When she saw it was Beau, she heaved a sigh of relief. His beautiful green eyes were filled with concern when they met hers and he gave her a soft smile. "Hi, beautiful...how're you feeling?" he asked in that dark honey-smooth voice that sent thrills dancing down her spine, before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Tingles spread from his point of contact, across her cheeks and down her throat to settle near her heart. She sighed then told him, "Hi yourself, handsome..." then put her hand on his cheek and chuckled, "How could I not feel great with all the pain meds I'm hopped up on?" "Whatever they're giving you, I'm glad...you've been through a lot today and probably need it," he said with concern. "Thank you for saving my life...again," she told him and rubbed her palm on his cheek. Beau tilted his head into the caress, then kissed her wrist, before he said, "I was just doing--" Jazzie cringed, because she knew what he was about to say and her heart cracked a little more.
