Imogen
Later, after a lie-filled call to my mother where I met Cyrus on a sunset cruise, he smiled at me, and my heart wasn't the only thing clenching in anticipation.
Down, girl. The man just survived a kidnapping and being stabbed. I was a damn excellent nurse, but that didn't mean Cyrus was ready to do anything else besides lie in bed and watch TV.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, setting the television remote on the nightstand.
I looked away and continued pretending the bottle of soap from the hotel shower was the most exquisite thing I'd ever seen. "Looking at you like what?" I feigned innocence.
I definitely looked at him a certain way.
Cyrus chuckled. "I can't decide if you want to stab me or do something else."
"What else?" I asked way too quickly after he fi
