. . eventually.""My God, Logan's going to murder you.""He'll have to stand in line. So will you get me the doctor?""Give me fifteen minutes."Morgan went back to the bedroom and checked Alex. She was pale, still unconscious, but her pulse was steady. He should probably take this waiting period to go back down to the scene of the accident to clear the road so that the doctor could get to the lodge.Jesus, she was pale.Screw what he should do. He wasn't going anywhere right now. He'd wait until he had to leave her.Judd Morgan was sitting in a chair beside the bed.She had seen him there before, she realized drowsily. How many times? Five? Six? She couldn't remember. But he'd been there, sketching in that pad as he was doing now."What . . . are you doing?"He glanced up and put aside his pad. "You must be feeling better if curiosity is raising its head.""Better than what?""You've had a fever for the last two days. The doctor said your body was fighting infection.""Doctor?""You don't remember him?
