KATHERINE POV
I wasn’t sticking around.
Not with Keegan prowling the dining hall like temptation incarnate and the distinct possibility of running into either Kingsley or Kyle on top of that. Two mated encounter per morning was already too much for my nerves—and, let’s be honest, my ovaries.
So I made the executive decision to grab a cinnamon roll the size of my face, my cup of strong, spicy coffee (courtesy of a certain tattooed mate with a sinful smirk), and walk to the hospital.
Fresh air. Movement. Space to breathe.
A chance to get my head on straight before diving into emergency cases and the ever-unimpressed stare of Dr. House.
Sure. It will help, Hator snorted in the back of my mind.
“Don’t start,” I muttered, tucking the cinnamon roll into a napkin and stepping outside.
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