I’m continuing where I left off from two weeks ago with my WIP, Swashbuckler, a contemporary romance. Rachel had been in Costa Rica when she received a call from home. Without saying goodbye to Rodger, she immediately hopped a plane. Rodger thought it had been because of their fight…
Rachel didn’t go home from the airport. The flights had been long and delayed, customs in Dallas had been one long line. Blurry eyed with no sleep and numb from fear, she ran past baggage claim hoping the airlines would store her bag, not really caring if they didn’t. The taxi dropped her off at the hospital.
“Can I help you?” the nurse asked Rachel when she finally reached the intensive care unit. Rachel opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. Instead, tears began to drip from her eyes. Without missing a beat, the petite nurse pulled tissue from the box sitting on the counter and handed it to her.
So if’ you’ve been reading my snippets the past few months (and thank you sooooo much if you have!), it’s pretty obvious who’s in the hospital. But in what kind of condition? What happened? And is it really who we think it is????