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Drew. Drew looked up though, to meet Michael's eyes, and they exchanged a look as only the closest brothers can, a look that passed the watchman's job from one brother to the next. Drew nodded, accepting the burden, and Michael turned away. In the hall, he found a nurse making her way from room to room. He stopped her, one hand lightly touching her upper arm to catch her attention. "Miss, can you tell me anything about the patient in two-nineteen? It's my mother, the one who was admitted after a car accident this morning ..."
     
    "Right," the nurse answered distractedly, poking a stylus pen into the fluff of her hair. She was a short, plump woman with graying curls and a voice wobbly with age, legs encased in compression stockings and a soft, wrinkled face. "Well, I can't really tell you much just yet, honey," she went on, "other than what you probably already know if you've been in to see her. The leg and the wrist are broken. We're still waiting for lab results and a few other things. But the doctor should be in shortly to go over everything, and he'll be able to answer all of your questions then."
     
    "Well thanks so much for your help," Michael muttered sarcastically, watching the older woman's back as she busily walked away. He sighed, turning toward the door to the waiting room as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Composing a text that read only, "Are you here?” he moved into the contacts menu and selected his sisters, Cameron and Harmony, his father Adam, and Drew's wife, Cass.
     
    "Oh, Michael, you're here. I was hoping Drew could track you down. We tried to call, but you weren't answering and I know the shop is closed today but we thought maybe you were there or –"
     
    "Hey, hey, relax." The unsent text now forgotten, Michael looked up just in time to catch Cameron as she stepped into his arms. Her curls were soft against the bottom of his chin, and her hands were shaking slightly as she pressed them against his back. Looking over her head, he could see her adopted son, Logan, sitting quietly in the seat next to Harmony. "Hey, where's Mac?" Mac was Cameron's husband, and Logan was the son of Mac's first marriage. Mac had lost his first wife to cancer, and so when Cameron and Mac had married, she had been quick to adopt his son.
     
    Cameron sniffled against Michael's chest, releasing him to step reluctantly away. "He's still out of town, remember? He's speaking at the psych conference? Today's his day to speak, so the soonest he can fly out to come home is tonight."
     
    "Right." Michael lifted his chin in a silent salute to Harmony, who had looked up to wave at him from her seat. She had changed so much since she started wrestling – had grown much more confident. She seemed to have finally stopped trying so hard, and instead, simply settled into who she was. Michael was unbelievably proud of the young woman she had become – and though he always thought of Harmony as his "baby" sister, he had to admit, when she had found her career in wrestling, Harmony had become a force all her own. Much as his own marital failure saddened him, he was looking forward to watching Harmony walk down the aisle and take her wedding vows with Xander Harrison, a fellow wrestler with the company she worked for.
     
    As if he had been summoned by Michael's thoughts, Xander now stepped into the doorway on the other end of the waiting room, his wide muscular shoulders filling the doorframe. He wore a long-sleeved pullover shirt with jeans, a dark green cap pulled low on his head. Michael and Cameron watched together as Xander looked around the room; he found Harmony easily and made his way over to her, grumbling quietly. "I meant to stay with your dad and Renee," he said, turning in his seat to drape a muscled arm over Harmony's shoulders. "But I think someone recognized me. I swear, I can't go anywhere anymore."
     
    Leaning comfortably against Xander's side, Harmony laughed. "Perks of being a star," she answered. "I