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shook his head. “It’s for you. All of it.”

      “Either we share or I’m not having any.” Her mouth set in a line, and Rafe smiled, remembering how stubborn she could be. “Fine. Half and half. So you’ll be giving lessons at the Harbor House when it opens?”

      “As long as enough people are interested.”

      “You have three students lined up already. Those nurses were ready to sign up right now.”

      “The nurses that were here? Oh, they were nice, but they didn’t come here to learn about knitting.”

      “No? It looked that way to me.”

      Olivia studied his face and smiled slowly. “You really don’t know, do you?”

      “Know what?” Rafe didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.

      “They came here to see you. Word is out that Rafe Russo is back on the island. They came here to check you out.”

      Rafe ran a hand over his neck. “That’s crazy.” He stood up, feeling uncomfortable as he paced the room.

      “Not at all.” Olivia tilted her head. “You’re a high-profile topic, Rafe. You always will be. You stir up strong feelings, whether you want to or not.” She started to say something else, then looked away.

      Rafe wanted to ask her what it was.

      But her face had filled with color again and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Can I get you anything else before I go?”

      She shook her head stiffly.

      Rafe wondered what he had done to take the joy out of her face.

      “Are you sure? I can stay here until one of your friends comes.”

      “There’s no need,” she said quickly. “You probably have a lot of things to do. I don’t want to keep you. It was...nice of you to come by, though.”

      Rafe hated this strained formality in her voice. He hated the restless way her good hand picked at the plastic wrapper on her tray.

      Most of all, he hated the thought that he had once again done something to hurt her.

      * * *

      THE CLINIC STAYED busy throughout the night following the storm. Rafe helped out when extra stretchers had to be brought inside and an emergency generator needed to be carried up from the basement. As the night passed, he made occasional trips downstairs for coffee or sandwiches. But mostly he sat in the chair beside Olivia’s bed, watching her sleep.

      Thinking about the past and the ways it could tangle up the future.

      During that long night Olivia woke twice, staring around her in confusion until Rafe rested a hand on hers.

      Each time she sighed and slid back to sleep as if his touch had assured her that everything would be fine.

      * * *

      WHEN OLIVIA AWOKE around 6:00 a.m, she stared up anxiously. Where was she? And why did her shoulder ache as if it had been hammered?

      The storm.

      The accident.

      Blinking, she glanced across the bed and saw a tall man sitting in the chair nearby. She knew that lean face instantly. So Rafe was still here. It hadn’t been a dream fueled by the medicine they were giving her for her shoulder.

      She swallowed hard, unable to take her eyes off his face.

      “Hey. You’re awake.”

      “You stayed here all night?”

      He nodded. “Jilly called you and wanted you to call her this morning. I told her what had happened.”

      “I feel strange. Restless. Medicated.”

      “How about your shoulder?”

      “It’s throbbing, but nothing terrible. Not like in the storm.” She closed her eyes at the memory.

      Rafe stood up slowly, looking uncomfortable. “They’ll take good care of you. I don’t want to bother you. I’d better go.”

      Olivia hated how much she wanted him to stay.

      She glanced up at a knock on the door. “More nurses coming to check out the new deputy? News really does travel fast. Come in,” she called.

      But Walker Hale opened the door, studying Olivia with concern. “Hey, Livie. How are you doing?”

      “Not so bad. I’m still groggy.” She frowned down at the brace on her shoulder. “Not much driving or anything else for me right now.”

      “No worries there. I’m under orders from Jilly to drive you home once your paperwork clears here. We can stop by your house, but Caro and Jilly laid down the law. You’re going back to the Harbor House until you feel better.”

      “That sounds nice.” Despite the painkillers and a growing throb at her shoulder, she felt tension fill the room. She glanced from Walker to Rafe. “Sorry. I should have introduced you. Walker, this is Rafe Russo, our new deputy sheriff. He’s the one I ran into in the storm last night. And I mean literally ran into. Rafe, meet Walker Hale. He and Jilly were married in Colorado after they met at a knitting workshop there. We couldn’t have managed all the work on the Harbor House without Walker’s help.”

      Olivia forced a smile and tried to ignore the pain radiating from her neck and shoulder. If she thought the tension would fade after the two men were introduced, she was wrong. The cool, assessing stares went on and on.

      She tried to sit up, but Rafe leaned over her with a frown. “Don’t move. You know what the doctor said. You’re not supposed to do anything until they check you out. Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it.”

      “What I need is my knitting. Since that’s out of the question for now, I would love a drink of water.”

      Rafe found her glass and held it while she drank.

      “Thank you, Rafe.” She gave a big yawn. “I guess these painkillers are working.” Her eyes drifted over to the window. “Is it still raining, Walker?”

      “Afraid so.”

      “More mudslides?”

      “Nothing major,” Walker announced. “Most of the big roads are open again.”

      “That’s good.” Olivia yawned. “I may slip off now. I can’t seem to stay awake...”

      She saw Rafe walk to the window. His face was harder than it had been when he left Summer Island. He was lean and controlled in all his movements.

      Olivia saw a thin scar above his right eye. “You have a scar,” she said sleepily. “I don’t remember that.”

      “Fuel dump exploded,” Rafe said tersely. “Go to sleep, Livie.”

      Olivia had a thousand questions. Had he been happy? Was there a woman in his life?

      And the war...

      But Olivia was too tired to think straight. Besides, Rafe had cut her out of his life a decade ago with a finality and coldness that still left painful memories. Though he was back, nothing between them had changed.

      Olivia had to remember that whatever they’d once had was over.

      “Say hi to the nurses,” she murmured as her eyes closed.

      “There aren’t any nurses,” Rafe said.

      “But there will be...there always are. You still don’t understand, do you?” Before Rafe could answer, she was asleep.

      * * *

      “WHAT DID SHE mean about nurses?” Walker asked as he closed the door to Olivia’s room.

      “Nothing.”

      Walker

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