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she’ll go back to sleep.” Lyssie looked to me, apologetic. “You wouldn’t have known to tell him. I had to figure it out on my own.”
    **
    “I can tell it’s a full moon.” Trina said it every month, but this was the first time it had any meaning for me. “Even you two are at each other’s throats today.”
    “No, we’re not,” I said quickly before Lyssie had a chance to answer. I’d begged her not to say anything to Trina about my concussion. If she noticed I was off, I’d tell her I wiped out snowboarding. It was somewhat true, I’d just had a lot of help.
    “Whatever.” Trina held a bunny in her lap. She always picked one of the quiet animals when everything was in an uproar, figuring the rowdy ones would follow the lead of the one getting all the attention. “How was snowboarding last night?”
    Lyssie glanced up from the black poodle that she was grooming. She’d become everyone’s hairdresser. I ignored her. Maybe we were at each other’s throats. “We had a great time. Pizza, then—“
    “You went to The Pizza Pub without me?” Lyssie sighed and shook her head.
    If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was jealous. “Ask Dallas to take you there. We can all go. As I was saying, pizza then we went over to Baldy. I’d never been on the Black Diamond trails before.”
    “Sounds awful!” Trina laughed. “The pizza is a dream come true, but the rest of it? No thank you.” The phone rang and cut the conversation short.
    “Why are you so mad at me?” I asked Lyssie once Trina was in the office. “I didn’t mean to get hurt. Dallas is coming back tonight and you can pick up wherever you left off. Think of it as a bonus.”
    “I’m not mad, I’m worried.” She shut off the clippers and put them down. With a nudge, the poodle jumped off the table. I’d put a bow around his neck and take his picture later for the website. “I don’t like that you didn’t get checked out last night. What if you’re hurt worse than you think?”
    “I hate hospitals.” I’d spent months in one recovering from the bomb blast. Every time I had a setback, that’s where I wound up. Until CAST figured out a way to get me to move forward. “If I don’t feel better, I’ll go. I promise. I can take care of myself, you know.”
    “I know.” She sighed. “I’m sorry I said that to Baron last night, about what to do if you have night terrors. It might’ve looked like I was trying to one up you, but you don’t know that it’s happening most of the time. It’s scary.”
    “I’m not mad. I appreciated it.” If I was a hugger, I would’ve given Lyssie one.
    Her face lit up, apology accepted. “Did anything else happen last night?”
    My little Lyssie was blossoming before my eyes. She couldn’t even talk about sex when I’d met her at the beginning of the year, let alone ask for a play by play. “No. I didn’t want to puke in the middle of what will probably be a pretty epic fuck.”
    “Kiera!” We weren’t all the way there yet. Her expression sobered. “I didn’t know you were nauseous. Are you feeling better now?”
    “Much. Just tired.” I’d slept so well, curled up against Baron with his arms around me. He slept shirtless, and he was just as glorious as I’d imagined. I used one of his broad shoulders as my pillow, running my finger lightly along the length of his rippling abs until we both fell asleep. I couldn’t wait to see, feel, and taste every inch of him. “So what were you up to when we came back last night?”
    “Nothing.” Lyssie flushed like a champion. “We were just talking.”
    “About what?” I shouldn’t push her, but she was treading on thin ice and didn’t know how to swim. Lyssie avoided eye contact, coaxing a cocker spaniel into her beauty parlor. “Have you told Dallas yet?”
    “It’s not exactly the kind of thing you blurt out in casual conversation.” She looked up from the soapy wet dog with defeat in her eyes. “And I think it’s pretty