Elise spent most of the night in Brodi's arms. When she was satisfied that he was going to sleep through the night, she eased herself up off the bed and out the door.

She looked at her watch and was glad that she didn't have a race in the morning. At 3am, she was so tired she had actually considered spending the night in Brodi's room. Two things stopped her. Firstly, there wouldn't have been any sleep, and not because of anything interesting. She kept finding herself checking his breathing pattern, even though she knew he was well past the healing point where that needed to be watched. Secondly, she really did not want anyone seeing her coming out of his room. Least of all Anya.

Not that she was concerned about competition for the surfer's attention. She was confident about where she stood with the man. It was just that Anya seemed…unstable seemed too harsh a word. And when Eddie had seen her talking to Brodi…

She had come to Brodi's room to confront him about his white knight syndrome. She was all ready for the argument, but when she saw how he looked, she had decided to just work on getting him to sleep. He really looked like he had been to hell and back.

Maybe Brodi wasn't the only one with white knight syndrome.