“Emma!” he said. “Hey, you OK?”
She nodded against him.
“OK, angel. Sit down.” Gently, he lowered her back to the chair and kneeled in front of her. She looked so pale, it scared him a bit.
Thank God we’re in a hospital.
“Emma?”
“Yeah.” It took a lot of effort for her to form words. “Yeah, I’m fine, Dean.”
“Like hell you are. You almost passed out.” He stood up. “I’m going to get a doctor.”
“No!” She reached out and grabbed his wrist. “There’s no need for that. It was just a dizzy spell – I haven’t eaten today.”
“What? At all?”
She shook her head.
“Why not?”
“Just – just busy.”
He knelt down again. “Look at me.”
She forced herself to meet those eyes. He studied her closely, taking in every inch of her face and she tried to look like she wasn’t withholding critical information
