JV woke slowly, the ache in her left hand reminding her why she was in bed. The pain had faded some, but she was afraid to move fearing any movement might make her hand throb again.
She lay on her back, her hand resting on her chest as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. Her stomach rumbled, making her realize how hungry she was. Starving.
Where was Steve? She frowned. She knew he"d stayed with her until she"d fallen asleep, but she couldn’t hear him moving.
Where are you?
Where are you?Don"t worry, I"m right here. His voice slid smoothly through her mind. Seconds later, he appeared in the open doorway. "How you feeling, baby?"
Don"t worry, I"m right here. "Better."
"Think you could eat?"
"Oh, yeah." She glanced at her injured hand. "But I don"t want to move and make it hurt more.
