Free Wild Rekindled Love by Sandy Sullivan Page A

to my bike and grab my bag off the back? My stethoscope and stuff is in there.”
    “Sure,” she answered as Chase came back from the kitchen with the washcloth.
    “What’s wrong with her, Wyatt?” Bonnie asked from near Jamie’s feet.
    “I don’t know, Mrs. Wilder.” His gaze met Jamie’s mothers and the worried look in her eyes echoed the feelings going through him. Terror tried to grip his heart in an unyielding grasp, but he shook it off for Jamie’s sake.
    Abby returned a moment later with his bag and he set about trying to find out why Jamie had passed out. He checked her over as his mind and his heart did battle within. He systematically went over her from head to toe, checking her pupils, listening to her heart and lungs and whispered a silent ‘thank you’ when he heard the steady beat pounding in his ears.
    Several moments later, she finally moaned and began to stir. Her eyes flittered open and her unguarded emotions shone bright as she skimmed his face for a moment.
    “Wyatt?”
    “Yeah, baby.”
    “What happened?”
    “You passed out.”
    The emotions were masked again when she said, “That’s crazy. I never pass out.”
    “Well, you did.”
    “And Dad carried you in the house, Mom,” Samantha interjected.
    “He did?” She looked straight at him and his heart flip-flopped in his chest. “You did?”
    “Yeah.”
    Confusion rippled across her face. “Thanks.”
    “He checked you over too, Jamie,” Bonnie said, drawing Jamie’s gaze to her mother before it came back to him.
    “So, what’s the diagnosis, doc?” Jamie asked.
    “I have no idea, but you need to see your family doctor and have some tests run—blood tests, maybe a CAT scan.”
    She sat up quickly, forcing him to move back. “That’s ridiculous. I’m fine.”
    “Jamie, you aren’t fine if you passed out. It’s not normal.”
    “I…I just got lightheaded, that’s all. It was probably the heat.”
    “It’s not that hot out there.” He skimmed over her still pale face. “You need to be examined.”
    “Didn’t you just do that?”
    “Not as thoroughly as I would have liked.” Heat crawled up from his neck and splashed across his cheeks when he realized what his words sounded like. “What I meant was…
    “We know what you meant, Wyatt,” Chase growled from behind him.
    “Chase!” Abby reprimanded. “Even if you don’t like him, you can at least be civil.”
    “Believe me, sweetheart—I am being civil.”
    “Just knock it off, Chase. Even if you don’t like it, he will be connected to this family for the rest of our lives,” Jamie said.
    “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Chase countered.
    “Well, you don’t. He is Samantha’s father whether you like it or not and he has a right to take up that role if he so chooses.”
    “He gave up that right when he skipped town,” Chase added.
    “That isn’t for you to decide. I make that choice and so does Samantha.” Jamie stood up suddenly and moaned softly as her hand went to her head.
    “You need to sit down.” Wyatt grasped her hand, forcing her to sit back down on the couch.
    “Just stop, Wyatt. I have a migraine or something, that’s all.” She pulled her hand out of his and stiffened. “What do you care anyway?”
    “I care more than you know,” he whispered before he said louder, “Are you prone to migraines?”
    “No.”
    “Then why do you think it’s a migraine?”
    “I’ve heard about the symptoms. The blurred vision, light sensitivity—I’m sure you know them as well, if not better than I do.”
    “Those describe several different kinds of problems, not just migraines. Is your vision blurred?”
    Damn it! Why is she being so stubborn?
    “A little,” she murmured and rubbed her temples.
    “Where does your head hurt?”
    “Right behind my left eye.”
    He took his thumbs and pressed right under both of her eyes. “Does this hurt?”
    “Mmm…a little.”
    “How much is a little?”
    “Just a little…come