A cool cloth pressed to Jane’s forehead, and she opened her eyes. “Welcome back, young lady.” Subtle shades of a Texas drawl echoed in Melanie Archer’s greeting. Jane’s foggy head cleared enough for horror to bloom. “Oh, God.” She groaned. “Oh God, Sophia?” “I’m here.” The chef leaned over Melanie’s shoulder. “Are you all right? You scared the life out of us.” “Oh, Soph, I’m so sorry.” Jane’s gaze jerked to Melanie. “I’ll replace everything. None of this is Sophia’s fault.” She bit her lip and winced. “Please, don’t blame Creative Cuisine for ruining your party. I don’t know how I’ll make it up to you, but I will. I swear. I’ll run errands. Do laundry. I’ll clean your bathrooms.” She attempted to sit up, but a large, male hand appeared from somewhere behind her, landing on her chest and pressing her back down. Recognizing those long fingers, she arched her head back to look up. “Stay put.” Gabe glared at her. “The paramedics are on their way.”
