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but I'm fine now."
    "And what if I want to stay?"
    A nurse swooshed into the room and answered
before Midu could. "Patients rest better when they're left alone.
This young woman could use some sleep."
    Kyle grimaced. "You're telling me that she'd
be better off if I left."
    The nurse gave a knowing smile. "In the
nicest way possible, yes."
    Kyle ran a hand through his soft hair. "Fair
enough, but I'll be back later tonight." He looked at Midu. "Do you
want me to bring you anything?"
    "My Kindle?"
    He nodded. "I'll see you later."
    Midu sagged against the pillows when he left.
He was probably going to Lynn's house. She wondered how close he
was to finishing her cupboards. If he'd be working on those
today. Maybe he had more important things to take care of.
    She frowned at the nurse, and the woman
raised her eyebrows.
    "Don't give me that look. You do need
your rest. He'll be back. Just wait and see."
    With a sigh, Midu closed her eyes. What did
the nurse know? She didn't know that Midu had been a giant dumbass,
taking Kyle for granted all these years, and now she might lose
him. Before she could fuss more, though, she was asleep.
    The rest of the day blipped by in bits and
pieces. Sometimes, she was awake. Sometimes, she wasn't. And the
rest, she was groggy.
    After supper, there was a quick knock on the
door and Kyle stepped into the room with Lynn and a thin,
thoughtful-looking man. Lynn's brows crinkled with worry.
    "I hope you're up for a visit. Kyle thought
you might like company. He hasn't stopped talking about you. Greg
didn't pace this much when I delivered Ginny."
    Midu frowned. She glanced at the man by
Lynn's side. "Are you Greg?"
    The man nodded. "We haven't met yet. Lynn
moved to Emerald Hills ahead of me to get her shop ready, but I
can't leave Indianapolis until the semester's finished."
    Maybe the nurse gave her too strong of a
shot. Midu's brain couldn't keep up. "I'm sorry. I don't
understand."
    Greg smiled. "I got a job, working on
computer software at I.U., but I can't start until I finish up at
the Indy regional campus."
    Her head felt muddled. It must have
shown.
    Lynn smiled. "You know, we've never really
been introduced. I bought Dan's jewelry shop in town and came here
early to get things ready for tourist season. This is my husband,
Greg, and he got hired at the university in Bloomington, but he and
our daughter, Ginny, can't move here until their school year's
finished. They only came to visit today."¶Midu blinked. Lynn's
husband. A daughter. Lynn was married. She scowled at Kyle. Why
hadn't he told her? Then she couldn't stop the smile that blossomed
on her face. Lord, Lynn must think she was an idiot. She tried for
normalcy. "How old is Ginny?" she asked.
    Lynn glanced at her husband. "Depends on if
you ask her or us. Six, going on thirty."
    "You'll have to introduce her to Bridey,"
Kyle said. "They're the same age."
    Midu nodded. "In Bridey's mind, she rules the
world. But then, she's definitely the center of the universe for
Gino and Evelyn."
    Kyle took her hand and stroked it gently.
"How are you doing? We don't want to wear you out."
    "Never better," she said. And it was the
truth. Midu felt happier than she had for days. She turned to Greg.
She liked this man. He'd married Lynn and made her
unavailable. "You should meet Tana's Nate. He works at I.U., too.
They own the Sweet Shoppe."
    They were making small talk when an aide
carried a bouquet of flowers into the room—daisies, her favorites
and jasmine, reminders of home. Her mother always bought jasmine.
The pitcher that held them was peacock blue, her favorite color.
The aide handed her the attached card, and Midu read, "With love,
Kyle."
    She blinked back tears. Maybe the anesthesia
made her more emotional. "They're beautiful."
    Kyle grinned. "Almost as nice as the ones we
grow." Midu had a jasmine in her small, personal greenhouse. And
they always had daisies blooming in their perennial beds. He looked
at Lynn. "Where's Shortie? Did you