A Knight for Nurse Hart by Laura Iding

and mushrooms.
    She smoothed a hand over her badly wrinkled scrubs, feeling awkward as Caleb cooked for her. “Are you sure you don’t need help with anything?”
    â€œI’m sure. Why don’t you sit down at the table? The coffee should be ready in a minute.” After a few minutes he pulled plates out of the cupboard, slid two fluffy omelets onto them and carried them over to the table.
    For long moments they ate in silence. When the coffee was ready, he poured them each a mug, laced hers with the vanilla-flavored creamer and brought them to the table.
    â€œThanks,” she said, accepting the cup. “I guess I should apologize for falling asleep on you.”
    â€œNo, you shouldn’t.” His tone was tense, but his gazewas uncertain as he glanced at her. “I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to sleep here.”
    She glanced away, hating the awkwardness that loomed between them.
    â€œBesides, did you really think Grizz was going to let you leave without a fight?” Caleb asked lightly. “He was in doggy heaven, sleeping on the sofa beside you.”
    A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, especially when Grizzly’s head perked up at his name. “I didn’t mind. He was wonderful company.”
    Caleb took a sip of his coffee, eyeing her over the rim. “You honestly haven’t told anyone else? Not even your brothers?”
    Her smile faded. She shook her head. “Especially not my brothers.”
    Caleb frowned. “Elana?”
    â€œNo. She and Brock have been so happy, planning the nursery for the new baby, that I couldn’t find a way to tell her.” She forced herself to meet his gaze. “I’ve been too embarrassed. Too ashamed to tell anyone.”
    â€œYou have nothing to be ashamed of, Raine,” he said with a frown.
    Too bad she didn’t really believe him. “I’ve been seeing a counselor and talking to her has helped,” she said instead.
    He nodded encouragingly. “That’s good.”
    She set her fork down, not really in the mood to talk about this any more. “Thanks for breakfast, Caleb, but I really should get going.”
    Caleb didn’t pick up on her hint. “Do the police have any leads on this guy?”
    â€œNot that I know of,” she admitted.
    â€œThey must have something to go on,” he pressed. “Surely you remember some of the men who were there that night.”
    Her stomach cramped and she put a hand over it, as the nausea returned. Like it always did when she thought about how she’d acted that night at Jamie’s bachelorette party, dancing and flirting with the various players and fans of the rugby team who had come in to celebrate their win, buying rounds of drinks for their group.
    One of whom could have drugged her. Assaulted her.
    Had he fathered a child, too?

CHAPTER EIGHT
    â€œR AINE ?” She glanced up when Caleb called her name, staring at him blankly when he leaned forward, his gaze full of concern. “You’re awfully pale. Are you all right?”
    â€œFine,” she forced herself to answer, willing the nausea away. Telling Caleb the truth had felt good last night, but now she was beginning to regret giving in. Why did he feel the need to keep talking about what had happened? There was no reason to keep harping on it. She wasn’t ready to give him every excruciating detail.
    As Helen had said, talking about it didn’t change what had happened.
    And if he knew everything, he’d realize he might have been right to accuse her of wanting other men. Hadn’t she attended the bachelorette party that night, flirting like crazy, in an effort to prove she was over Caleb?
    Grizz came over to lick her fingers, as if he could sense her distress, and she stroked his silky ebony fur, trying to summon a smile. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather not talk about that night. It’s been really hard, but I’m