Drama in the Church Saga by Dynah Zale

someone cooking in the kitchen. Elise attempted to swing her legs off the side of the bed, but a surge of pain shot up her leg. She grabbed her leg, hoping to stop the burning sensation.
    She looked up and the stranger from the park was watching her. He stood in the doorway holding a bowl. He wore a Dajuan Wagner basketball jersey with a pair of black, oversized basketball shorts. His muscular, tattooed arms exposed the fact that he worked out daily.
    â€œGood morning. Are you hungry?” he asked. Elise watched the words slide off his lips. His lips invited her to come closer. For a split second she wondered what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against her lips, neck, and breasts.
    â€œDo you remember what happened yesterday?” he asked.
    The last thing she remembered was being in the hospital and being poked with a needle.
    â€œYou may still be a little incoherent from yesterday. The hospital gave you a sedative. They said you were pretty upset about getting a needle.” He flashed a devilish smile that looked like Denzel Washington’s.
    The throbbing pain from her leg was becoming a little too much for her to bear. The stranger noticed her holding her leg. “Your prescription pain pills are sitting on the nightstand next to you.”
    She turned and grabbed the bottle of pills. “Thanks,” she replied.
    â€œI’m making breakfast. Would you like something to eat?”
    She glanced over at the clock sitting on the nightstand. “Oh my goodness! It’s eight o’clock in the morning? I spent the night here?” Elise thought about how worried Miles would be. “I have got to get out of here!” She jumped off the bed and the immediate pressure she applied to her leg caused her to stumble. Sheridan ran over to catch her before she fell to the floor. They looked into each other eyes and the attraction between them multiplied by ten. Elise pulled away from him.
    â€œWhere’s my cell phone? I can’t believe my phone didn’t ring all night.”
    â€œMa’am, you didn’t have a cell phone on you,” Sheridan informed her.
    â€œI must have left it in my car. You kept me here all night? I don’t even know you. Did you ever think I could be married? What am I going to tell my husband? He has probably called the police and reported me missing.” Elise yelled a series of questions at him. She pushed his hand away from her and leaned against the wall to regain her balance.
    â€œI’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you any problems. When I took you to the hospital, they assumed I was your husband. You didn’t have any identification on you or a cell phone, so I had no choice but to bring you to my house. The sedative they gave you put you in a deep sleep. I couldn’t ask you where you lived.” Sheridan’s voice got higher and higher. He tried to defend his actions to her.
    Elise felt bad for lashing out at him the way she did. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. You don’t know my husband. If I’m ten minutes late coming back from the supermarket, he gets worried. Can you take me back to my car?”
    He walked out of the room upset by her accusations . How dare she get mad at me for helping her out? I could have left her at the hospital and they would have labeled her a Jane Doe. I messed up my plans trying to be a Good Samaritan. He grabbed his keys from the key holder hanging by the front door. He looked at her, rolled his eyes, and walked out, leaving the front door wide open. She followed behind him, limping.
    Sheridan hated for a woman to be upset with him. Although he knew that he had done no wrong, he didn’t want her to leave upset. “I really didn’t expect for you to sleep through the night. I thought you were going to wake up in an hour or two and go home. Is everything going to be all right at home?” he asked.
    â€œEverything will be fine,” she