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up, and trying to slurp more water out of
an empty cup. Trey was on his feet instantly, hovering next to
me.
    “ Do you need more water,
Tylar?”
    I nodded and watched as he
lifted the pitcher from my bedside table, frowning as he opened the
lid. “Let me go down to the nurse’s station and have them fill this
with fresh water and ice,” he said. He was back quickly with a
fresh pitcher of ice water, filling my cup. I watched him in awe.
He was freshly shaven, his tousled hair looked exquisite. He wore
jeans and a royal blue Polo shirt that heightened his sapphire
eyes. As I took the cup from him, he smiled warmly, gave me a wink.
I took another long swallow of ice-cold water. It tasted so good.
He sat on the arm of the chair next to my bed.
    “ So, how are you feeling
today, Ms. Preston?”
    “ Much better, thank
you, sir ,” I
answered. My voice had taken on a foreign, husky tone. I was
shocked when I heard it. “What’s wrong with my voice? I sound like
freaking Demi Moore!”
    Trey laughed sporting that
lovely dimple and reached over, brushing my hair back. Oh God, I
wondered how greasy and matted my hair was now.
    “ It will go back to normal
soon,” he promised, “although I find it quite sexy. You’ve been
through quite a bit these past few days. Want me to fill you
in?”
    “ Please…” I answered
huskily, sipping more water. Trey clasped his hands together, and
then rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger as if deciding
where to start.
    “ Well, let’s see,” he
said. “Do you remember the episode at the pool last Friday
night?”
    I nodded, still sucking
water down.
    “ As a result of that
incident, you sustained a mild concussion, a serious ear infection,
and tonsillitis in both tonsils. It could've been much worse.
You're one lucky girl.”
    “ Lucky?” I sputtered,
letting the straw drop from my mouth. “How do you figure? I was
ready to cross-over.”
    “ Cross over?” he repeated,
puzzled. “Cross over what?”
    I leaned closer to him as
if confiding a secret. He leaned forward in his chair so that he
could hear that I was about to tell him.
    “ I remember seeing, you
know, the light?”
I whispered hoarsely in my new Demi Moore, sexy voice. I could tell
he still wasn't getting it. Did this guy know zip about
spirituality and the hereafter?
    “ You know ,” I started again, this time
with a bit more exasperation in my voice than intended, “The bright white
light? The one at the pearly
gates?”
    Trey burst into laughter,
his perfect smile radiant with humor. He composed himself, seeing
that I didn't find the humor in it at all.
    “ I’m sorry,” he
apologized, still trying to stifle his laughter and strike a more
somber expression. “No, really, please forgive me. I'm really not
making light, eh, pardon the pun there, of what you went through
last Friday.” He struggled to continue. I watched him as he stood
up and leaned on the bed rail. I could smell his aftershave. He was
looking at me now, all humor veiled.
    God he's fucking hot seven
ways from Sunday!
    “ I think what you actually
saw beneath the water was the pool light. It's inset under the
diving board."
    Oh . . . pool light . . .
NOT the light at the pearly gates. Fuck if I didn't just serve him
up some toe jam on an idiot cracker!
    "You see," he explained,
"When I pulled up the drive that night, I saw everyone in the dark
pool so I walked over to the pump house and switched on the light
for everyone’s safety. That's when I saw that you were in trouble
with the rest of those drunken idiots."
    I guess that meant I was a
drunken idiot too.
    “ It sounds as if you're
blaming the victim here. Didn't you have anything to drink that
night? Weren't you driving your car with your girlfriend Charlotte
in it while you were under the influence?"
    He gave no reply but his
body language spoke volumes.
    “ So maybe you behaved kind
of recklessly yourself Mr. Sinclair? Plus - you put your girlfriend
at risk too."
    Trey