Delfina surfaced from a nightmare of flames and smoke to be met with the beeping of medical equipment and hushed whispers. Her mind kept flitting back to the man who she recalled pushing himself through what felt like an impenetrable wall of fire to reach her and the relief she felt knowing he was there. He’d come to save her. She didn’t know why Furio was at the restaurant, likely to give her hell for declining every single one of his calls and then not reaching back out to him but whatever his reason, she was grateful.
Her throat ached and she was parched. Wanting water desperately she fought to open her eyes so she could ask for a drink, but the room felt too bright, and her head was pounding.
“Hey sweetheart,” the tender stroke of fingers brushing hair off her forehead and trailing o
