CHAPTER ELEVEN
Two weeks later...
Shannon stretched and yawned, blinking as the morning light through the cabin window bathed her face in its warmth.
She’d spent every moment she could by Pete’s side since he’d been settled into his room on the hospital’s fifth floor – so much so that she knew, by name, every nurse on every shift that had helped with Pete’s healing.
Pete’s getting out today, she remembered, and the thought spurned her to joyful action, flinging back the covers and heading for a quick shower.
She checked out her face in the bathroom mirror. The scrapes and bruises were just about gone, and the burns she’d suffered had left little trace behind as well – Lynda had insisted on tending to them.
She retrieved a set of clothes from her suitcase, then turned on the water in
