Avery POV
I woke up to the shrill sound of my phone buzzing right against my ear. Groaning, I rolled over, blindly patting around the nightstand until my fingers finally closed around it.
Aidan’s arm was still snug around my waist, his body warm and solid behind me. I could feel his steady breathing on the back of my neck, and honestly, I didn’t want to move. There was something comforting about the way his chest rose and fell against me, how his scent—pine, faintly smoked sandalwood, and sleep.... wrapped around me like a second blanket.
But the damn phone wouldn’t quit.
I sighed and answered, dragging my voice through my throat. “Hello?”
“Miss Avery?” It was the hospital director, his voice sharp and already too awake for the morning. “Do you have any updates on your findings regar
