DANE SINCLAIR
"Dane, you're looking worse for wear." Brent slipped an arm around his shoulder and helped him walk. "Let's get you lovebirds to the hospital."
"Your house. Brent..."
"Don't worry. It's insured."
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TUESDAY JONES
TUESDAY STEPPED INTO the emergency room lobby and grinned at Amie. He'd just seen his sister, comfortably sleeping and on the road to recovery. Momma planned to stay the night and had been reading Bible passages when he left.
"She's gonna be okay." Relief swept through him. "I can't thank you enough. You didn't have to stay, you didn't have to help."
"I wanted to." Her arms slipped around him and she lifted her head. "But you owe me dinner. I'm starving."
Tuesday laughed then bent his head and kissed her. She tasted like chocolate mint and her lips melted against his so sweetly, he didn't think he could ever kiss another woman.
