When Dana regained consciousness, she was on a comfortable mattress, covered by a down duvet and gazing at Beau as he sat on the bed beside her, leaning against the headboard.

"Welcome back," he told her, his beloved voice soft and caressing. "How are you feeling?"

Dana stretched tentatively, then more fully as she realized that every part of her was in working order. "Wow. I feel great. How about you?" She leaned up to touch the small pink scar on his chest. "All ...