Chapter 8
Becky wasn’t sure what to make of Rodney hovering over her. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was. The room was bright, and a newspaper rustled, and she looked over to see Rodney sitting in an easy chair—but this wasn’t the sterile environment of the rehab center. It was their bedroom, and she was home.
“Please tell me you haven’t been sitting here waiting for me to wake up?” Her voice sounded deep and husky, the words a little slurred.
Damn, the man looked good as he lowered the paper. She, on the other hand, had to look a sight. After all these years, she was worrying again.
“Not that long,” he replied. “I thought I should be here in case you needed something. Your nurse will be here at nine.”
She’d forgotten Nola was coming back. The nur
