He could almost see Karina rolling her eyes when he read her reply.

Barlow chuckled again.

“All right, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."

He tossed his phone aside, leaned back against the pillows, and slowly closed his eyes.

Somehow, his wound didn't feel as painful as it had before he texted Karina.

The next day, as Rosalynn woke up, she found Barlow was already awake.

"Good morning. You're up early."

Propped against the headboard, Barlow turned to her and replied, “Not by choice. Your snoring roused me."

Rosalynn was lost for words.

Wait a minute!

She snored?

Brian had never brought this up.

Spotting the mischief in Barlow's gaze, Rosalynn realized he was pulling her leg.

“Enough with the jokes!"

Barlow let out a chuckle.

“Are you grilling me again? Remember, I saved your life."

Rosalynn glanced at his bandaged arm, forced a smile, and responded, "I apologize. I'll keep my complaints to myself. Does that work?"

Barlow found her formal tone amusing.

“Knock it off. Your smile is unsettling. Just be yourself."

The contrived grin on Rosalynn's face faded. She began pondering the day's agenda.

“I'LL arrange a caregiver for you. I've got work to attend to.”

“No need. Go to work. Karina will come by later to look after me."