She’d brought her brother his favorite, and while the tangy aroma of his corned beef Rueben mixed with the pungent odor of antiseptics, her stomach still growled. A reminder she’d skipped breakfast this morning. “Hungry?” Owen asked as he fell into step beside her. She absently touched her stomach. “Starved.” “You should have had Joy’s blueberry pancakes. I swear they’re like crack. I couldn’t get enough of them.” Half laughing, she stopped at Sean’s hospital room. “Crack, you say? Interesting. Omelets are on the menu for tomorrow morning. If there’s any mushrooms in them, you might want to think twice. Otherwise you could end up on a trip down the rabbit hole.” He chuckled, then motioned toward the door. “After you.” Ignoring the tingle in her belly that had nothing to do with her need to eat something, she glanced away from him, from his sexy smile and entered Sean’s room. Then froze. “Oh my God.” She rushed to the bed. The linens had been torn away.
