EMMA’S EYES WERE GRITTY. Her mouth tasted like she’d licked the bottom of her shoe. There was a beeping sound nearby and, when she tried to lift her arm something tugged against it.
She forced her eyelids up and looked around, confused by the strange room and the IV running into her hand.
She tried to sit up but pain speared her thigh.
That was when she remembered. Ignoring the pain, she shot upright. “Cilla!”
Big hands found her shoulders. “Take it easy, Emma...”
She looked up into Clovis’s handsome face and hesitated. But with her memory came the anger. She slapped his hands away. “Don’t touch me!” She grabbed the covers, trying to peel them back.
“Emma, I know you’re mad at me but you need to stay put.”
“I’m not staying anywhere. Where’s Cilla? Where’s my baby?” She hated the way
