Danica Winters - Wild Montana

She blinked for a few moments, as if trying to make sense of her world. “What are you doing here, Trav?”

Travis stepped closer to her and took her other hand. “I heard you were in an accident.”

He suddenly felt out of place as Alexis said her ex-husband’s pet name. Maybe he’d misread the entire situation. Maybe she didn’t hate Travis like he’d assumed. He let go. He was the interloper here, not Travis.

“But why are you here?” She moved her hand out of Travis’s. Casper hoped she would reach over for him, but she remained still. “You and I are done. You made that abundantly clear.”

“We may be divorced, Lex, but that doesn’t mean that I can just stop worrying about you.”

She pushed the button that moved the bed up. “Actually, Travis, that’s exactly what a divorce means. If that’s not what you wanted, then maybe you should have treated me like your wife instead of just someone you could use and throw away.”

Casper cleared his throat, his discomfort rising. He shouldn’t have come here and inserted himself into whatever domestic situation they had going on. “Hey, Lex, I’ll see you later.”

“No,” she said, her voice strong. “You stay here. Travis, it’s you who needs to go.”

“Are you kidding me?” Travis spat. “You are going to let this son of a—”

Alexis stopped him with a wave of her hand. “Just go.”

Travis looked at her and started to open his mouth to say something, but must have thought better of it. He turned to Casper. “You think she’s great now, but let me tell you a little something about Alexis Finch. She only cares about two things—the park and how she fits into it. She doesn’t care about anyone or anything else. If you think you are going to change her or if you got some notion that you are going to be someone she gives two shakes about...” He snorted. “You got another thing coming.” He turned and stalked out of the ER, rattling the curtain rings as he bulled through them.

Casper stood in silence, staring at the curtain. He had no idea what to say. Divorce was never pretty—especially when it came to navigating the waters of a new relationship. Not that they had a relationship, but things could get a bit hinky when it came to seeing an ex with someone else.

“I’m sorry about that,” Lex said. She tried to move her head, but it was still in the confines of a brace and as she moved, she winced.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, the tired edge returning to her voice.

“I’m serious, I can go, Lex. I don’t want to...interfere.”

Her lips turned into a thin smile. “You made a promise. You said you would stay by my side, remember?”

He moved closer to her bed. He thought about reaching down and taking her hand, but now that Travis had been there somehow it didn’t seem right.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I feel like I was in a fight... Who won, me or the truck?” Her lips curled into a playful half smile.

There was a knock on the door and the doctor pushed back the curtain. He had a black tablet hugged to his white lab coat.

“Mrs. Finch?” he asked.

“Miss,” she answered.

“Right, Ms. Finch, I’m Dr. Tag, the neurologist here at Kalispell Regional. I just got off the phone with your brother, Dr. Paul Finch. He was very concerned about your well-being.”

She cringed at the sound of her brother’s name. “I’m sorry, Doctor, he can be a bit...overwhelming sometimes.”

Dr. Tag didn’t smile or nod, rather, he remained unflappable, making Casper wonder if that was exactly what had drawn the man to medicine.

“It was no problem, Ms. Finch, but you should call him back when you get the chance. I think he wishes to speak to you regarding your accident now that you’re awake.”

She nodded but looked down at her hands.

“As for the results of your CAT scan, you are experiencing a slight bit of swelling, consistent with a mild concussion.”

“What does that mean, Doc?” Casper asked, trying to mimic the man’s cool demeanor.

“It means that for the time being, I’d like to have you stay here and be monitored for any residual effects. However, I think it would be safe to send you home tomorrow. You will just need to rest and everything should sort itself out.” He tapped on his tablet like he was noting something in her chart. “You are a lucky woman. A TBI, or a traumatic brain injury, can have a number of long-term effects, but from what I’m seeing on your scans, you should be okay.”

Casper let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. In a day that had been filled with nothing but death, despair, accidents and blood...something was finally going right.

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