I cried out, “Sam!” and jerked a bit as I woke up. A gentle hand at my shoulder eased me back down. I didn’t remember dreaming anything while I was out, so I didn’t know the context of my plea, but damn, I would give anything right now to be with him, I hurt so much. Like an injured child crying for his mama, I wanted my husband so bad it pained me emotionally as much as the throbbing of my fractured arm hurt me physically.
Garrett glanced my way and gave me a small encouraging smile. “He lives!”
I lay on my back, my right arm sticking out to the side about forty-five degrees from my body, but bent ninety degrees at the elbow. Devon was holding up my lower arm, but with it leaning toward my feet, about halfway between pointing straight up and lying all the way down on the sand. He said,
