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    “Ma’am. You’re in the hospital. You’ve been in an accident, but you’re safe now. Can you open your eyes for me?”
    Bree cringed at the light and suddenly it was gone. The relief made her sigh with pleasure. She blinked again and focused on the figure standing at the foot of the bed. Slowly his two bodies morphed together and she gasped. It was her angel.
    “Are you all right, Mrs. Simpson?”
    “Yes. What happened?”
    “There was an explosion. Do you remember it?” the doctor asked.
    Bree closed her eyes and thought back to the engagement party, the message from Marcus, the corrupt police officer, the damage to the building, and then the earth fell out from under her feet.
    “Oh my God—how is he? Where is he? He pushed me out of the way when the ceiling collapsed.” Bree was frantic. What happened to Marcus? He had saved her life. She felt cold all of a sudden. Her body started to shake as it remembered the explosion, the impact, and the darkness.
    Suddenly there was warmth. It was in her hand and slowly spread up her arm. “Take a breath, Mrs. Simpson. It’s okay. You’re safe.”
    Bree opened her eyes and focused on the large hand covering hers. The mysterious angel’s slate-colored eyes drew her in. Her body stopped shaking and she drew in a slow breath.
    “Your husband is alive. That’s what’s important right now.” Bree let out a shaky breath as his deep voice washed over her. There was something so sure about his voice that no matter what he said, she would believe him. Marcus was alive and that was all that mattered. Why did they think he was her husband, though? She was about to ask when the doctor cut in.
    “He lost a leg and is pretty banged up. He’s still in critical condition and it’s going to be a tough forty-eight hours for him. It doesn’t look good, Mrs. Simpson, and I need you to prepare for the worst.” The doctor looked down at his cell phone. “I have to go to surgery. The nurse can answer any questions for you and we’ll try to get you to see your husband after you rest some. However, I would advise you see him sooner rather than later. I’m sorry.”
    Bree gasped. Marcus had lost his leg and now he might die because he saved her. He had thrown himself under the beam when he pushed her out of the way. Tears fell from her eyes. The pain made each tear hurt as it rolled down her cheeks.
    “Do you have a phone?” she asked her angel, who she could only guess was a doctor. He looked like it with his dark brown hair and those eyes. He looked tired and scruffy, just like any medical professional after a twelve-hour shift.
    “Of course.”
     
    Logan pulled out his cell phone and turned it on. He swallowed hard as he handed her the phone and their fingers touched. I'm going to hell , he thought. He couldn’t control his emotions with someone else’s wife. Someone who was fighting for his life right now. What kind of horrible man was he? Logan fought the urge to wrap her in his arms and instead pulled a chair to the side of her bed.
    He’d been floored when her teal eyes had fluttered open. When she’d looked at him and it was like a sucker punch to the stomach. He closed his eyes as she dialed the phone and chastised himself.
    “It’s me. There’s been an explosion. Yes, I’m okay. I have a bad concussion. My hard hat saved me. “ Mrs. Simpson paused as Logan imagined whoever she called digesting this information.
    “No. He’s critical. He pushed me out of the way and a beam landed on him. They had to amputate his leg.”
    Logan slid from the room and waved down a nurse. “She’s really upset. I don’t know how she’s going to rest.”
    The nurse nodded and told him she’d take care of it. When Logan came back into the room, Bree had set his phone on the corner of the bed and was silently crying. Her shoulders shook as tears streaked her face.
    “Thank you.”
    Logan sat down and took her hand in his. “Have you made all the calls you