MasukScarlett's POV He opened the door without putting me down.One hand on the handle, kicked it shut behind him, reached back and locked it, all while still carrying me, which apparently was easier than I thought, and then crossed the room and set me on the bed.He looked at me and I looked at him. His hands moved then, slow and deliberate, as he unbuttoned my blouse, one button then another. The blouse parted, revealing the lace of my bra, the swell of my breasts. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver again. His knuckles brushed against my stomach, and I arched into him, my back lifting off the bed. “Spence,” I breathed, and the name sounded different on my lips, softer, needier, like I was already halfway gone.His fingers traced the edge of my bra, his touch feather-light, and I ached, I wanted more. But he didn’t rush. His hands were steady, his movements deliberate, like he was memorizing me.“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough.I should have felt exposed, which I d
Scarlett's POV We put the file away together.The pages back in their sections, sections back in order, the folder closed and the case locked. Spencer carried it to the bedroom while I cleared the table. When he came back I was at the sink washing the cups from earlier and he leaned against the counter beside me the way he always did when we were winding down from something."Crane will move on Carter within the month," he said."He said at least a month." I said."He said not much longer than that," Spencer said. He picked up a dish towel and dried the cup I handed him. "I want to put someone in the hospital. Someone quiet, someone Walden has no connection to. Track where those questions are actually coming from.""Okay," I said. "Just make sure whoever it is stays away from Miles. If Walden picks up that someone is watching the board activity and connects it back to me it gives him something to use.""It won't come back to you," Spencer said. "That's the whole point."I handed him
Scarlett's POV The first thing I pulled out was the police report. It was three pages filed and closed within three hours of my car going into the river. The officer's name was on the front page, Detective Steven Maddox, and his supervisor's signature was on the last. I'd memorized both names in the first year and had looked them up, tracked their movement, understood who they were and why they'd done what they'd done. Spencer reached over and turned the report slightly so he could read it alongside me. He'd read it before, many times, but he always read it again. That was something I'd noticed early and never said out loud. "Maddox retired four years ago," I said. "He moved to Florida." "He's still there," Spencer said. "My contact confirmed last month." "He knows what he signed," I said. "He's been waiting for someone to come find him for ten years." "Maybe," Spencer said. "Or he's convinced himself it was just paperwork." "People convince themselves of a lot of things," I s
Scarlett's POV The Smith case took six hours.It was the kind of procedure that required complete focus and left no room for anything else, but because halfway through, the patient's blood pressure did something unexpected and I spent forty minutes managing that before I could continue. By the time I closed it was past three and my back was making its feelings known.Miles was waiting outside the scrub room with a sandwich in a paper bag."Lauren said you haven't eaten since this morning," he said, holding it out."Lauren seriously needs to stop tracking my meals." I said, taking the sandwich."You know that's her love language," he said. We walked toward the elevator, me eating, Miles giving me the afternoon's update, two cases he'd handled in pediatrics, a consult request that had come through for me that Lauren had fielded, the news that Dr. Walden had apparently spent forty minutes in the break room telling anyone who would listen about an alternative approach to the Smith case t
Scarlett's POV Miles was waiting at the coffee cart on the second floor when I came in.He had two cups already and handed me one without me asking, which meant Lauren had texted him that I was coming."You look like you actually slept," he said, falling into step beside me."I slept properly for the first time in weeks," I said. "It's a new apartment.""Spencer chose it?" He asked."Yeah, he did." I took a sip of the coffee.Miles was quiet for a moment. "So how was yesterday?" He asked finally. "The move, Nicholas coming, all of it.""The kids settled in immediately," I said. "Valeria already has plans for the garden which she hasn't told Aiden about." I paused. "Nicholas came at eleven, Aiden showed him every drawing in the pad and Nicholas sat through the whole thing.""That's a lot." Miles said."Yes," I said. "It is."We walked for awhile, the hospital moving around us, nurses changing shift, the usual noise of the hospital."Something else happened, didn't it?" Miles spoke.I
Scarlett's POV Spencer's hand was still at my waist.Neither of us moved immediately. The kitchen was quiet, except for the sound of Nicholas's voice upstairs with the kids.Spencer looked at me and I looked at him, then I stepped back from the counter. His hand dropped from my waist slowly, and I smoothed my shirt, looked at the half unpacked boxes on the counter, picked up a cup and put it in the cabinet because I needed to do something with my hands."Scarlett," Spencer said."I know." I said quickly."Do you?"I turned around. He was leaning against the counter watching me. "What do you want me to say?" I said."I don't want you to say anything really," he said. "I want you to say something real. Whatever that is." He paused. "That kiss was real and you know that, right?""Spencer...""I'm not asking you to define anything," he said. "I'm not asking you to make a decision right now or figure out what it means or where it goes. I'm just asking you to not walk it back in your head
Nicholas's POV I walked towards them before I could stop myself.Aiden saw me first and his face brighten instantly, He said something to Katrina and pointed directly at me.I watched her go still.She turned slowly and her eyes found mine across the cafeteria and whatever she saw in my face told
Scarlett's POV The Camden consultat took forty minutes.Forty minutes of standing in a cardiology room discussing a fifty-six-year-old man's mitral valve prolapse with three residents and a cardiologist who kept flattering. I answered every question, reviewed the imaging and gave my recommendatio
Scarlett's POV The elevator was empty.I pressed seven and stood with my back against the wall and looked at my hands which were shaking slightly. I pressed them flat against my thighs and breathed, his voice flashed through my mind and I pressed harder against my thighs and looked at the door and
Scarlett's POV Spencer was already in my kitchen when I came downstairs.This was not unusual. Spencer in my kitchen at 7 AM was as predictable as Aiden's hair losing whatever argument he'd started with it overnight. He had a key he'd never asked for and a drawer of things he'd never officially mo







