In the hospital corridor, Grayson held the slip and read every line of it carefully.
The usual sharp edge in him had softened into something more amused, more lazily arrogant.
"...Reconstructive procedure." His tone came out flippant, edged with dry humor.
He read the whole thing. Out loud. In a public hallway.
"Give it BACK, you jerk!" Isla smacked his arm, jumping to grab the slip out of his hand.
"Tch." He handed it over once he'd finished.
Hand in his pocket, he glanced at her sulking face with a hint of disdain. "Wasn't expecting this from you, honestly."
Isla clutched the slip to her chest, glaring up at him with something between fury and adorable indignation. "Mind your own business!"
Of all the hospitals in this city, I had to run into HIM here.
Watching her sour expressi
