Brian had been thrown from plenty of horses. Had the breath knocked from his lungs more times than he could remember. Broken his collarbone and his tailbone, but he’d never hurt like this before. He ached all the way through and his fingers were crossed it wouldn’t last long. “Lindsey.” He had work to do. He was in the Denton Regional Medical Center emergency room. He recognized the sounds and the room even through his blurred vision. He’d dropped off his sister-in-law plenty of times. Why was he—? He lifted his arm...handcuffed and in a hospital gown. His foggy memory mixed bits and pieces of scenes flashing between shards of pain. Lindsey. Jail. Drugged. Serial killer. Pain. Nothing. Either all those jumbled memories had actually happened or he’d been kicked in the head by one of his horses and was having a very realistic dream. Yeah, it had all happened. He could remember the taste of Lindsey’s skin, the face she’d made at the bitterness of Doris’s tea.
