Lydia’s POV
I parked the car just before Xander’s gate and left the engine running, staring through the windshield at the familiar property beyond the iron bars.
This was a bad idea. I should turn around, I should put the car in reverse, drive home, and forget I’d ever considered coming here in the first place.
I’d spent the last two weeks telling myself that I needed distance from Xander, that whatever was happening between us was too complicated and too painful to keep dragging myself through.
So what exactly was I doing sitting outside his house?
I tightened my grip around the steering wheel.
He’d taken the day off, and that was what had brought me here because Xander White didn’t take days off.
The man practically lived at the hospital. He could be running on three hours of slee
