Diana!” A voice called faintly down a long, dark tunnel. “Diana, can you hear me?” Yes, I can hear you. She thought she said it aloud, but the voice asked again, “Can you hear me?” A man’s voice. Deep. Familiar. Coming closer to her through the tunnel. Closer. “Diana!” “Tyler?” she managed barely above a breath. “Tyler . . .” “Thank God!” A hand smoothed her hair away from her face. Lips gently touched her cheek. She waited for the lips to touch her again, but instead he asked, “Can you open your eyes?” With great effort she lifted her eyelids, which felt as if they weighed five pounds each. Through her blurred vision, she could see him leaning over her, his blond-streaked hair falling forward around his tanned face, a line forming between the dark eyebrows over his laser-blue eyes. “Where are we?” she asked foggily. “You don’t remember?”
