When Dana regained consciousness, she was on a comfortable mattress, covered by a down duvet and gazing at Beau as he sat on the bed beside her, leaning against the headboard.
"Welcome back," he told her, his beloved voice soft and caressing. "How are you feeling?"
Dana stretched tentatively, then more fully as she realized that every part of her was in working order. "Wow. I feel great. How about you?" She leaned up to touch the small pink scar on his chest. "All gone?"
Beau nodded. "By tomorrow, there won't even be a scar. But your friend told me what happened. I owe you my life."
Dana shrugged. "You had to be all noble and take a bullet for me. Catching you on the way off the roof seemed like the least I could do."
Beau's laugh was warm and sexy enough to curl her toes. "Only you, cherie." Then he picked up her hand and his expression grew serious. "You're wearing the ring."