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cook for myself,
just like I did before I got rich. Do you want toast?"
"No thanks. Do you have a thing for my Aunt?"
"Oh, yeah. She's amazing."
"She hates gorgeous, rich men. How'd you rate?"
"I'm a wizard and put a spell on myself to be less
than attractive. She likes the real me. Not my money, not my
face."
"Not many people can pull the wool over her eyes.
Since my Unc…since her ex screwed around on her, she's been really
careful about people."
"I'm glad she likes me."
"You live here, and she lives nearly two hours away.
How are you going to have a relationship?"
"Whoa! You are so quick! We just found out that we
like each other. We haven't had time to go further. Eat up and I'll
take you to the hospital. We have to go through the mountain of
stuff on the table first though."
"Sure. I think you're nice. Don't hurt her."
Ryder gauged the serious look in her eyes and
realized she feared he'd harm Wiley. He shook his head and
promised, "I won't."
****
Wiley stood staring down at her bruised and battered
sister, tears filling her eyes. Telling Ryder to wait downstairs,
while she sent her mother home with him, was a mistake. She wanted
him to hold her, and tell her it was going to be all right like he
had whenever she'd thought about her sister through the night.
Her legs refused to support her, so she sat on the
chair beside the bed, and gingerly took Dara's hand.
Her sister had remained unconscious since the
surgery. Her head was bandaged, and her right arm and leg were in a
body cast. She had a catheter, and tubes and wires were
strategically placed on her body. Her face was black and blue,
mostly on the right side. What looked to be a fist sized bruise on
her left cheek was the only damage on her left side.
"Everything will be okay, Dara. I'm going to make
sure of it," she murmured, stifling a sob.
"Wiley," Dara said, her voice low and husky with
sleep.
"Oh! You're awake!" Wiley pressed the button to
summon the nurse. "Are you hurting bad?" she said.
"Feel like a truck hit me. Oh, I guess it did!" Dara
tried to be funny, but Wiley didn't laugh.
The nurse came in and Wiley stood up, moving back out
of her way.
"She's awake and tried to crack a joke. I'm afraid my
sense of humor is a bit off right now."
"The doctor will be in shortly to check on her," the
nurse said. She put on her stethoscope and listened to Dara's
lungs. Then she took her blood pressure, writing everything down
neatly on the metal clipboard. Finally, she checked the IV drip,
and then smiled at Wiley and left the room.
"Lacy?"
"She's with Mom and my friend, Ryder."
"Who?"
"I met him a few days ago. He's letting us stay in
his home. Mom and Dad can't afford a hotel room, and there is no
way they'll stay at your house with him nearby."
"We were fighting. He was drunk and refused to let me
drive…he..." Dara sighed, her breath quivery and uneven.
"He hit you, didn't he?"
"I'm so ashamed," she said, tears filling her
eyes.
"He's in jail for manslaughter. He killed two people
from the other car."
"Oh, God!"
"He'll pay for what he did, Dara. We'll make sure of
it."
"I want a divorce," she cried, getting more and more
upset.
Alarmed that Dara might hurt herself as she became
more agitated, Wiley pressed the nurse's button again.
"Please, lie still, you'll hurt yourself, Dara.
Everything's going to be fine. You must lie still," she said as
Dara's eyes widened as the pain washed over her.
The nurse rushed in, and then called out to another
nurse to get the doctor. Moving to Dara's side, she said firmly.
"If you don't calm down right now, Dara, we will have to sedate
you. Your body needs to rest."
Struggling for control, she slowly relaxed, tears
flowing like rain down her cheeks.
"Lacy. I need Lacy," she said, sobbing.
"I'm here, Mom," Lacy said from the doorway as she
moved toward the bed.
Wiley looked at the doorway, and saw Ryder standing
there, his disguise gone. She launched herself at him, trembling.
He smelled fresh and
just like I did before I got rich. Do you want toast?"
"No thanks. Do you have a thing for my Aunt?"
"Oh, yeah. She's amazing."
"She hates gorgeous, rich men. How'd you rate?"
"I'm a wizard and put a spell on myself to be less
than attractive. She likes the real me. Not my money, not my
face."
"Not many people can pull the wool over her eyes.
Since my Unc…since her ex screwed around on her, she's been really
careful about people."
"I'm glad she likes me."
"You live here, and she lives nearly two hours away.
How are you going to have a relationship?"
"Whoa! You are so quick! We just found out that we
like each other. We haven't had time to go further. Eat up and I'll
take you to the hospital. We have to go through the mountain of
stuff on the table first though."
"Sure. I think you're nice. Don't hurt her."
Ryder gauged the serious look in her eyes and
realized she feared he'd harm Wiley. He shook his head and
promised, "I won't."
****
Wiley stood staring down at her bruised and battered
sister, tears filling her eyes. Telling Ryder to wait downstairs,
while she sent her mother home with him, was a mistake. She wanted
him to hold her, and tell her it was going to be all right like he
had whenever she'd thought about her sister through the night.
Her legs refused to support her, so she sat on the
chair beside the bed, and gingerly took Dara's hand.
Her sister had remained unconscious since the
surgery. Her head was bandaged, and her right arm and leg were in a
body cast. She had a catheter, and tubes and wires were
strategically placed on her body. Her face was black and blue,
mostly on the right side. What looked to be a fist sized bruise on
her left cheek was the only damage on her left side.
"Everything will be okay, Dara. I'm going to make
sure of it," she murmured, stifling a sob.
"Wiley," Dara said, her voice low and husky with
sleep.
"Oh! You're awake!" Wiley pressed the button to
summon the nurse. "Are you hurting bad?" she said.
"Feel like a truck hit me. Oh, I guess it did!" Dara
tried to be funny, but Wiley didn't laugh.
The nurse came in and Wiley stood up, moving back out
of her way.
"She's awake and tried to crack a joke. I'm afraid my
sense of humor is a bit off right now."
"The doctor will be in shortly to check on her," the
nurse said. She put on her stethoscope and listened to Dara's
lungs. Then she took her blood pressure, writing everything down
neatly on the metal clipboard. Finally, she checked the IV drip,
and then smiled at Wiley and left the room.
"Lacy?"
"She's with Mom and my friend, Ryder."
"Who?"
"I met him a few days ago. He's letting us stay in
his home. Mom and Dad can't afford a hotel room, and there is no
way they'll stay at your house with him nearby."
"We were fighting. He was drunk and refused to let me
drive…he..." Dara sighed, her breath quivery and uneven.
"He hit you, didn't he?"
"I'm so ashamed," she said, tears filling her
eyes.
"He's in jail for manslaughter. He killed two people
from the other car."
"Oh, God!"
"He'll pay for what he did, Dara. We'll make sure of
it."
"I want a divorce," she cried, getting more and more
upset.
Alarmed that Dara might hurt herself as she became
more agitated, Wiley pressed the nurse's button again.
"Please, lie still, you'll hurt yourself, Dara.
Everything's going to be fine. You must lie still," she said as
Dara's eyes widened as the pain washed over her.
The nurse rushed in, and then called out to another
nurse to get the doctor. Moving to Dara's side, she said firmly.
"If you don't calm down right now, Dara, we will have to sedate
you. Your body needs to rest."
Struggling for control, she slowly relaxed, tears
flowing like rain down her cheeks.
"Lacy. I need Lacy," she said, sobbing.
"I'm here, Mom," Lacy said from the doorway as she
moved toward the bed.
Wiley looked at the doorway, and saw Ryder standing
there, his disguise gone. She launched herself at him, trembling.
He smelled fresh and
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