Davis snorts softly. “What about your father?” “What about him?” I ask casually, even as regret curdles my stomach. Because Stede, a by-the-book, old school cowboy, will be furious. “That’s enough,” Wyatt barks at Davis. “She doesn’t need this right now.” At the hard, protective tone in his voice, warmth spreads through me. A knock rattles the hospital room door. “Hey,” Reese says, her eyes filling the instant she sees me. “Can we say hi?” Wyatt looks unhappy, but he nods and lets loose of my hand.
