Lauren
I blinked, rubbing my eyes before leaning in again, scanning Owen’s latest blood test results. The numbers blurred for a second, forcing me to refocus.
Ever since I found out he was my son, I’d been obsessing over his medical records—blood work, test results, every scrap of information from the past few years.
I couldn’t stop.
It felt good to be working again, even if the patient was my own child. Even if I was doing it in a hospital my ex-husband owned.
My ex-husband.
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples, but the warmth of his hands from the other night crept into my thoughts. My skin still remembered the way he touched me, his hands tracing up my hip. Cursing under my breath, I pushed the memory aside and focused on the papers again.
The cold glow of the hospital monitor
