Cassandra Kane.
Cassandra swung her legs impatiently as she sat on the hospital bed, her arms crossed over her chest. Desmond stood beside her, his arms folded, watching her like a hawk.
“Would you sit still?” he muttered for what had to be the hundredth time. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
“I feel fine,” she insisted. “I don’t even feel a twinge. Honestly, I think I could go back to work today.”
Desmond let out a sharp breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Cass, you have broken ribs. I literally carried you out of your house covered in blood a week ago. Forgive me if I think you should take a little longer than a week to heal.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She knew he’d just keep pushing, and besides, she had bigger things to focus on. Like finding the bastar
