FlashbackMy eye were heavy, like they’d been through a brawl with life overnight. I let out a slow breath through my nose and blinked, sluggishly.This ceiling wasn’t ours. The walls were too pristine, the curtains too luxurious, and the scent in the air... far too expensive to be a simple room spray. Wood, masculine, and some cologne that honestly should’ve been illegal.I turned my head, careful.The blanket was soft like it had been spun by angels. The sheets were silk-smooth. The air conditioning was perfect, not too cold, not too warm. But my wrist—“Oh, shit.”A clear tube poked from the back of my hand, hooked up to an IV pole beside the bed. The fluid dripped at an annoyingly lazy rhythm, like it knew I hated it.I glanced toward the window.Ocean.Still the ocean.The waves rocked gently, like they were trying to lull me back to sleep. But I wasn’t fooled. This wasn’t a guest suite. This wasn’t even the medical bay, like I’d assumed.There was a black grand piano in the corn
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