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“Maggie? Sweetheart?”
She opened her eyes. And smiled. Now, this was the sort of dream she liked having. One where she was woken by the most gorgeous man in the world.
“You’re so pretty.”
Jameson smiled, although there was something in his eyes. Something tense and worried.
“Why do you look worried? This is my dream.” She reached up to pat his cheek. “Don’t be sad. Be happy.”
“Maggie, can you wake up for me?”
“Nooo, I don’t wanna.”
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re tired, but I need to talk to you about your uncle.”
This was such a weird dream. Why would he want to talk to her about her uncle . . . suddenly, she gasped, sitting up straight.
Her entire body groaned. She’d fallen asleep on some sort of hard bench. In the waiting room at the hospital.
“Oh no! How did I fall asleep?” She jumped to her feet, but the room spun and she would have fallen if Jameson hadn’t grabbed her, holding her steady.
“Maggie!” Ian yelled. “Bloody hell, what happened?”
Suddenly, he was in front of her, trying to push Jameson out of the way.
“She’s all right,” Jameson said calmly. “She just got up too quickly. Chill, Ian.”
“Maggie?” Ian asked.
“I’m all right. I just got a td dizzy.”
“She needs to be sleeping in a proper bed, not on a damn bench,” Ian snapped. He sat and drew her onto his lap.
She might have enjoyed being in his lap if it weren’t for the worry running through her.
“We’ll get her into bed soon,” Jameson soothed.
She shook her head, ignoring the way her stomach bubbled with nausea. “No. I need to see Uncle Willy. Is he all right? Did he wake up? What’s going on?”
“He woke up briefly,” Jameson told her. “He’s going to be all right. We did an MRI and some X-rays. He has some swelling from where he hit his head. We’ll monitor him, but on the whole, he’s in pretty good shape. Amazingly, he didn’t break anything. He just has a few bruises.”
She let out a sigh of relief.
“I know when you arrived that Doctor Myers spoke to you about any allergies or anything we needed to know about him, but I wondered if I could talk to you about a few things.”
She licked her dry lips, staring up at him. What did he know?
“When your uncle woke up, he was very disorientated, which is understandable. But he seemed to think he was back in the past.”
“Did he?”
“We’ve sent for his medical history but that could take a while. Is there anything you can tell me?”
“I, uh . . . can we speak in private?”
Jameson nodded understandingly. “Of course. Come with me, we’ll talk in my office.”
“She can’t go anywhere without me,” Ian said, closing his arms around her protectively.
