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where you are. You’re welcome to give out this location and the phone’s extension to family members and friends.”
    â€œTh-thank you.” Madison slowly walked over to the phone and stared down at it. Her trembling hand wavered over the beige phone.
    â€œMs. Reed, is there a problem?” the woman asked.
    â€œI—I can’t remember the number.” Her voice quivered.
    â€œ713-555-8888.”
    Madison whirled toward the deep voice that for a brief moment sounded like Wes’s. Seeing the man dashed all hopes that this had been some type of horrible mistake, that Wes was well and not fighting for his life in the operating room.
    There was nothing of Wes in the man. Wes was heart-stoppingly handsome and elegant. This man was taller, broader, with a rugged face and wide callused hands with scraped knuckles. This man wore a denim shirt and well-worn jeans, and scuffed workboots. Wes liked to talk. This man seldom spoke unless asked a direct question. She knew all this because he was the contractor Wes had hired to build their house, and while she hadn’t gotten to know him well, she knew he was a friend of \Nes’s.
    â€œZachary.”
    He nodded in acknowledgment, but said nothing. His dark face was as grim as she knew hers to be.
    â€œIs—is a member of your family here, too?”
    His gaze went briefly beyond her to the other people in the room, before returning to her. He crossed the room and stopped directly in front of her. Midnight-black eyes filled with grief stared down at her. “I’m here because of Wes. We had an appointment. We … we were talking on the cell phone when …” He swallowed. “I got there before Care Flight touched down on the freeway, and stayed with him. I came on after they lifted off with him.”

    Madison’s eyed widened. She grabbed both of his arms, her nails digging through his shirt into his skin. “Was he conscious? How did he look? What did he say?”
    Zachary swallowed again before answering the rapid-fire questions. “He … he was conscious for a little while.”
    â€œGo on,” she urged. “I won fall apart.”
    â€œHe was injured pretty bad, but … Dr. London seems to know what he’s doing. I understand he’s the best.”
    Looking into Zacharys eyes, which kept sliding away from hers, Madison felt a chill. Her fingers uncurled and she turned away. “Wes will come through this. He was offered an anchor position for a national news show last night. He has waited years for this. He has to be all right.”
    â€œWes never let anything keep him down,” Zachary said quietly.
    Feeling tears prick her eyes again, Madison blinked them away. She felt the gentle pressure of a tissue being shoved into her hand. Dabbing the moisture away, she saw the compassionate face of the spokeswoman. “Thank you.”
    â€œRemember, my card is by the phone if you need anything. The hospital won’t give out any information other than to confirm that Mr. Reed has been admitted unless you direct us to do otherwise.”
    Madison knew the calls would be relentless. Wes was well liked in and out of his profession. He made friends easily. She probably wouldn’t know most of them because the two of them didn’t socialize unless it was on a professional level. “I appreciate what you’ve done. Thank you.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.” The woman touched Madison’s arm and smiled gently. “Please call if there is anything you need.”
    Gordon took Madison’s arm and led her to the leather couch on the far side of the room. “Sit down, I’ll get you a cup of tea.”
    Despite the dire situation, Madison bottom lip curved slightly upward. Gordon might be a hard-nosed newsman, but he firmly believed in the restorative power of tea. He’d often said it was one of the things he had learned from his wife. Madison felt a chill