Lovely. She’d had unpleasant dreams and would have welcomed a distraction, even if it were Fallon’s scowling face. Not that she could blame him. She felt a creeping embarrassment that she’d thrown herself over a four-story waterfall without a good reason. She shifted and winced. She must have hit every rock in that blasted river. The current had been fast, and she was amazed that she’d survived. There had been a couple of times she’d been sucked under and nearly drowned. Maybe somebody upstairs was watching out for her, because there was no way she should have made it out of that river. If a higher power had saved her though, she couldn’t fathom why. Fallon was mad at her, for one. You’d think he’d have a little sympathy for his half-drowned wife. As she lay there feeling sorry for herself, the devil himself popped in. Bearing flowers, he handed the bouquet to her and kissed her on the cheek. “Hello. How did you sleep?” “Terrible. Why are you so happy?” He looked like a man who’d had good news.
