Chapter 7
Alexander's POV
By the time Ruger parked outside La Bella, it was already 9:15 p.m.
The whole evening had been a rush. I'd gotten home after leading an exhausting surgical operation, tossed my keys on the counter, and sank into the couch. This was 'just for a minute,' and next thing I knew, I was waking up to the dim light of dusk spilling through the blinds and the cursed time glaring back at me from my phone screen.
8:47 p.m!!
Cursing under my breath, I tore off my shirt and hurried to get a clean one. No dinner, no shower worth the name–I barely managed to knot my tie in the staircase, all the while hoping that I wouldn't fail mother the one time she didn't trouble me about getting a wife. Her voice echoed in my head, 'Eat something decent for once, Alexander.'
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