past, he’d been decisive. Blunt and quick to make a decision. Most of the time to his detriment.
This time he was going to take it slow and put the needs of Rachel before his own. Something he hadn’t been willing to do in the past.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. KGI risked a lot for me. It’s the least I can do.” She smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other patients to see..”
Ethan rose. “Thank you, Dr. Scofield. For everything.”
“Call me Maren, please.”
“Thank you, Maren.”
“My pleasure.”
She walked out of her office and ducked into Cole’s exam room, leaving Ethan standing in front of her desk, his heart beating a little faster than before.
CHAPTER 10
RACHEL opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the dim light. After a moment she could see clearly. Things had changed since the last time she’d woken up. No longer was she on a narrow table in a room so small that she’d immediately broken out in a sweat. Instead she was in a bigger, more comfortable bed.
She glanced down to see an IV line running from her arm to a bag dangling from a pole beside her bed. For a moment she just lay there in the quiet and stillness, absorbing the first sense of peace she’d experienced in longer than her shattered mind could comprehend.
There was no hunger. No overwhelming need for the poison that pricked her skin and crawled insidiously through her veins. For the space of few moments there was no pain. Only sweet silence.
A movement to her right startled her, and she let out a gasp. The shadow moved and soft light flooded her eyes.
“Rachel, it’s me, Ethan. Sorry if I frightened you.”
He came into view, standing at her side. She took the opportunity to study him with borrowed clarity. He was large, much larger than the men who haunted her nightmares, and yet she knew instinctively that he wouldn’t hurt her, that she was safe with him.
Sleek, black hair worn short. Military. The word floated through her mind unsummoned. Startling blue eyes, serious and brooding. Another image flashed, those eyes sparkling with laughter as he spun her round and round. She closed her eyes, wanting more of the memory, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.
“Are you hurting?”
Ethan’s urgent voice crashed through the pleasantness of her dreams. Her eyes fluttered open again, and this time, he was leaning close, his fingers reaching tentatively for her cheek.
Instead of responding, she reached up and caught his fingers. They were so warm and strong around hers. He rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand and then brought it up to his lips in a gesture so tender that it deeply moved her.
“Hey,” he murmured in a voice that cracked. “How are you doing?”
“Ethan.”
“Yes, baby, it’s me, Ethan. You’re safe now. Do you understand that?”
She nodded, her throat too constricted to say anything.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, and then he withdrew and carefully pushed her hair back with his fingers.
“Got room for me to sit?” he asked.
She looked down at where his hip leaned against her bed and then hastily scooted against the rail on the other side.
He settled onto the bed, his thigh pressed to hers.
“How are you feeling?”
She thought for a moment. How could she explain how she felt?
“Free,” she finally said.
He reached for her hands and pulled them into his grasp. “I’m going to take you home soon. Dr. Scofield wants to watch you for a few days and make sure you’re okay to leave before we go home. But I’ll be with you the entire time.”
More images haunted her memory. Smoky, hanging on the edge of her recall. This time she saw Ethan’s face drawn in anger. He shouted and she recoiled from the dark feeling that swept over her.
“Rachel?”
She yanked her gaze to his and tried to control her rapid breathing.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
She shook her head, unable to explain the brief flash that had unsettled her so.
For a long moment, he simply stared at her, his gaze caressing her face as surely as if he were stroking her with his fingers. She absorbed it greedily, wanting this contact, the feeling of security he instilled just with his presence. For the first time in so long, she wasn’t eaten alive with fear and pain.
Again he brought her hands to his lips and held them there, his mouth pressed to her knuckles. He trembled against her fingers as he