Groaning, he opened his eyes and blinked when he found himself peering into Lisa’s blurry face, her hair a golden halo around her head. He didn’t even think, just reached for her and began to drag her down, intent on kissing her silly in his relief that she was all right. “Robert, if you don’t unhand my wife I will be very annoyed. I may even forget you are suffering a head wound, and give you another.” “Richard?” he said uncertainly, freezing at the words even as he recognized the voice. Releasing who he realized must be Christiana, Robert glanced about and immediately spotted the man approaching the bed from the general direction of the window where Daniel now stood next to Suzette, grinning with amusement. Sighing, he glanced back to Christiana, able to see her more clearly as his vision improved. “Sorry, Chrissy,” he muttered with chagrin. “I thought you were—” “Lisa,”
