Chapter Sixteen
Walker
“How the hell are you feeling?” I asked.
Dave sounded a little tired, but otherwise okay, when he laughed. The sound carried through the phone line with a hitch of static in the middle. “I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse.”
Emotion tightened in my throat. I didn’t like contemplating the reality that Dave could have easily died that night. It had been a full two weeks since the wedding, and I’d yet to shake the unsettled feeling his heart attack had left behind for me.
“You have certainly been worse, and I’m so damn glad you survived. Seriously, though, you doing okay?” I pressed.
“Oh yeah. I really am. Don’t get me wrong, that scared the s**t out of me. I sure as hell never expected to have a heart attack on my wedding night, and that’s not even conside
