Page 4 of Hannah's Dom

“Is there anything I missed?” Jake asked.

“No. From the darkness under her eyes, I suspect she’s exhausted. I won’t be able to tell you anything more unless we get her to the hospital, and I can run some tests,” Gavin said. He packed his things away in the bag he had brought.

“Do you think that’s necessary?” Jake asked.

“She’s stable right now. Her lungs and pulse are normal. She doesn’t have a temperature. Let’s give her a little time to wake up. If she doesn’t, you should consider bringing her to my office in the next few hours or so.”

Jake stared down at her. “That sounds good.”

“I need to go into the office, but call me.”

Jake shook his hand. “Thank you.”

Gavin grabbed his bag and walked out of the room. Jake sat back down in the chair. He hadn’t let go of her hand for a moment. Watching her sleep so peacefully made something inside of him settle. It was like they were both where the universe wanted them, and he wouldn’t question it.

Jake had settled back when her fingers flexed, and then her arm moved. He waited to see what she would do. Within a minute, she was blinking her eyes open. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before looking around, confused.

Her gaze finally settled on him, and her eyes widened. Blue. Jesus. Her eyes were the prettiest blue he’d ever seen.

“Hi, Sweetheart. My name is Jake.”

She coughed and then cleared her throat. “Where am I?”

“You’re in my condo. We saw you lying on the side of the road. The wind was nasty.”

She nodded. “I remember that.”

“Why did you lay down there? And where were you going?”

“I remember being so tired that I just wanted to rest for a moment.”

“Where were you going?” he asked again.

“To the nearest town.”

“That’s Madison. Do you know anyone there?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He could tell she was still getting her bearings, so he held off on his questions for the moment.

“I told you my name. Can I know yours?” Jake asked.

“Hannah.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you.”

“How old are you, Sweetheart?”

“I’m just about twenty-one, I think,” she said.

“You think?”

“I’m not sure when my birthday is.”

Everything she was saying was just making him come up with more questions.

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