Allison's POV
I'm staring out the window, awaiting news of Elsa's date with Ian, when Xander shows up. I know it's him even before I hear his voice, and there's a smile on my face as I turn to watch him walk into the ward.
"Allison," he says softly.
It doesn't matter how many times I hear him say my name like that, I know I'm never going to get used to it. It never fails to make my knees go weak, to make my heart thump in my chest.
"Hi," I say, sounding a little breathless.
"I came to see how you're doing," he says.
I think, with a small pang, that he would have been holding flowers if we didn't have to keep this relationship a secret. Of course, there's nothing wrong with the bouquets he sends anonymously by mail. It's just that I would have loved to be able to see him bring them hi
