Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle

The trauma bay is strictly for active emergencies-if these two don't get their admission

shed straight from campus without changing-an oversized sky-blue knit sweater over black leggings and salt-stained winter boots. At five-foot-five, s

atingly warm. Keira glanced at her wristwatch every few seconds, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She was only twenty-four, an untenured substitute instructo

ician in a wrinkled white coat stepped out, yanking his

ow are the t

rim of his glasses with an exhausted, shrewd

her voice scraping aga

ch o

d crimson. She had to swallow down the nausea twice before she could f

at each other and turn an entire terrace café on the campus square into a demolition site. One took a blow to the chest and cracked a rib. The ot

spine stiffenin

overnight observation. But since the younger patient is admitted under an executive family trust policy, administrati

desperate, irrational prayer clawed at her chest-please, let it be Alexan

voice barely audible. "The fra

two plastic intake clipboards to the physician. The d

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ed through her skull. In that dizzying instant, she wished, with every remaining s

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The Dur

itch. At that exact moment, the double mahogany doors of the executive boardroom were wrenched open from within, an

the secretary stepped swift

o the entrance. From behind, his long legs were crossed in an effortless, immaculate posture, exuding an absolute, le

only a crisp, tailored white shirt. The stark linen clung to the broad span of

cadence of her hee

n features into sharp, breathtaking relief. Even after years of serving at his side, the secretary still felt that familiar, involuntary catch in her throat. At thirty-seven, Augusti

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the wheel of his antique silver lighter sparked. A slender cigarette caught fir

cretary reported, keeping her voice strictly modulated. "They report that Camren was in

A dangerous stillness settled over the room. He reached up, loosening his collar button by a single notch, and

w, velvet baritone, deceptively c

he in a

rcation," she answered car

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before the elevator bank, watching the crimson d

account wouldn't clear a major hospital deposit before the month's stipend landed. She bit her lower lip until the metallic tang of blood touched her tongue. In an elite private medical

he breath from her lungs, the phone inside her

-a melody she had handpicked four years ago, exclusively for Alexandre

alls when they talked until dawn, she used to believe

old, mocking blade, twisting in her chest