CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Satchel opened his eyes, his head screaming with pain. He sat up despite the agony and tried to get out of bed. Winter… Where was Winter?
A nurse came in then and gasped. “No, you don’t.”
In his weakened state, Satchel was no match for the strong woman as she steered him back into bed. “Please,” he said, “My wife, my Winter… where is she?”
“I’m right here, baby.”
Winter stepped into the room, and in her arms, Sukie was sleeping peacefully. Satchel’s whole body slumped in relief. “Sukie…”
“She’s fine. I’m fine.” Winter smiled at the nurse and thanked her as she left them alone, then she sat on the edge of Satchel’s bed. She touched his face. “We were worried about you. You were out longer than the doctor’s thought you would be.”
“How long?”
“Three days.” She loo
