Thank you again to everyone who is being so supportive of this story.

Everything felt like a dream. I vaguely remember hearing voices yelling and the thumping of boots against the floor.

Damn it! I was worried her concussion was worse than what she was letting on.

Let's get her back to the infirmary.

No, call an ambulance. I want her at St. Francis, stat.

Come on, cutie…stay with us.

Then I was flying as the voices began to fade.

When I finally came to, in a manner where I was clear headed enough to take in my surroundings, I nearly panicked. I turned my head to see Bobby sitting next to me, holding my hand. "Why am I in the back of an ambulance?"

Bobby gave me a sad smile. "You passed out on us, sweetheart."

My heart sank at his statement. He was going to ship me off to the hospital after all. "So, you're taking me to the hospital?"

"I just need to know that there's nothing more serious going on with you. So, we're headed to St. Francis for some additional tests."

I started to open my mouth to protest when he held up a hand. "Before you argue, Ranger is paying the bills and so long as the tests don't find anything life threatening, you'll be returning with me to Haywood when they're done."

I glanced down at where the paramedics had started an I.V., then looked back to Bobby. Once again, I knew there was no winning this fight. Maybe it was the head injury making me so emotional, or maybe it was the last year of bullshit in my life all culminating into this moment. Either way, I was suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable and for reasons I couldn't quite explain, Bobby felt safe and familiar. "You're going to stay with me, right?" I'd spent the last year getting myself through the minutia and nonsense that was my life without any real emotional support. The fact that I couldn't do it now had shame coursing through me.

He smiled as he reached forward and brushed a lock of hair from my face. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. I'll be right beside you."

There's something terrifying about ending up in a hospital in a strange town. Combine that with the fact that I was pretty much alone, and it would have been easy for me to lose what little control I had. Only, keeping to his word, Bobby stayed with me the entire time. Apparently, he had some sort of special privileges at this hospital, which gave him the ability to go places within the building normal people, who weren't patients, wouldn't have been allowed. As I moved from the ER through various parts of the hospital for testing, he stayed by my side, explaining everything that was happening and doing his best to keep me settled.

Several hours and multiple tests later, I was deemed well enough to leave so long as I was released into Bobby's care. He pushed my wheelchair into the lobby where Lester was waiting for us. Lester smiled when he saw me, then crouched next to the chair. "There you are, cutie. Don't scare us like that again." He was smiling when he said the words, but I noted how the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Wait? His eyes…were…green?

I felt the frown develop even as I struggled understand what I was seeing. I would have sworn his eyes were blue earlier.

His brow knit as he glanced from me to Bobby and back. "What's the frown about?"

"Your eyes are green?" I questioned.

His grin returned. "Yes, they are. Thank you for noticing."

"But?"

Bobby placed a hand on my shoulder. "What is it, Sienna?"

"When I first looked at them earlier to today, I would have sworn his eyes were blue."

"Concussions do strange things to the brain," Bobby said. "One time, one of our guys ended up with a concussion and saw everything in black and white for a week."

"I remember that," Lester said, pulling my attention back to him. "He said he felt as if he was living inside an old black and white movie." He looked at me. "If I remember correctly, I think he passed out much like you did earlier. Scared the hell out of us then too."

A lump began to form in my throat as I stared at him, drinking in the depths of his emerald gaze. How in the hell could I have mistaken those gorgeous eyes for blue? And what else had I mistaken in my earlier haze? Was the shock I felt with Lester and Bobby all just some illusion caused by my injury?

"I'm sorry," I whispered and lowered my gaze to the tile floor. Not only was I seriously confused and second guessing myself, but I could feel the guilt building for worrying both these men with my need to pretend nothing was wrong.

Still, we'd only met this morning, so why did they both appear so upset by my injuries? Why did they seem to care so much? More importantly, why did I now have this overwhelming desire to make these two men happy?

"Hey." Lester reached out and curled a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "No feeling guilty okay? You couldn't help being injured."

The lump in my throat was preventing any sound from escaping, so I nodded instead.

He held my gaze again for only a moment before he cut his eyes to Bobby. "She okay?"

"She will be," Bobby replied. "Tests didn't reveal anything more than the original concussion. No significant swelling or any bleeding on the brain. Though she was really dehydrated and is suffering from exhaustion, which they believe caused the drop in her blood pressure. Plus, Doctor Kline said she's a bit lightweight. Apparently, meals haven't been a high priority as of late, for a certain sexy author."

The look of worry returned to Lester's face as he shifted his attention back to me. "You haven't been eating?"

I shrugged as I glanced between them. "It's been a shit year and when I'm stressed, I have a habit of skipping meals. Maybe I've skipped more than I probably should have."

"And sleeping?" Lester pressed.

I shook my head.

"Well," Bobby began again. "Combined all of that with a concussion and you were ripe for a sinkable episode."

"How bad is the concussion?" Lester asked.

Bobby frowned as he looked at me. "Doctor Kline said it's moderate, so she's going to need quiet, rest, and monitoring for several days."

I watched as he held Bobby's gaze and once again, a silent communication passed between them, before Lester patted my hand and stood. "Let's get you back to Haywood."

Bobby pushed my wheelchair up to the black Escalade and opened the back door. Lester climbed inside, then turned to face us. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted and placed into the back seat with him. He moved me into the center seat and buckled me in, before securing his own seatbelt while Bobby closed the door. A moment later, Bobby climbed behind the wheel and Lester tossed him the keys.

