been a heart attack at all.
“We’re running more tests, but it appears it wasn’t.”
“Thank God,” Sally said.
“What could it have been, Doctor?” Sasha asked.
“I’m not sure. We’ll be keeping him here overnight. He’s in a private room and Mrs. Blake can stay with him, if you like?”
“Oh, yes,” her mother said. “Can I see him, Doctor?”
“He’s resting, but I don’t see why not.” He paused. “But only Mrs. Blake for now.”
Sasha watched her mother and the doctor leave the room. It was wonderful that her father was going to be okay, but he still had to face tomorrow.
And so did she.
“Nick, why don’t you go back to work? I’ll stay here with Mum until we know more.”
His jaw set stubbornly. “No. You need me. I’ll stay.”
“Seriously, I’ll be okay. Besides, it’ll probably be hours.” She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, but it’s no use just sitting around here doing nothing. I’m fine.”
His gaze rested on her. “If you’re sure?”
“Yes. Now go.” It would give her the chance to talk to her mother in private. Sasha couldn’t imagine she wouldn’t have told her husband about yesterday, but she needed to know for sure.
Hours later her father had been given a cautious all clear and Sasha was allowed in to see him, but in the end she didn’t get to ask her mother anything. Sally wouldn’t leave her husband’s side.
And as Sasha looked at her father sleeping peacefully on the bed, she wished so much that it could have been different. If only her father was a different man … a different person.
If only he was a better husband and father.
If only she could love him more.
Sasha finally arrived home around nine and found Nick asleep on the sofa in front of the television. She’d expected to be home much sooner, so that when he’d phoned her she had even insisted he go straight home and not come to the hospital.
Now, standing in the doorway her heart softened as she looked at Nick. He was such a part of her. He’d always been a part of her. It would be like losing a limb to do without him.
For a moment her vision blurred. She blinked back the tears and turned away to hurry to the kitchen. She wasn’t hungry but Iris had put a portion of lasagna in the oven for her, so she’d have to make the effort to eat it.
But first she showered and changed into her silk nightgown and robe, then put the lasagna on a tray and took it into the living room.
Hungrier now than she’d realized, she turned the television down low while she ate her food and watched Nick sleep. She thought the smell of the food might wake him, but it didn’t, and she was sipping at her decaffeinated coffee and deciding to cover him with a blanket when his eyelids lifted.
For a moment he looked disorientated. Then he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “Damn, I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
She gave an understanding smile. “You were tired.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost ten.”
His eyes grew alert. “You must be exhausted yourself.”
“I’m better now that I’m home.” And she was.
He scrutinized her more. “How’s Porter?”
“They’ll keep an eye on him overnight, but they’re confident it wasn’t a heart attack.”
His face relaxed. “See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.”
“I know.”
All at once his gaze noted her night attire, and the air stilled. His eyes burned into her, making her heart skip a beat. She waited for him to get to his feet and pull her into his arms.
Only, he seemed to withdraw. “I think I’ll use a spare room tonight. You need your sleep.”
Disappointment filled her. “I won’t be able to sleep without you,” she said, putting herself on the line … putting her heart on the line and hoping he didn’t notice.
The light of passion flared in his eyes again but was banked as he stood up and held out his hand. “Fine. We sleep, and that’s all.”
Her heart expanded at his thoughtfulness. He wanted her yet was prepared to put her needs first. Or what he thought she needed.
Happy to just be able to share his bed, she put her hand in his and together they went up the stairs. He made no attempt to make love to her, but he held her in his arms until she fell asleep. And she found that was just as welcome as making love.
She was home.
And she was where she