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Something he didn’t need. He needed to shut this down. Re-establish distance. But Jamie spoke again, unknowingly anchoring him there. “Do you work every Saturday, Mr. Blackwood?” “No,” Damien answered, voice clipped but amused. “Just when the PR team drags me into a photo op with a shovel.” Jamie grinned. “Like this morning?” A small,…

Jamie huffed, clearly annoyed, and pointed toward the hospital entrance. “That weird doctor is there again. Look!” Damien and James followed his gesture. Standing near the entrance was a man in a white coat, probably in his late thirties, holding a takeout bag in one hand and a single red rose in the other. He…

Damien didn’t miss a beat. “Then make it happen.” James smirked and tapped a note into his tablet. “Thought you’d say that.” The elevator opened on the top floor with a soft chime. The hallway was dim, most of the lights in energy-saving mode. A few weekend staff worked quietly in the far corners, too…

A half-breath. But her body went still, too aware of everything. His scent was intoxicating – not cologne, not really. Just something clean and masculine and sharp, like leather and midnight and power. Her cheek had nearly brushed his chest. Her knee had pressed to his. And his body? Stone still. Except for one small…

She just needed time. The doctor gave her a sympathetic look. “I know. And we’ll do what we can on our end. But try not to wait too long, Maya. The sooner we move, the better his chances for a full recovery.” She thanked him. Shook his hand. Then held Jamie’s tighter than usual as…

That tone. It scraped across Beckett’s nerves, but he obeyed, lounging into the chair like he owned the place. “This better be quick. I have a dinner reservation.” “You won’t make it.” Beckett raised a brow. “Excuse me?” The director closed the folder. “You’re being reassigned.” Beckett blinked. “Reassigned?” “A medical outreach program,” Holloway continued,…

Bend her to him. Prove that her sweet act was just a mask like the rest. And the hospital noticed. Whispers followed her through the halls. He knew the hospital gossip would do the rest. The nurses who used to warm his bed now glared when she passed. They whispered rumors in the break room,…

That wasn’t curiosity. That was something sharper. More dangerous. And maybe she should’ve been afraid – But all she could feel was heat. Low. Lingering. Still burning beneath her skin. She pulled the next order, set it down, and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Only six more hours to go. Blocks away,…

Probably nothing. Still, she quickened her pace. When she finally reached her building, her hand shook as she unlocked the door. Once it clicked open, she slipped inside and turned the lock behind her, chest heaving as the silence of the hallway greeted her. Safe. She was safe. Inside the apartment, it was dim and…

“I’m glad you agreed,” he said after a moment. His voice was smooth. Practiced. “I wasn’t sure you would.” Maya forced a polite smile. “You caught me on a tired morning, I guess.” He chuckled lightly, but something about it grated against her. “Well, I’ll make it worth your while. Promise.” She gave a faint…