Strangers.
And they're all staring at me.
Concern fills every face in the room.
An older man with kind eyes.
A younger dark-haired man whose arms are folded across his chest.
A pretty blonde woman in a white coat.
Another woman holding what looks suspiciously like a mug of tea.
But I look past every single one of them.
To the only face that matters.
Graham.
He's standing near the doorway like he's afraid to come any closer.
His shoulders are tense.
His jaw tight.
Those beautiful forest green eyes are filled with so much worry it steals my breath.
The dream comes crashing back.
The Bear.
The fox.
The bite.
Our date.
The sex we shared.
The fight.
The lake.
I stare at him.
“It was real, wasn't it?”
My voice barely rises above a whisper.
“You're the Bear?”
No one answers immediately.
The woman in the white coat steps toward the bed. She offers me a gentle smile.
“Miss Stevens, you've had quite a shock.”
“I'm fine.”