How was that possible? Even the slightest movement brought on more pain, enough sometimes he thought he might pass out. But nothing hurt worse than seeing Bentley hovering over him, suffering right along with him. Damn him. The man had been there every time he opened his eyes—except the last time. Siobhan had sent him away. Thank God. He could always count on his sister to have his back. Not so for the rest of his family, but Siobhan loved him the way family should—unconditionally. They’d given him some better pain meds, allowing him to sleep for longer stretches of time. Though he was getting more rest, waking up took more effort. Lying still, he listened. A game show, it sounded like, was on the television, the volume down low. Off to his left, the steady clicking of computer keys. Siobhan. Always working, though she swore the romance books she wrote weren’t work at all. It sure as hell looked like work to him, but then again, he did good to compose an email. He risked turning his head, found the neck pain to be bearable, and watched her type.
