LOGINWe step out into the corridor together, heading towards the room we’d seen him go into. “Hey,” I call as we spot Jake’s assistant leaving the room opposite. “Have you seen Jake?”She looks up, relief flickering across her face as if she’s glad it’s not another emergency.“Yeah,” she says. “He stepp
**Poppy’s POV **After the tree of death tried to kill me, we head back into the clinic for breakfast. Jake leaves to check on his patients, promising to catch up with us soon. I want to tell him no, that I need him with me, but that will only worry him and Leo. I feel fine; the chill I had last ni
His mouth twitches slightly, but he doesn’t quite smile.“Good,” he says.Good? I stare at him.“That’s not an answer.”“No,” he agrees. “It isn’t, but you also didn’t ask a question.”My hands clench at my sides, which is more Leo’s style than mine. I force them to relax.“Ronnie…”“When something
** Jake’s POV **That baby should have died. The thought swirls in my mind, no matter how many times I try to push it aside. I’ve seen enough births to know the difference between a close call and a miracle. That wasn’t a close call; it was impossible.I stand at the end of the bed, watching as the
“Poppy,” Jake’s voice calls, softer than before.I glance over at him. He’s watching me now.A flicker of unease slides through me.“Yeah?” I call back, forcing a small smile.His gaze narrows slightly, as if he’s trying to piece something together that doesn’t quite fit.“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Jake watches me closely.“I’m fine,” I insist, before he can say anything. I know he doesn’t fully believe me, but he doesn’t argue.We step out into the corridor together, and I hear a few voices drift in the distance. “Jake,” Leo says quietly beside me. “What’s going on?”Jake exhales slowly as
** Paige’s POV ** After breakfast, Callen heads upstairs to shower and Jaxon starts begging to use the big bath before school this afternoon. “Please, mummy, just a quick one,” he pleads. “Okay, but let me shower and get dressed first,” I smile, leaning over to ruffle his hair. “Yes! Did
“I believe you were about to ask your questions,” he says, his lips twitching, but it’s not quite a smile. I glance at Ryder, but he doesn’t move. His jaw is tight, and his eyes narrowed as if in silent conversation. Callen pushes off the wall with a sharp breath. “Remy…” “I’m not
I’m about to ask what’s wrong, but all words and reasonable thoughts leave me as Callen starts to move with a punishing rhythm. His hands pin mine to the mattress, fingers laced with mine like he needs the contact just as much as the friction. “You feel f*cking perfect,” he grits out. “You were
Callen’s tongue flicks against my clit, drawing a cry from my lips. My hips writhe as he sucks, teasing me with relentless skill. Ryder kisses me again, swallowing my sounds. He deepens the kiss as his hand slides down my body. When his fingers join Callen’s mouth, spreading me to expose me mor







