Saint:
The bed was empty when I woke up. The warmth that had been there last night was gone.
My brows pulled together as I scanned the room. Shay was nowhere to be seen.
Then I heard it—voices just outside the door.
“No coffee, Ms. Shay, I already told you!” the doctor said, his voice firm.
“It’s decaf, doc, promise.” she rebutted smoothly.
What the hell is going on with her?
Before I could call out, the door pushed open, and there she was— My Shay—walking in with a coffee in one hand and a small white box in the other.
She looked nervous, and it left my stomach twisted in knots.
“What’s that?” My voice was hoarse, still groggy from sleep.
She stepped closer, placing the cup on the tray carefully beside me before handing me the box.
“Open it,” she said softly
