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beautiful? I need to get back on my feet and get the hell out of here. I cap off the bottle and try to sit it on the floor, but I can’t reach.
    Ana storms back into the room and grabs it from my hand. Just before she turns to walk out of the room again, I catch a glimpse of the satisfied smirk that is plastered all over her face. Aw, hell…. She will pay for that shit. A few minutes later, I hear her making all kinds of fucking racket with pots and pans in the front of the house, so I can only assume she’s making breakfast. The thought of food turns my stomach. I look down and peel back the bandage on my upper chest. The stitches are clean and precise; nothing like what Doc usually does for us at the clubhouse. This chick really must be some kind of doctor.
    She walks back into the room carrying a tray and places it on the dresser. She gives me a look of disapproval as she sees me looking at my wound. I carefully cover it back up and stare at the tray of food.
    “I’m not hungry,” I tell her.
    “Maybe not, but you really need to eat something,” she says as she walks over to me. She gently places the palm of her hand on my forehead and looks at me with genuine concern. My eyes lock on hers as she slowly lowers her hand to my wrist to check my pulse. Her eyebrows crinkle together as she tries to focus on my heartbeat. “What about some toast?” she asks.
    “No.”
    “Cereal?”
    “No.”
    “Umm… bacon and eggs?”
    “Look, I appreciate it, but I’m just not hungry,” I explain.
    “You haven’t had any real food in days, and these are strong antibiotics. They’re going to make you feel worse if you don’t have something on your stomach,” she warns.
    “Just give me the damn medicine, and I’ll eat something later,” I tell her.
    “ Okay , but no complaining when your stomach starts cramping, and you end up feeling worse,” she says scornfully.
    “Fine, do you have any crackers?” I ask.
    “Sure do,” she replies as she grabs the sleeve of crackers from the tray and tosses them onto the bed. Then, she takes a bottle of water off of the tray and places it on the bedside table. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with your medicine. Do you need anything else?”
    “Some clothes, unless you like having me like this ,” I say as I lift the sheet just enough to make my point. I smile as I watch her cheeks turn a dark shade of pink.
    “My father… he’s… uh… bringing you some things when he comes this morning,” she stammers.
    I nod. At that moment, I realize I have no idea what the hell is really going on here. I don’t even know where I am. Why didn’t she just take me to the hospital or call an ambulance? I need to pull my head out of my ass and find out what is going on. I look around the room, searching for any information about the woman that has just saved my life. I don’t see anything suspicious. From the looks of the pictures around the room, she isn’t involved with anyone. I wonder why a girl like her isn’t already married with two point five kids. From what I can tell, she lives out here alone, and something about that pisses me off. She had no business bringing some stranger into her home like this without having someone here to help her.
    I am lost in my thoughts when I catch sight of her standing in the doorway, staring at me. “You ready?” she asks.
    “Guess so,” I tell her. She walks over to the side of the bed and holds out her hand with the pills resting in her palm.
    I take them from her and use the bottle of water to choke them down. “Thanks.”
    “You want to tell me what happened?” she asks. “Is someone going to be coming after you?”
    “It’s a long story, but you don’t have to worry about that. Everyone thinks I’m dead.”
    “Who shot you? Why would someone want to hurt you?”
    “Doesn’t matter,” I tell her.
    “I think I have a right to know,” she snaps. “Remember, I’m the one that just dragged you out of that freezing lake