14
“Hannah,” someone called me. Heavy fog surrounded me, and I didn’t feel like escaping it. “Hannah.” Something touched my shoulder and shook me.
The fog dissipated and I opened my eyes. “Eric.” Panic rose in me. He was here. I looked around. In my room. How the hell was I in my room? “What are you doing here?”
He frowned. “I told I would come pick you up for dinner.”
I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand. Crap, it was past six, which meant I had fallen asleep in my car, and Leo had brought me to my bed and left. So, Eric probably didn’t see him. The panic was replaced by something that resembled yearning.
Eric touched my arm. “What happened?”
“What?” I followed his gaze down my arm and saw the splint around my hand. I had already forgotten about that. “Oh … an accident here a
