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Caroline's cell phone rang. Knowing that she'd given her number to the ICU nurse, they all reacted with alarm. Bracing herself for the worst, Caroline answered.
She listened for several seconds, then said, "I'll be right there," and disconnected. She was trembling as she pushed back her chair and stood up. "He's regaining consciousness."
"Thank God," Berry whispered, obviously sharing Ski's relief that the news hadn't been what they feared.
"She said if I come right now, I can see him for five minutes."
"Go," Berry said, making shooing motions with her hands. "Run. We'll be right up."
Caroline gave her a grateful look, then dashed toward the cafeteria's exit.
Berry was none too steady as she stood up. She looked at Ski through watery eyes. Then her face crumpled, and she began to cry. He reached for her and hugged her close.
"I've been holding myself together for her sake, but I can't any longer."
"Go ahead and cry."
Oblivious to the other people in the cafeteria, he stroked her back and continued to hold her as sobs shook her entire body. She might lose the father she'd just found. That was bitter. She also bore the guilt for everything that had happened, and she would carry it for a long time.
He admired her for taking up that mantle. A more shallow individual would have made self-serving ex
cuses and shrugged it off. His admiration was also tinged with pity. He had firsthand knowledge of how heavy a burden guilt could be. Only by sheer force of will would she carry on with her life and, eventually, forgive herself. He was confident she had the fiber to do it. She was, after all, a combination of two determined, hardheaded people.
Having cried herself out, she pulled away from him, plucked a napkin from the dispenser on the table, and used it to blot her eyes and face. "Well, that was a spectacle."
"Not really, and anyway, who cares?"
She gave him a wavering smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"We'd better get upstairs. Mother may need me."
With his hand curved around the back of her neck, Ski guided her from the cafeteria and across the lobby toward the elevator bank. One was available, and they were alone as they rode up to the ICU floor.
He bent down and gently kissed the butterfly clip above her eye. It had been required to close the gash caused by the butt of Oren Starks's pistol.
She leaned into him. "I know you have duties, responsibilities. But if you can, I'd like for you to stick around."
"I'll stick around."
She looked up into his face. "Think before you commit, Ski. It might be for quite a while, and the outcome is unsure."
Knowing that they were now talking not only about the vigil at Dodge's bedside but also about their future together, he cupped her face between his hands and touched her lips tenderly with his. "I'll stick around."
It surprised the hell out of Dodge when he came to. He had a good buzz going. Everything within his field of vision was blurry around the edges, and his overall feeling was one of languor. It felt like he had a fifty-pound weight sitting on his chest, but that was only mildly uncomfortable. The best part, Caroline was there, bending over him, stroking his hair.
So even if he was dead, his afterlife wasn't half bad. He wondered if smoking was allowed. If so, this really was heaven.
Or maybe this was just a staging area, and it could still go either way.
In fact, the weight on his chest was steadily turning into a dull ache. He had a lot to account for. He'd better get started before he was escorted to the next level. Down.
He blinked Caroline into better focus. "I skipped out."
She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek.
"Didn't say good-bye." He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. Worse than dry. It was pasty, and his tongue kept sticking to the roof of his mouth, so it was difficult to form words, not that he could think of that many. "Nothing to offer you. Then. Now. Never."
