The sight that awaited her made her stop in her tracks. Desi’s first instinct was to turn around and head back into the clinic, but she forced herself to stand her ground.
Lucas was leaning against the side of her car, his arms crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on her.
He didn’t move toward her, didn’t say a word. He just watched her, the emotions in his eyes almost too much for her to bear.
She took a steadying breath and walked toward her car, keeping her expression as neutral as possible.
“What are you doing here?” she asked sharply as she stopped a few feet away from him.
Lucas straightened, his posture tense. “I needed to see you,” he said, his voice low.
“You’ve already seen me,” Desi replied, her tone clipped. “Now move. I’m tired, and I’d like to go home.”
He didn’t budge.
