His Long-Awaited Bride. Jessica Matthews

Morris that he’s been worrying over nothing. He’s such a sweet husband, always fretting about me.”

      Knowing that Lucy had been a widow for at least ten years, he raised a questioning eyebrow at Marissa, who responded with a puzzled shrug.

      “He’s waiting outside, you know,” Lucy added dreamily.

      Marissa frowned. “Lucy,” she said hesitantly. “Your husband isn’t outside. He’s…”

      “Oh, that’s right. He went to the garden store because I need food for my roses, fertilizer for my flowers and mosquito spray. With all the moisture we’ve had, those pesky insects are quite bad this year. If you don’t mind, I’m rather tired and I’d like to sleep now.

      “And don’t you two worry about me,” Lucy added, as if sensing their concern. “Morris says I’m going to be just fine.”

      At a sudden loss for words—what would it hurt if remembering her husband gave her comfort?—Justin exchanged a final helpless glance with Marissa before he moved to a corner of the room to record his notes and lab orders. As he scribbled on the pages, he listened with half an ear to Marissa’s soft voice cautioning Lucy to lie quietly for at least an hour. From the older woman’s condition, he suspected Lucy would do so even without Marissa’s advice.

      “I want the usual cell counts, glucose and protein and culture,” he said as soon as Marissa joined him in the hallway. “I also want blood drawn for a West Nile virus test. And call me as soon as you have those results.”

      “West Nile?” she asked, clearly surprised by his request.

      “’Tis the season,” he quoted. “It’s early, I know, but when she mentioned mosquitoes, I thought of it.”

      “I’ll call as soon as I hear from the lab, but the West Nile test will take a couple of days.” She paused. “I’m a little surprised that she talked as if her husband was still alive.”

      “Me, too. Keep a close eye on her,” he said as he handed over the medical record.

      “I will.”

      His gaze landed on the pot of flowers remaining on the nurses’ counter and his mouth tightened in displeasure. He didn’t know why Mr. City Manager’s exorbitant display irritated him so much. If Pendleton wanted to spend hundreds of dollars on flowers, who was he to stop him from supporting the local economy? Yet irritate him it did.

      His irritation only grew when he saw the arrangement in Newland’s room, although he didn’t show it. But by the time he’d examined Newland and talked to his wife, he was well and truly sick of flowers.

      To add insult to injury, the sight of Marissa at the nurses’ station only reminded him of Lucy’s comments. “Call if anything changes,” he said more gruffly than necessary, before he disappeared into the nearby stairwell to escape the sweet aroma saturating the ICU. Unfortunately, he couldn’t escape the memory of Lucy’s words.

      I’ve never understood why you two have never gotten together…. Don’t forget how well you connect with each other…a strong foundation…

      Contrary to what Lucy thought, he knew exactly what they had. Their friendship had started on the first day of his French I class, when he’d slid into the chair next to a brown-haired girl with hazel eyes that turned deeper shades of blue or green, depending on her mood. She’d quietly listened during the lecture and acted as if she understood every word the professor had said, while he’d been completely lost.

      Marissa had helped him pass the course and throughout the rest of the semester he’d discovered that not only was she intelligent and possessed a soft heart, but she was also a good listener. Their mutual interest in medicine had cemented their friendship, although his path had led to med school and hers into nursing.

      They had exchanged Christmas cards at that point, although his had been the e-mail variety and usually late. Those annual contacts had gradually dwindled and finally ended once he’d married Chandra Weaver. It was only after they’d both reconnected in Hope several years ago after his divorce that they’d caught up on each other’s lives. Since then, it had seemed as if they’d never been separated.

      What surprised him the most was Marissa’s single status—waiting, as she said, for the right man. Were the eligible fellows blind? But whether they were or not, he didn’t want her to make his same mistakes, so he did his best to keep a watchful eye on her prospects. It hadn’t been too difficult because in a town this size, everyone knew everyone else’s business.

      Unfortunately, Travis Pendleton wasn’t a home-grown boy. He was a new arrival and although people in his circles spoke favorably of him, if something was too good to be true, it usually was.

      Normally, he wouldn’t worry about Marissa being taken in by a handsome face or sappy romantic gestures, but now he wasn’t so sure. She hadn’t actually confirmed that she and Terrific Trevor were an item, but she hadn’t denied it, either. She’d simply declared that Pendleton was a friend, but that was how she described him, too.