"Bitty Bean…" James held Catherine's hand.
His voice wasn't weak. It wasn't tired either. It sounded almost normal, like the same steady voice that had called her that nickname her entire life.
"Where's that young man?" he asked.
Catherine blinked. "What young man?"
Was he asking about Maximilian?
James squeezed her fingers lightly. "I had a dream during surgery… and it upset me."
Catherine's heart immediately began pounding.
A dream… about Maximilian?
"What kind of dream?" she asked carefully.
James frowned slightly, as if trying to piece it together.
"I was standing there," he said slowly. "Champagne in my hand… ready to give a toast at your wedding."
Catherine froze.
"And," James continued gravely, "I realized I didn't know the groom's name."
"Daddy!" Catherine burst out, releasing the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her shoulders slumped. "You called me in here for that?"
She stood up, pouting in full force. "I thought something serious happened!"
