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himself to touch her. Careful not to disturb the IV in the back of her hand, he reached out, his fingers shaking as he traced the length of her arm. He’d spent the last two years refusing to bury her memory, yet now that she was here, he was afraid to let himself hope. When she got well— if she got well—would she stay?
    He was still struggling with questions when Frankie suddenly inhaled, almost gasping for air. Clay jerked, watching as her eyes flew open. For a moment he could have sworn they were filled with terror. Then cognizance faded, her eyes glazed over and her lids drooped. Seconds later, she was out again.
    He bent down until his mouth was only inches away from her ear.
    â€œWhat is it, Frankie? Why did you run?”
    She sighed.
    He watched, his heart breaking as a single tear suddenly slipped from beneath her lashes and ran down the side of her face and into her hair. Then he moved his mouth just a bit to the right, and for the first time in more than two years, he kissed the woman who was his wife.
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    Hours passed. Hours in which Clay’s thoughts had gone from one scenario to another, trying to make sense of all this. But no matter how many ways he tried to explain her absence and her dramatic return, it was impossible.
    Suddenly the door to Frankie’s room swung open. Clay turned. It was Carl Willis, the doctor who’d examined her.
    â€œThere you are, Mr. LeGrand. I’ve been looking for you.”
    Clay’s heart skipped a beat. “Do you have the results of my wife’s tests?”
    â€œMost of them.”
    Unaware he was clenching his fists, Clay took a step forward. “The drugs?”
    Dr. Willis shrugged. “I don’t know what she’s been injecting into herself, but it wasn’t the kind of drugs you’re implying. Added to that, her symptoms do not coincide with any drug withdrawal I’ve ever seen. There were no traces of any illegal substances in her body. The only things out of the ordinary were traces of sedatives. Did she have trouble sleeping?”
    Clay was stunned. No drugs? He turned and stared down at Frankie, trying to assimilate this new information. If not drugs, then what?
    â€œMr. LeGrand?”
    Clay jumped. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”
    â€œI asked if she suffered from any form of insomnia.”
    â€œNo…no, not to my knowledge.” He touched the side of her face again, cradling her cheek in his hand. He wanted her to wake up. He needed to tell her he was sorry. He needed her to tell him where the hell she had been. “What’s wrong with her?”
    â€œRight now she’s suffering from a pretty severe concussion. And she has some faint bruising on one side of her back and shoulder that would coincide with injuries from a wreck.”
    Clay flinched, remembering what she’d said before she’d passed out. Look out for that bus! “Can you tell how long ago it might have happened?”
    Dr. Willis had been briefed on this couple’s history by the detectives when she’d been processed. He remembered reading about Clay LeGrand. To his shame, he’d believed the man guilty of murder. Now that he knew better, he was even more curious to help solve the mystery of where this woman had gone, as well as what had brought her back.
    â€œThe cut on her head is still seeping, so I’d guess within the last three or four hours.”
    Clay paled, remembering how angry he’d been. His voice shook.
    â€œIs she going to be all right?”
    Dr. Willis hesitated.
    It was enough to make Clay’s belly roll. “What?” he asked.
    Willis sighed. “Barring any unforseen complications, I expect her to make a full physical recovery.”
    Clay’s belly tightened even more. “Only physical?”
    â€œI believe you told me that she seemed confused about the time that had elapsed since her disappearance?”
    â€œI thought she was