He was so happy. Sheridan was going to be ok! Despite Roger and Pierre's attempt to have her die underground, she had come back to him. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her at Midnight Mass last night. He wanted to take her home immediately, hold her in his arms, and never let her go. And he would have—if Eve hadn't said that she needed to stay in the hospital a little longer to make sure that she was ok. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that Eve was right. She had died, and he had died with her. Now that she was back, he knew that he would give anything to protect her. He loved her and needed her in his life.
A few weeks passed. Eve was finally going to allow Sheridan to go home, even though she was told to take it easy. Luis was ecstatic, but he knew that he wouldn't be satisfied until he could fall asleep with Sheridan in his arms. He glanced in the window and saw that Sheridan was awake. Smiling, he walked in the room.
"Luis!" Sheridan cried, breaking out in a huge smile. "What's up?"
"Well, I just talked to Eve, and she told me that you could go home today."
Sheridan was thrilled. "Really?" she asked excitedly.
Luis couldn't help but return the grin. "Really. So get ready to go home. I'll be back after I check with Eve to make sure that there isn't anything else that I need to know or get. I'll check you out too, sweetie."
"Thanks, honey," Sheridan said.
Luis leaned down and gave her a long, soulful kiss. "I love you so much."
"Mmmmm. I love you too. Now go check me out so I can go home with the man I love!"
"Sounds good to me. See you soon, sweetheart."
"Bye." Sheridan grinned. In just a few minutes she would be going home with the man of her dreams! She couldn't wait.
10 minutes later, Luis walked back in the room. "Ready to go, baby?"
"Am I ever! Let's go!" Sheridan told him. Luis helped her into the wheelchair and quickly wheeled her out of the hospital and out to his car.
Sheridan was so happy to be out of the hospital that she barely even thought about the route that Luis was taking. After about 15 minutes she began to wonder what was going on. Why weren't they home yet?
"Luis, where are we going? Shouldn't we be to the cottage by now?"
"Well, baby, I thought that we would go for a trip into the mountains. I mean, your life has been so crazy these past few weeks. First us driving each other crazy when I was your bodyguard—plus Roger and Pierre trying to kill you. Then, Hank tried to kill you, and you almost died. Besides, I think we need some alone time—don't you?"
He sounded so weird when he talked about Hank trying to kill her. She knew that he felt responsible for that, but it wasn't his fault. "Oh, Luis, it wasn't your fault. Hal made you go with him. Besides, if Hank hadn't 'killed' me, Roger and Pierre would still be trying to kill me! I love you so much, and I know you feel the same way."
"Of course I love you, baby. Now get some rest. We'll be there soon."
Luis groaned. He had a splitting headache. He tried to rub his head, but his hands wouldn't move. They were tied behind his back—and his mouth was gagged. Where the hell was he?