Wanted by Her Lost Love

was creased, whether in worry or pain he wasn’tsure. Maybe both.Her chest barely rose with the shallow breaths.Suddenly, everything that had happened tonightcaught up to him in one painful rush. Never. Neverwould he forget her grief-ravaged face as she bitterlytold him what his brother had done to her, what she’dtried to tell him months before. But he hadn’t listenedthen. He’d been convinced she was lying.He pulled up a chair so he could sit as close toher as possible while she slept. Tentatively, he slidhis fingers underneath the hand that didn’t have an IVattached and he brought it to his lips, holding itagainst his mouth.“I’m sorry, Kell,” he said brokenly. “I’m so damnsorry.”“Ryan. Ryan, man, wake up.”The whisper stirred Ryan and he opened his eyesand groaned at the monster crick in his neck.Daylight streamed through the blinds on the windowand he winced.His gaze first found Kelly, who was still sleeping,