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soon?” I heard her ask Florence, who I noticed was trying to sneak out of the room.
    My nurse paused, seemingly having been caught. “Actually,” her formal tone was back. “She can whenever she feels up to it. I told her to be extremely careful, however. She’ll need someone to help her, I’m sure, if she plans on doing so today. Would you like me to send another staff member, or—”
    “Oh, it’s no big deal. I’ll help her,” Denise offered. She was still working the dreaded comb through my hair, when Ray finally asked the million-dollar question.
    “So, pretty girl, what happened?”
    That’s what I loved about Ray. No judgment, no condescending tone, or scolding looks. Just concern, pure and simple. I glanced over at him, and saw that he was checking out the amazing view of the parking lot from the window. I took a, hopefully quiet, deep breath.
    “That’s what I’d like to know, as well,” I heard Trey’s voice. I quickly turned to find him leaning against the threshold, while I was probably becoming bald in the process of beautification as I felt the friggin’ comb snag on a particular nasty snarl.
    “Ouch!” I winced, scrunching up my nose while hearing Denise mumble a very unladylike curse.
    “Shit, Tylar, are you okay? I didn’t think you were going do that, hun!”
    “It’s okay,” I told Denise, before looking back over at Trey who wasn’t quite in the room and not quite out either. “Where’d you go?” I blurted.
    He totally did the sexy eyebrow thing. Okay, this concussion thing was seriously starting to annoy me what with taking away my ability to converse like a normal person and all.
    Trey must have decided to stay awhile, because he took a couple of steps into the room. “I was talking to your doctor just now."
    “What’d he say?” Ray asked.
    Trey looked over at the man, like he was just now seeing that we weren’t the only ones in the room. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he looked back over at me.
    Denise piped in, “Well, the nurse already told us that she can shower. So she can’t be that worse for wear. Thank God.” She sauntered over to where she left her purse, and tossed that devil comb back inside.
    I couldn’t tell whether the whole ‘Thank God’ bit was for the fact that I wasn’t in that bad of shape…or the point that I could actually shower. There really was no telling with Denise.
    “Well, she said that they’re going to keep you for one more night,” Trey informed us.
    Ah, so my doctor was a ‘she’? I think I was beginning to understand why he was gone for so long.
    Whoa, where’d that thought come from?
    “And that your blood-alcohol level wasn’t as high as I’d originally thought,” he continued.
    Okay, that one irked me. “Well, yeah,” I said. “I only had a few wine coolers, and I’m pretty sure those things are more sugar than anything.”
    “So swimming in my family’s pool late at night was a sober thought?” Trey parried.
    I fidgeted with my fingers. “Well, no. But it wasn’t my thought.” Ugh. Tattle much, Ty?
    That got his attention alright. He took a step closer, “And whose thought was it?”
    I shrugged, glancing over at Ray who was watching me and Trey like he was watching a highly competitive tennis match. “Does it matter? I mean, it’s not like we can change what happened, right?”
    “Wrong, Ms. Preston.” Trey quipped, going from zero to sixty in a quick second. “Because you're my employee. As was everyone else who was standing around the pool last night. And as my employee, you nearly drowned.”
    I think I preferred him standing at least seven feet away. He was now using the same voice from when he saw me with Derringer.
    “So, yeah, it matters,” he finished abruptly.
    Whoa. I chose to look at Denise this time, hoping for a little reinforcement. But she looked to be rooted in the corner of my hospital room, paying way too much attention to her nails.
    Well. Crap.
    “What happened?” Trey