Nathan woke up to a pounding headache, though he hadn’t had a drop to drink the night before. No, his current misery had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with her.
Dr. Isla Wells.
His jaw clenched at the thought. Last night had been electric, a collision of frustration, competition, and something else he still wasn’t ready to name. But it had also been awkward as hell. There had been no sweet goodbyes, no lingering looks or coy smiles. Instead, they had pulled away, both seemingly realizing at the same time just how absurd their actions had been. The tension remained thick, but instead of drawing them back together, it had left an unsettling gap between them—one neither had dared to cross.
No goodbye kiss. No parting words beyond a stiff acknowledgment that they’d see eac
