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like he was too much of a devil to be heard by God. “How is she?”
    “She’s good. She woke up this morning.”
    Troy heaved a sigh of relief. “So there’s no probability of homicide?”
    “None, but her leg is badly fractured. She’s going to need a few months of therapy. You will be paying for that, as well.”
    *****
     
     
    Troy Myer’s victim is identified as Zoey Graham, a twenty-five year old homeless, single mother of an eight year old…
     
    “What-the-fuck!” Zoey exclaimed while she was reading the news about the accident. “Homeless, single mother? Where the hell are these people getting their info?”
    “Is everything alright, Miss Graham?” a nurse, who earlier introduced herself as Macey, asked as she stood by the door.
    “No,” Zoey replied and pointed her finger at the paper. “I’m furious over this news. They called me homeless, single mother. I’m not homeless. I have an apartment, and I am a legal guardian, not a single mother.”
    Macey approached her and pulled the paper off her hand. “Don’t read it if it agitates you. You must stay calm. Read this instead.”
    “I don’t want to read—” She stopped and smiled when she recognized the handsome face of her favorite football star on the cover page of the magazine the nurse just handed her. Mason Wayne, with his heartbreaking smile and enigmatic brown eyes. “You’re right. This is rather more interesting to read.”
    The nurse smiled. “There are a lot of media people downstairs. They’re trying to get permission to interview you.”
    Zoey was briefly stunned. It was only now that it occurred to her that her perpetrator was a famous athlete. Of course, the media would be very interested to hear her side.
    Wow. It meant she was famous. Until this issue subsided at least. “Then let them in so I can clear things up.”
    “They can’t,” Macey replied. “The hospital director did not give them permission.”
    “Excuse me, ladies,” a guard knocked on the open door to get their attention. “Mister Norris wishes to see the patient.”
    “Mister who?” Zoey was not sure if she heard it right.
    “Logan Norris, the Patriot’s head coach.”
    Zoey sank back against the pillows. She had the utmost respect for the old man, but she knew he came here in favor of his nephew.
    “I’ll see you later, Zoey,” Macey said and left the room.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Graham,” a balding, gray haired man entered the room. The guard stepped out and closed the door behind him.
    She nodded. She couldn’t believe the legendary coach was here. Suddenly, she was this very important person for this man to waste his precious time with.
    She frowned when she noticed the bouquet of flowers and a big stuffed bear in his hands.
    “How are you doing today?” he asked.
    “Not so good, Sir. But thanks for asking.”
    Logan approached her. “Troy wants me to give you these.”
    She did not move. She just glanced at the stuff he was offering her. “If it’s from him, I won’t take it.”
    He briefly froze, probably unable to believe that a woman could actually refuse a gift from the every-woman’s-dream football star. “Well, they’re actually from me. I bought them.”
    She sighed and took the stuff from him. “Thank you.”
    “And this.” He handed her a card. “You may read it now.”
    Without suspecting anything, she opened the card and read it.
     
    Dear Miss Graham, I’m sorry. Troy Myers.
     
    She tossed the card on the bed. If Logan wasn’t looking, she could have ripped the damn paper apart. “It’s not from you.”
    “He just wants to extend his remorse for what he’s done. He wishes to know what he can do to make up for the damages he’s caused you.”
    “Oh, is that some kind of a bribe? Like he’ll pay me any amount I ask, and then I’ll shut up about his recklessness?”
    “Not exactly. Troy knew not every woman could be bought so easily. He just doesn’t know what else to do to get over his guilt, so