Desi paced the hallway outside Lucas’s study, her heart pounding. She clutched Lily’s medical files tightly, rehearsing what she wanted to say.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door. Her steps faltered as she saw them. Lucas sat on the edge of his desk, Isabella standing close beside him. Their hands were intertwined, fingers laced together as if they belonged that way.
Desi froze.
Lucas looked up and almost shifted his hand, but stopped.
Isabella gave her a smug smile curling her lips. “Oh, didn’t see you there, doctor,” she said, emphasizing the last word.
Desi’s throat tightened. “Lucas, can we talk?” Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper.
Lucas’s eyes flicked to Isabella, then back to Desi. “Now’s not a good time,” he said coldly. “We’ll talk later.”
“Later?” Desi
