As a trauma surgeon, I knew precisely how much an twelve-hour shift in the theater drained the marrow from your bones."Go on up," Tyler said, his gaze lingering on me from the driver's seat of his Porsche. "I’m staying until I see your lights go on."He’d intended this weekend at the springs to be a battery recharge for tomorrow’s heavy surgical load, but the chaos with Talia had left him looking frayed. If I hadn't been so spent myself, I might have let him follow me up to my door."Goodnight, Tyler," I said with a tired smile, waving as I ducked into the lobby.Once inside the Mercer apartment, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass and waved again. Tyler pointed to his phone, signaling for a 'goodnight' text, before finally pulling away.The second his taillights vanished, my cheerful mask hit the floor like a lead weight. My chest felt tight—not from the surgery, but from the memory of Jane Yoris sliding into Cole’s SUV. I’d played the part of the busy, sought-after doctor for the
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