The phone call had been a bolt from the blue. Brandon had still been wallowing in self-pity, replaying the events of the past few weeks in his mind, when his phone rang. He had been reluctant to answer it until he thought that it might be his grandmother. Instead, it was a nurse from the hospital. Lyse had woken up. And she was asking for him.
A surge of disbelief, followed by an overwhelming sense of hope, flooded through him. He had not spoken to Lyse since that disastrous dinner at her parents house, he had tried to reach her but she had constantly rebuffed him.
The guilt had eaten at him, a constant reminder of his betrayal. He had realized much too late that he loved her, he had been blinded by lust and his stupidity. He had resigned himself to the fact that he had lost her forever.
