Chapter Nine
One moment Paul had been standing tall in front of Madison. He’d felt the urge to pick her up, sweep her off her feet, and carry her away from this hospital to a field of flowers, just like in some sappy romance movie. The next, he was falling into her, his own legs knocked out from under him.
He’d like to say his pride had been hurt from that fall. The truth was that Paul felt nothing as his body came crashing down around Madison. At least he’d had the presence of mind to twist his torso to avoid direct impact.
It was just too bad that Dr. Lamb hadn’t made it over in time. Paul would’ve happily crash-landed on top of the man. But no, Lamb had stood dumbfounded in the doorway, not moving until after Madison was tugging at Paul’s forearms in vain.
It had taken Madison and t
