The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Cassian, the human iceberg, the man who considered personal space a sacred, non-negotiable territory, was being hugged.
In public.
By a nurse.
The sheer audacity of it sent a shockwave through the corridor, and Everly, ever the opportunist, seized the moment with the glee of a drama queen who'd just been handed a script for a daytime soap opera.
Her jaw dropped in a perfect, theatrical display of betrayal. She didn't release her own vise-like grip on Cassian's arm; instead, she tightened it, her knuckles turning white as she channeled the spirit of every wronged woman in cinematic history.
"Darling," she gasped, her voice trembling with a level of mock anguish that could win an Oscar. "Is this your mistress? Tell me, does my baby deer cutie Cassian have a secret fetish for women in scrubs? Is it the stethoscope? Does it do something for you?"
