Riley:
The door closed behind me with a satisfying thud, muffling the howl of the snowstorm outside. Heat hit me like a physical force, melting the chill from my soaked scrubs and frozen skin. I dropped my bag near the bench and exhaled sharply, shivering despite the warmth.
I peeled off my scrubs, tossing them into the laundry basket, and stepped into the shower, letting the water pound over me. Steam curled up, hot against my chilled skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire inside me. Every memory of the day—the chaos of the code, the adrenaline, the snow, the way Cade had been sitting there in the car waiting—mixed with the ache that had been simmering all day.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Couldn’t stop feeling the tension, the raw pull, the way my body remembered the brush o
