The thought of something happening to the intelligent, good-humored, honorable Eli Slater wasn’t something she could bear to fathom. A sensible part of her mind, not awash with terror, told her it might well be something minor. Nothing serious. Grey had no details other than Eli had been brought to the hospital in an ambulance. She battled against the horrific images that kept popping into her head.Halfway down the hallway, she came to an abrupt, skidding halt, barely noting that Grey had to grab her shoulders to keep from plowing into her. Eli was striding toward them, an eye patch dangling from his hand. Though he had a purplish bruise on his left cheekbone and his eye was slightly swollen, he didn’t appear to have any other injuries. He was gloriously, beautifully alive.She fought every instinct to throw her arms around him and never let him go. At that thought, she stiffened her spine. No…just no.“What the hell happened?” Grey asked.Eli gave them both a puzzled, confused look.
