Nicole sat in her office, her hands clasped on the desk, her gaze vacant. Ever since her injury, amnesia, and relentless nightmares had plagued her, making it impossible for her to continue on the SWAT team. Those days were the darkest she'd ever known, and she'd retreated into the prison like a wounded deer. This cold, confined place had somehow become her safe haven, shielding her from the chaos outside.
And Daniel had been like a beam of light, piercing into her life just when she was at her most fragile.
That day, Nicole had been injured while restraining a prisoner and was brought to the infirmary by her colleagues. Daniel had treated her wound with gentle precision. His touch was soft and professional.
Afterward, he poured her a cup of coffee, and Nicole stared at him, confused.
