“He’s awake.”
Marilyn shot out of the chair. “Can we see him?”
“One at a time, and only for a little while,” the nurse cautioned.
“You go in first,” Xander urged.
With a quick nod, Mom disappeared into the room across the hall.
Xander dropped his head to Kennedy’s shoulder. “Thank God.”
She ran gentle fingers through his hair. “I told you it would be okay. Power of positive thinking.”
“You’ll have to give me lessons in that.”
His father was awake. He’d survived a massive heart attack and double bypass surgery. The old bastard was tough. According to the doctors, he should make a full recovery. Relief left Xander feeling weak and exhausted. Or maybe that was the fact that he’d been up for somewhere around twenty-eight hours now.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
Kennedy leaned her head agai
