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idea you were back in town until you called last night. Good to see you, man. So, what’s the prognosis?”
    “A sprained ankle and a slight concussion,” Mark replied. He snuggled Skylar against his chest. “Ragan, I took him down to the cafeteria for breakfast. I hope that’s okay.” He set the boy down on the bed next to her, carefully watching as questions appeared in everyone’s eyes. “I’d love to stay, but I’ve got rounds.” He pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Ragan, “Call me when you get settled in. I want to take you out for dinner or something so we can catch up. You too, Robbie.” He walked back towards the door, turning to face her, “Oh, and I just signed your discharge paperwork, so you can leave as soon as you’re ready. Buzz a nurse to send transport with a wheelchair.”
    “I will, Mark. Thanks for taking such great care of me.” She thought she must not look too bad if she’s scoring a date. Granted, she’d known Mark for years, but this was the first time he had noticed her as someone other than Robbie’s sister. Maybe he can take my mind off my problems, including how to keep her darkest secrets from her family .

 
     
    Chapter 8

     
    The fire in the wood-burning stove crackled as Ragan placed a bookmark in her book and placed it in her lap, her thoughts overwhelmed with the conversation she had had with her family yesterday. Explaining why she had left three years before without telling them had been more difficult than she thought it would be, but the real challenge came at explaining why she had kept Skylar a secret. Adam still being in town had complicated things, and she couldn’t tell them that he was Skylar’s father until she had told him, and instead gave them the version she had rehearsed on the flight from England. Not an ideal solution, but it would pacify things until she had worked out what to do next.
    Her family seemed to accept her story, and were eager to get to know the new addition and first grandchild, which still left a more complicated issue to consider. The big problem was how to break the news to Adam. She stared into the sparks of glittering hot ash, mesmerized by an occasional puff of smoke. While it hypnotized her, different scenarios played in her mind.
    When the doorbell rang, it brought her back to the present. It’s too early for the sheriff. Thoughts of Adam storming in and taking Skylar away from her made her cautious about opening the door. She peeked out the window and gasped in surprise; Mark stood on the porch with a bouquet of spring flowers.
    “Mark, I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” She stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.
    “I just wanted to see how you’re feeling.” He switched the flowers to his other hand as he slipped out of his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door. “How’s your head today? Any dizziness or nausea?”
    “No, no problems.” She smiled as she waited for him to hand her the bouquet. “Are those for me?”
    “Uh, yes, they are,” he said as he held them out to her, a blush staining his cheeks. “I feel like I’m sixteen and asking Molly Perkins to the Harvest Festival dance.” Glancing down at his feet, he groaned, “I’ll just shut up now.”
    The idea of Mark being nervous around her brought a genuine smile to her face. “Would you like some coffee?
    “Sure,” he grinned a bit more confidently.
    “Make yourself comfortable in the living room. I’ll put these in water and get a fresh pot started.” Limping down the hall, she buried her nose in the bouquet and daydreamed about a relationship with Mark.
    She squealed when Mark ran up behind her, then scooped her up in his arms and strode down the hall toward the kitchen. “What are you doing? I’m perfectly capable of walking to the kitchen.”
    “I can’t let my knight in shining armor status get tarnished by ignoring a lady in distress.”
    Giggling at the cheesy line, Ragan focused directly