As Bobby put the vehicle in gear and pulled away from the curb, Lester wrapped an arm around me so that my head rested against him. I felt his lips press against the top of my head and turned to look up at him. "You scared the shit out of us, Sienna."

The conviction with which his words were spoken had the lump in my throat returning enforce. I'm not sure when the last time was that someone cared about what happened to me. Oh sure, after Aaron died, plenty of our friends would stop by and call to check on me, but as the weeks passed their concern waned until I realized that despite what they all said, I was, in fact, alone.

"I-um…I didn't mean to," I finally managed to reply.

He smiled. "I know." Then he pulled me against him without another word.

So much had happened in the last eight hours and my injury addled brain was struggling to keep up. It was bad enough that I found myself relying on near strangers to help me after being injured, but the mixed signals from these two strong and sexy men was only adding to my confusion.

They both appeared to be flirting with me and were more concerned than simple strangers should be. Yet, I'd caught the way Bobby had placed a hand on Lester's back when I'd told them I was a widow. I'd also witnessed the silent communication that took place between them which spoke of an intimacy beyond that of just friends. If they were a couple, then why in the world were they so interested in me?

We arrived back to Haywood in what felt like no time and as Lester and Bobby unloaded me from the SUV, I spotted Stephanie standing near the building entrance. "How is she?" she asked Bobby.

"Moderate concussion. She's going to need quiet and plenty of rest for the next week at least," he replied. "The ankle is probably going to hang her up for a few weeks though. Depending on how well it heals she may need some physical therapy, too."

She nodded and her expression turned sad. "I feel horrible about this."

"Why?" I asked as we approached. "We all told you before that this wasn't your fault."

"Yeah, but I'm a catastrophe magnet," she replied. "Just ask the guys."

I glanced up at Lester and back at Bobby. Both nodded. "Beautiful's right," Lester said. "She is."

"So?" I asked. "What if she is? This still isn't her fault."

"Maybe not, but I've still pulled an innocent into another one of my disasters," Stephanie said.

I reached out to take her hand in mine. "Stop feeling guilty. Everything happens for a reason. While we might not know what that reason is right now, it will make sense someday."

"That's very profound," Bobby said.

I gave him a small smile. "With how shitty my life has been this past year, I needed something to help keep me going. So…" I shrugged.

"Well…everything is ready just as you requested," Steph said to Bobby.

The four of us made our way inside and into the elevator, which we rode to the fourth floor. Bobby wheeled me out into the hallway as Les moved to an apartment door and typed in a code. When it unlocked, he then stepped in to hold it open for us.

Once inside the apartment, my eyes widened as I took in the room. Obviously occupied, the apartment was filled with furniture, pictures on the walls, a large screen television and bric-a-brac. I turned my attention back to Bobby. "I thought Ranger said he had an empty unit I could stay in?"

Bobby nodded. "He did, but that was before you passed out on us. I'm not comfortable with you being left alone for a couple of days, so Lester and I agreed that you're going to stay with us."

Stay with us.

Those three words confirmed my suspicions. Bobby and Lester were a couple.

"But you said you didn't want me sleeping on a couch," I tried to protest.

"And you won't be," Lester said. "While you were at St. Francis with Bobby, a couple of the guys helped me rearrange our home office to include a bed." He motioned to an alcove, which probably should have been a dining area, but looked as if it was being used as an office. Only now, there was a bed now tucked in next to a desk and chair. "It might be a little tight, and it's not exactly private, but it's only temporary. If you're really worried about privacy, we can put up a temporary curtain."

"I can't infiltrate on your space."

"You can and you will," Bobby said. "No argument. You're staying until you're better. Then we'll help you find a proper apartment, so you won't have to sleep on your friend's futon anymore."

Three hours later I was propped up in the bed, foot elevated and belly full of a wonderful stew provided by their on-site cook and housekeeper named Ella. After hearing Bobby's account of my recent lack of nutrition, Lester stayed with me, making sure I ate every last bite, including the fresh warm bread.

I was already struggling to keep from being bored when Bobby walked in with Jenny. She murmured a thank you to him as he turned and stepped away to give us some privacy.

For a moment, she stood in the doorway and stared at me. "A concussion and a broken ankle." She shook her head. "You really did a number on yourself."

I shifted and immediately winced at the movement. As the day wore on, everything had begun to hurt. "Yeah, well…you know what they say about no good deed goes unpunished," I replied, then noticed the wheeled suitcase next to her. "I take it someone called and talked you into bringing over my clothes and toiletries?"

She situated the suitcase and my laptop bag against the wall, then pulled out the desk chair and sat. "Stephanie called me. Apparently, you've really made an impression with her and her fiancé." She angled a thumb toward the other room. "And those two men." Then she fanned her face with her hand. "Holy hell, Sienna," she whispered as she eased onto the edge of the bed.

"I know, right?" I smirked. "I feel like I'm caught inside one of my own story lines. Only, in this case the woman doesn't get to fall in love with the guy or guys."

"Why not? They're gorgeous and they both seemed to be overly protective of you already."

"They might be gorgeous, but they're also gay. The two of them are in a relationship."

Jenny laughed. "Tell me you haven't written a female into a situation with two gay guys."

I shook my head. "Nope. Never have. Though I did have a fellow author friend who did. It was a great story." I sighed. "But that's all it was, a story. Real life doesn't work that way."

Jenny glanced over her shoulder toward the two men currently stretched out on their couch playing some racing game on X-box. "Oh, I don't know. Sometimes, real life can be stranger than fiction."

In real life I'm actually the complete opposite of Sienna. I comfort eat when I'm stressed (insert eye roll here...lol).