hurt. Or someone could appear, claiming to be one of his parents.
At least Jamesâs reasons for staying with them were now perfectly clear. It had everything to do with protecting the reputation of his precious medical center.
And nothing to do with her.
* * *
She heard something.
Cracking her eyelids, Mila found a dark, silent room.
Not her bedroom.
Lying there for a moment, she waited for her vision to adjust.
Another murmur of sound.
Leo! She was in a hospital suite. Rolling to the side, she almost tumbled off the narrow cot until the events of the previous evening came flooding back to her. The boy. His damaged feet. Jamesâs insistence on spending the night with them.
She somehow managed to get her legs beneath her and staggered upright as a quiet sniffle and whisper slid past her.
Yanking down the T-shirt sheâd retrieved from her apartment, she tiptoed toward the sounds, hoping she could get there before Leo woke up James. If she could do that and leave the lights off, she would.
More snuffling, and then a deep sigh.
She could finally see enough to make out the cot where James had been.
It was empty.
She relaxed. Maybe heâd decided not to stay after all. If heâd had as difficult a time getting to sleep as she had...
Well, her stupid insomnia was due to having James sleeping in the same room.
She made her way toward the hospital bed, almost reaching it before she realized there were two figures there.
Her heart squeezed so tight she almost couldnât breathe. There in the bed was James, eyes closed, one arm loosely draped around Leo, keeping him from falling off the edge. The boy, dressed in the new set of superhero pajamas, was half-sprawled across her exâs chest. Tears pricked her eyes.
Their future could have looked exactly like this, only she would have been in the bed beside James, and Leo would have been their son.
She had to blink several times to get the chaos swirling within her to settle down enough to move closer. Leo must have woken sometime during the night. James had evidently heard him and she hadnât and he had gone to him.
Since it looked like one of Leoâs hands was clutching Jamesâs shirt, rather than his ratty blanket, he probably couldnât ease away from him.
How long had they been here like this?
From Jamesâs posture, it had been a while. His right arm was curled beneath his head, as if using it for a pillow, since the actual pillow was on the boyâs side of the bed. Except Leo wasnât using it. He was using Jamesâs chest instead.
She crept closer, fascinated, just as sheâd always been, by how her exâs face looked as he slept. His lashes made slight shadows beneath his eyes. The furrow of concentration he normally had between his brows was softened in sleep, and just the slightest hint of a depression remained.
She should go back to bed and leave them alone, but she couldnât. It wasnât fair to let him shoulder the burden when she had been the one to insist on staying with him in the room.
So she leaned down, close to his ear. âJames,â she whispered.
His lids flicked open in an instant, all traces of sleep gone. Blue eyes sought out hers and the arm holding Leo to him tightened slightly.
The frown was back. âYou okay?â
âYes.â She nodded to the sleeping boy. âDid he wake up?â
âHe had a nightmare.â
There was something about whispering with James in the dark that made her swallow. How easy things had once been between them, and how simple theyâd seemed.
In reality, nothing had been simple. Theyâd known each other for too short a period of time to commit to staying with each other forever. Sheâd known almost nothing about him and yet sheâd planned on spending the rest of her life with him.
An ocean of hurt welled up inside her, making its way to her eyes once again.
James didnât miss it. Then again, he didnât
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