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The rest of the night was a blur for Lyle. There was a helicopter, a gurney, medical people buzzing around him, plenty of pain, and always, no matter what else was going on, Isabelle’s face where he could see it.
Even when he was going under, anesthesia pumping into his veins, the last thing he saw was her fierce green eyes beaming love and courage into his heart. He kept wanting to tell her that it was no big deal, that he wasn’t at all worried about his arm. Now that he knew she loved him, everything else paled in comparison. It would all sort itself out. Besides, he had total faith in her abilities, especially after she reamed one of the assisting surgeons over an overly cursory scrub-in.
He’d never had someone advocating for him like this, as a child or as an adult. Well, Amira h
