Mira Regret's Her Heartless Billionaire Ex
Mr Davis had been stable enough that I could cover my clinic hours, and the last thing I needed, after a morning of Damien's cold precision and an afternoon of trying not to stand near oak trees, was Michael Coleson and his spectacular ability to appear exactly when I had no energy left.
"I heard about the Landon family," he said, straightening when he saw me.
I stopped walking. "Is that why you're here?"
"I wanted to see how you were."
"I'm fine."
He looked at me steadily. Michael was not unintelligent, it was one of the more inconvenient things about him.
He had dark eyes that missed very little, and he was using them now in a way I found deeply unwelcome.
"You don't look fine," he said.
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