A few minutes earlier, Atlas Steele stepped into the luxurious private hospital, a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. He hated the smell of flowers almost as much as he hated hospitals. But he had no choice. Tony Langford had insisted.“Bring something nice,” the old lawyer had said. “First impressions matter.”“Yeah, well, she better impress me too,” he had replied. Atlas tugged on the collar of his shirt and approached the front desk. A young nurse looked up, still holding a telephone. But as soon as she saw him, she lowered it, her cheeks immediately flushing pink.“Good afternoon,” she said breathlessly. “How can I help you today?”“I’m here to see Miss Harrington,” he replied, voice deep and clipped. “I believe she was involved in an accident and brought in today.” “Oh, right.” The nurse paused, staring at the computer. “Are you guys…married?” He raised a brow, but replied, “Not yet.” She looked like he wanted to ask another question, and he looked like he would rather not
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