Blake’s POV
“Actually, it was the opposite. The nurse was more interested in me than in doing her job,” I said. “Cassie called her out on it.”
Ford’s eyes widened. “Wait, Cassie normally would have encouraged that. She loved making women want what was hers, even when she didn’t want it herself.”
“I know.”
“And now she’s what, jealous? Territorial?”
I shrugged. “She just wanted someone who was actually focused on her recovery. I can’t say she was wrong.”
Ford leaned back, studying my face. “You’re different too,” he said finally. “You look at your phone every five minutes. You’re distracted. This isn’t just about Cassie being weird, something else is going on with you.”
I thought about Melissa, about my confrontation with her this morning. About the fact that I’d almost taken Cassie
