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asking?”
He nodded as if he understood, but in truth there was no understanding this.
“I just wondered if something might have happened with their relationship, Or if they had plans to go somewhere anyway. Maybe Simone left him before he was attacked.”
The cab of the truck went quiet. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. He was supposed to be out of town yesterday.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yes. When I saw Simone, I asked when he would be back.”
“Interesting, and as for yesterday, last night… You do realize you’ve been unconscious for weeks, right?”
After a strangled sound and a horrified look at Dean, Tia collapsed into the far corner of the bench seat in shock.
“I guess not, huh?” He pulled the truck onto another smaller street. “Almost home. You have to make a decision soon.” He cast another glance her way. “Except from the looks of you, there won’t be any decision making any time soon.”
Silence.
His driveway was up ahead. He pulled up to his small two bedroom home that had been nice and big for him and his son and would now have its first overnight visitor.
There was something wrong about this mess. He should call Stefan and have him swing by. Maybe she did belong back in the mental ward.
Figures.
Most interesting female around and she was missing her marbles.
He pulled up to the front of the house and said, “In truth, it’s been six weeks since you were found collapsed on the street.”
Chapter 9
T ia watched as Dean parked the truck outside a brick bungalow then got out and walked around to her side. He opened her door and helped her out as if she were a child. She wasn’t, but she was in shock. How could she have missed out on six weeks of her life? And how had the hospital let her go like they had? Didn’t six weeks in a coma mean needing time to adjust to the world when she came back to awareness? As in physical therapy etc. Then again, she hadn’t given them an option. Yet, she’d jumped right out of bed as if it had been only overnight.
Why had no one said anything?
They’d all reacted as if her behavior had been normal.
And what about Simone? Her poor friend. She must have been waiting forever for Tia to return or at least to contact her. She must have assumed Tia had been captured or killed.
Six weeks was a long time to be out of contact with those you loved.
Dean opened the door and walked in. Still struggling with his news, Tia followed behind him blindly.
“Given the hour, I’m going to crash.”
She stared at him then let her gaze look around the small living room. She was desperate for sleep too. But where?
“You can sleep in my son’s bed.”
At his words she stiffened. He had a child. She could put them in danger. “It’s too dangerous to be here.”
“My son is staying at his grandma’s overnight. His bed is empty.” Dean crossed the living room to a set of stairs on the other side and walked straight up. He didn’t seem to care if she followed or not.
She hurried behind him. The living room was clean and masculine with large oversized furniture and a huge TV. A bay window and hardwood floors classed it up slightly. The stairs led to a small upstairs. Dean pointed to a room on his left. “This is where you sleep.” He pushed the door open wider. A superman comforter sprawled across the bed in a room already stuffed with evidence of a lively mind. From rocks to bats and a collection of balls to stuffed bears and a small easel full of paints.
She felt right at home.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Sleep. It’s already another day but a rest will make this look better.”
She doubted it, but she was willing to try it his way. Whatever energy she’d woken up with was gone. Just the thought of having slept for six weeks should have made sleep the last thing on her mind. Instead, her body, as if realizing how much unexpected movement had completely taxed her system, was ready to collapse.
There was a bathroom on the left. She
He nodded as if he understood, but in truth there was no understanding this.
“I just wondered if something might have happened with their relationship, Or if they had plans to go somewhere anyway. Maybe Simone left him before he was attacked.”
The cab of the truck went quiet. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. He was supposed to be out of town yesterday.”
“Yesterday?”
“Yes. When I saw Simone, I asked when he would be back.”
“Interesting, and as for yesterday, last night… You do realize you’ve been unconscious for weeks, right?”
After a strangled sound and a horrified look at Dean, Tia collapsed into the far corner of the bench seat in shock.
“I guess not, huh?” He pulled the truck onto another smaller street. “Almost home. You have to make a decision soon.” He cast another glance her way. “Except from the looks of you, there won’t be any decision making any time soon.”
Silence.
His driveway was up ahead. He pulled up to his small two bedroom home that had been nice and big for him and his son and would now have its first overnight visitor.
There was something wrong about this mess. He should call Stefan and have him swing by. Maybe she did belong back in the mental ward.
Figures.
Most interesting female around and she was missing her marbles.
He pulled up to the front of the house and said, “In truth, it’s been six weeks since you were found collapsed on the street.”
Chapter 9
T ia watched as Dean parked the truck outside a brick bungalow then got out and walked around to her side. He opened her door and helped her out as if she were a child. She wasn’t, but she was in shock. How could she have missed out on six weeks of her life? And how had the hospital let her go like they had? Didn’t six weeks in a coma mean needing time to adjust to the world when she came back to awareness? As in physical therapy etc. Then again, she hadn’t given them an option. Yet, she’d jumped right out of bed as if it had been only overnight.
Why had no one said anything?
They’d all reacted as if her behavior had been normal.
And what about Simone? Her poor friend. She must have been waiting forever for Tia to return or at least to contact her. She must have assumed Tia had been captured or killed.
Six weeks was a long time to be out of contact with those you loved.
Dean opened the door and walked in. Still struggling with his news, Tia followed behind him blindly.
“Given the hour, I’m going to crash.”
She stared at him then let her gaze look around the small living room. She was desperate for sleep too. But where?
“You can sleep in my son’s bed.”
At his words she stiffened. He had a child. She could put them in danger. “It’s too dangerous to be here.”
“My son is staying at his grandma’s overnight. His bed is empty.” Dean crossed the living room to a set of stairs on the other side and walked straight up. He didn’t seem to care if she followed or not.
She hurried behind him. The living room was clean and masculine with large oversized furniture and a huge TV. A bay window and hardwood floors classed it up slightly. The stairs led to a small upstairs. Dean pointed to a room on his left. “This is where you sleep.” He pushed the door open wider. A superman comforter sprawled across the bed in a room already stuffed with evidence of a lively mind. From rocks to bats and a collection of balls to stuffed bears and a small easel full of paints.
She felt right at home.
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Sleep. It’s already another day but a rest will make this look better.”
She doubted it, but she was willing to try it his way. Whatever energy she’d woken up with was gone. Just the thought of having slept for six weeks should have made sleep the last thing on her mind. Instead, her body, as if realizing how much unexpected movement had completely taxed her system, was ready to collapse.
There was a bathroom on the left. She
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