MasukAnna sank lower into the water, watching as Jason actually tugged off his tie, his eyes fixed on her the entire time."Shouldn't you still be at work? Or reading some textbook? Studying patient charts?"Anna gave him a sidelong look. "You're one to talk. Shouldn't you still be at that boring meeting of yours, playing golf, trading germs and pretending you're curing the world instead of bleeding it dry?"She could've sworn she saw the corner of his lips twitch. But then he pressed his lips together, clearing his throat right after as though he hadn't just almost cracked a smile."Someone sounds salty." He crouched beside the edge of the pool, tilting his head.Why was he not leaving?Anna pulled her lip between her teeth. She wasn't sure whether the heat in her cheeks was because of him or from being out in the sun for too long."This." He nodded toward her in the pool. "Gives me hope for the workaholic in you."Anna frowned. "I'm not a workaholic.""Sure you are." He threw the tie in
Anna stared up at Jason Knight, stupefied by the words she'd heard, unable to stop the heat rising to her cheeks. Her eyes traced the contour of his lips, following the slight lift at one corner.When had Jason started teasing her so casually again?"You seem distracted.""Mm." Anna's gaze lifted to meet his eyes. His dropped briefly to her lips and back up so quickly she thought she'd imagined it."Something on my lips?"Anna blinked. Oh Lord.That was when she noticed how close they were standing. She took a quick step back, her face practically on fire."I wasn't looking at your lips."The corner of Jason's mouth lifted higher. "I didn't say you were, did I?"Why was he coming closer?"I was just... just astounded that you'd think I'd want to have a private moment with you." She was rambling. She needed to keep her mouth shut or she'd be digging a bigger grave for herself."Astounded?" Jason chuckled, leaning in. His eyes gleamed with mischief. "Your face says otherwise right now."
Anna barely made it past the doorway before Jason caught up with her. His hand closed around her wrist, stopping her so abruptly she almost stumbled.“What are you doing?" She wriggled her wrist, trying to break free. "Let me go, Jason.”“Let them be.”Anna stared at him. “What?”He released her wrist but stepped in front of her before she could continue toward the courtyard. “Let them be.”Outside, Leah had already made it halfway across the courtyard with Gideon right behind her.“Lee, please.”“Don't.”“Just stop for a second.”“I said don't, Gideon.”Anna's heart broke at the sight. How had they gotten to this? She stepped forward without realizing, her eyes fixed on them."I should—"Jason moved, blocking her path. "No."Anna glared at him. “Excuse you?”Jason nodded toward the courtyard. “Let them hash it out themselves.”“But Leah wants space and I betrayed her trust. I need to—"“If you get in between them right now, your supposed betrayal becomes the thing they talk about ins
Anna sat cross-legged on the quilt, staring out into the night, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She reached for another tissue from the box beside her and wiped beneath her nose, sniffing as she did.She'd changed out of the loose shirt and shorts she'd worn earlier, trading them for a thin, soft camisole and loose pajama trousers. Since she'd made her way to her room, she'd been resisting the urge to text Leah. To ask how she really was. She'd had to keep reminding herself to be patient. But tomorrow suddenly felt too far away.Tears clung to her lashes, her cheeks still wet. Just as she dropped the tissue onto the small pile of crumpled tissues beside her, a soft knock came at her door. She glanced toward the door, her brows furrowing.The knock came again, soft and hesitant in its rhythm.Elena?Once she'd convinced Gideon to go home and come back tomorrow afternoon, she'd headed upstairs immediately. She was probably here to ask what was really going on. Turning away,
Handsome,This is probably the last time I'd get to call you that. I couldn't text or call you to say this, so I'm writing it instead.I'm sorry.I know you probably won't understand why I'm doing this. I don't fully understand it myself.The past months has been harder than I've let you see. I thought I was getting better. I thought if I went back to normal, kept busy, smiled and laughed when I was supposed to, eventually everything would stop hurting. But it hasn't. And lately, I've started feeling like I'm standing beside my own life instead of actually living it.You keep telling me that we're okay. That losing our baby didn't change us. That what the doctors said doesn't change the future we imagined.I want to believe you. I really do.But every time you talk about our future, I find myself wondering whether I'm enough to be part of it anymore. I hate that I've started thinking that way. I hate even more that I haven't known how to tell you.You have been patient with me. You ha
WE MADE THAT?Anna scoffed for the umpteenth time as she stitched the deep laceration across the shoulder of the man who'd been brought into the ER earlier that morning.Why had she gotten so affected by that? Why had she been stupid enough to give that buccaneer of a man any encouragement?Her eyes narrowed at the memory.Knightmare☺️: It is. Still can't believe we made that.She'd stared at the message for another good thirty seconds before finally typing:Anna: My next doctor appointment is in two weeks.She'd hesitated, biting down on her lip as she debated whether to send the next message.Anna: ...you can come, if you want to.The response had come so quickly, she'd barely had time to regret sending it.Knightmare☺️: Sure. Day and time?Anna groaned low in her throat again. THAT had been her mistake. She'd thought she was simply giving him an opportunity to be present for his child. Instead, apparently, she'd handed Jason Knight an open invitation to become a full-time pregnancy
Anna had woken up hours later near the door, curled into herself, cold and shivering. The sun was beginning its descent through the window of her sitting room, painting the sky with its orange hued light. The skin around her eyes and cheeks felt tight, dry and scratchy.Usually, she would sit by
Anna's lips parted instinctively, brushing against the edge of Jason's touch. His lips brushed against his own finger still pressed to her mouth, a deliberate act of control. The contact was maddening. Her breath trembled against his finger, warm and pleading, their exhales mingling, close but n
Anna couldn't see a thing. It was pitch black even with her eyes open. She tried to focus on placing one foot carefully before the other, not on the warm, steady hands guiding her or the heat at her back. Jason had led her to the living room after cooking—turned on the television, handed her a bo
The warmth drained from Jason's voice so fast it left Anna cold.Goosebumps broke out on her skin from the breeze. Or maybe it wasn't the breeze at all. The warm fuzziness, the flutters, all gone, replaced by ice. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them slowly, trying to summon warmth t







