Cassandra Kane
"Seriously, I think I can take a shower by myself," Cassandra huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"With your broken ribs, it might be best if I help you," Desmond frowned down at her, concern clear in his voice. "You don’t want to make them worse than they already are, and I promise not to look. I can just come in to wash your hair if that makes you more comfortable."
She could see it—the sincerity in his expression, the honesty in his tone. He was only trying to help. And logically, she knew she needed it. But Desmond was her coworker, her partner. How were they supposed to face each other at work after he had seen her completely naked? Worse, there was something deeper, something she was afraid to acknowledge—the way he made her feel. She had spent so long convin
