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“Excuse me?” he said, wearing a scowl.
    “Amy,” she explained. “Tina Judd wrote me a year after I left town.” Before her mother demanded she sever even that relationship. “She said Cain had married your sister. You two are in-laws—”
    “ Were in-laws,” Cain interrupted. “Amy and I are divorced.”
    That didn’t surprise Sheridan. Amy had never been right for Cain. She was far too grasping. Sheridan wasn’t sure anyone was right for him. He held too much power in every relationship, or at least those she’d seen.
    “You weren’t made for marriage.” As soon as she said it, she realized that was probably something sheshouldn’t have spoken out loud, but with the medication, her brain hadn’t stopped her mouth in time. And once it was out, it was out.
    Cain quirked an eyebrow at her as Ned laughed. “I guess she knows you better than I thought,” he gibed.
    Whether the remark was appropriate or not, she was relieved to be able to reach into the past, even if it wasn’t the part she most needed to remember. “Dogs. That’s what you really loved, wasn’t it? Animals?” He gave his heart to his pets, but his body had been a whole other story. He’d gotten an early start with the girls….
    And yet…Sheridan could still remember how gentle he’d been with her that night in the camper, how sweet. He’d been seventeen years old, only eighteen months older than she was at the time, but he hadn’t bumbled his way through an experience she found awkward at best and painful at worst.
    Odd that she could recall so clearly how hard he’d tried to hold himself back when she could barely come up with her own name.
    “Considering we barely knew each other, that’s more than I expected you to remember about me.” Cain’s voice was so clipped and his body language so indifferent, she figured he’d forgotten about those few minutes in the camper. Or the memory didn’t mean anything to him.
    Most likely the latter. He’d been with a lot of girls. What was thirty minutes with a naive little virgin?
    “I guess there are some things a girl never forgets,” she said, the words, as well as the memory, bittersweet.
    She saw something in his eyes, something thatseemed to indicate he remembered every detail as well as she did. But she refused to let herself care one way or the other. He obviously hadn’t changed. Why was he even in her hospital room? Ned had said she’d been unconscious for a week. What could Cain Granger possibly want that would keep him around for so long?
    “I hope the details concerning your attack are some of those things,” Ned said, single-mindedly bringing the conversation back to the original topic. “We have to find the guy who did this to you.”
    Sheridan curled her fingers into fists. “Why did this happen to me? ” she asked Ned. “Why me again? ”
    “That’s what I want to know,” he replied. “The only answer I’ve got is that this has some connection to Jason’s shooting.” He continued talking, but what he said had no meaning to her. She couldn’t deal with what’d happened to Jason, not in conjunction with this. She cringed every time she heard his name. That memory had always been painful, but today it created an emotional overload like she’d never experienced before.
    Instinctively, she turned her face into her pillow, trying to avoid his words, to avoid any thought of Jason, but he kept talking, saying things she didn’t want to hear. Go away . She’d awakened to so many questions. Questions that left her feeling lost and disoriented.
    She needed an anchor—and looked up to find Cain.
    “Whatever’s going on is based in the past,” he said when their eyes met. He was speaking over the blustery Ned, but Sheridan didn’t care. She had to tune Ned out, couldn’t tolerate his overbearing manner.
    “I wish I could tell you more,” Cain added. “Butthat’s all we know. Someone believes you can expose him—or he’s been out to get you from