was resting comfortably for the first time in hours, and they spoke in hushed tones so they wouldn’t disturb her.
“Maren’s right about one thing. It’s better for us to go ahead and pop the surprise so that everyone has a chance to get used to the idea before Rachel comes home. It’s going to be overwhelming enough as it is,” Donovan murmured.
“Hell, our family intimidates me half the time,” Garrett grumbled.
Ethan thrust his hands into his pockets. “I don’t want this just thrust on Mom and Dad. They loved her like a daughter. I know they’re going to be happy, but I don’t know what kind of shock this is going to be for them.”
“You let us worry about that,” Sam said. “You just take care of Rachel and get her home as soon as possible.”
He slapped his hand on Ethan’s back. “This is the best news this family has gotten in a long time. Just think about how great Christmas is going to be this year.”
For a moment Ethan couldn’t even speak. Christmas. Rachel was crazy about the holidays. She and his mom drove everyone nuts every year decorating, shopping, making everyone else join in on cutesy family celebrations. He hadn’t realized just how much he enjoyed that time of year until last year, the first Christmas Rachel missed. It had been a solemn, gut-wrenching holiday.
He’d spent Christmas Eve alone at home with a bottle of cheap liquor. In the dark. No festive lights or Christmas music that predated his grandparents. Only the memory of Rachel’s smile and the way she tore into presents on Christmas morning.
He would have given anything for just one more Christmas with her, and now his wish had been granted.
“God help us,” Donovan said in amusement. “Between Rachel and Mom, no one will escape with their sanity intact.”
Garrett rolled his eyes. “Or without one of those stupid Santa hats.”
“Which reminds me, it’s your turn to play Santa,” Sam told Garrett.
They all burst out laughing at the deer in the headlights look that flashed on Garrett’s face. God, it felt good to laugh again. To not feel like nothing good would ever happen.
Ethan grinned broadly as he stared at his brothers. He’d missed them as well. The last year had been painful enough without Rachel, but he’d closed himself off from his family as well. This would be a homecoming for him as much as Rachel.
“I’ll let them dress me like Rudolph if it puts a smile on their faces,” Garrett said after he stole a quick look at Rachel who was still sleeping soundly.
“Amen to that,” Donovan muttered.
Sam’s expression grew serious as he looked at Garrett and Ethan. “We need to get on out of here. You two stay in touch and be careful. Donovan and I will break the news to Mom and Dad and get things ready for Rachel to come home.”
Ethan stared back at Sam and then glanced at Donovan and then Garrett.
“Thanks.”
“Come on, Van. Let’s go before Ethan gets mushy again,” Sam said.
Ethan slugged Sam in the gut as he walked by and Sam bent over in an exaggerated grimace.
“Pussy,” Garrett muttered.
Ethan turned to Garrett. “Will you hang out here in case Rachel wakes up? I want to see them out.”
“Yeah sure. Go ahead. Give them a kiss for me while you’re at it.”
Ethan grinned and shook his head. Then he flipped up his middle finger as he walked out behind his brothers.
RACHEL stirred and sleepily opened her eyes. Then she remembered the things . . . the bugs that had crawled over her body, and she yanked her gaze down to her arms, her belly. But all she saw was bloodstained clothing.
She frowned as she struggled to remember all that had happened in her hysteria. And then as she looked beyond the bed, she saw Garrett slouched in a chair by the window.
When he saw she was awake, he immediately got up and moved to stand beside the bed. His smile was gentle, and his voice low and soothing.
“Hey, sweet pea. How you doing?”
She tried to smile, but she felt more like crying.
Garrett sat down on the edge of the bed like Ethan had done the night before. “Hey now, don’t look like that.”
“I’m losing my mind.”
Her voice came out as a sob, and she despised it.
He touched her cheek and smoothed hair from her face.“You’re not losing your mind, Rachel. You’re getting it back. There’s a difference. You’ve been through a very tough time. Most people wouldn’t have