>**Chapter Nine**
**Kincaid**
I could hear Amy and Ben talking, but their words were a blur as I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I didn’t pay much attention to the room I was in or the nauseous feeling in my stomach. All I needed to know was that she survived, and that she was safe. Why I had this obsessive desire to be near her still eluded me, and the need became more demanding.
When I finally managed to stay awake it was early in the morning. I couldn’t tell what day it was, only that I was in someone’s cabin. The yellow flower curtains were pulled open, and a breakfast tray was waiting at the side of my bed. It seemed like the perfect little getaway in the middle of nowhere.
“I probably lost my internship.” Amy’s voice glided through the air and woke me up like a shot of adrenalin.
She was standing in the doorway, sporting a heavily bandaged upper arm and shoulder. Her tight black top stretched perfectly over her perky breasts and toned stomach, while her jeans clung so smoothly around her legs I could see her thigh muscles twitching.