Nathan laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his jaw.
Isla had shut that laptop so fast, he was half surprised she hadn’t cracked the damn screen. Like she was hiding something. Like she was hiding him.
Ridiculous. He thought.
Except… maybe it wasn’t.
Because, now that he thought about it, he was doing the exact same thing.
He hadn’t told his PR team about their conversations, either. Not because he didn’t trust them—well, okay, maybe he didn’t fully trust them—but because nothing good could come from anyone thinking that Dr. Isla Wells and he were actually getting along.
They had spent years as professional opposites, recent headline rivals. People loved the controversy between them, the constant battle between modern and holistic medicine.
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