Blake’s POV
I kept my voice even. “You’re worried about my wife being stressed.”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Exactly. Episodes like that can be triggered by emotional overload. It might be better if you kept some distance. For her sake, not yours.”
“For her sake,” I repeated.
“Yes.”
I took a step closer. Not crowding. Just near enough that she had to tilt her head back to look at me properly. “Funny thing about that,” I said. “You didn’t seem particularly concerned when she was crying out ten minutes ago.”
Lena’s mouth pressed together. “I—”
“I heard her from my room,” I went on. “Through a closed door. You’re supposed to be right next door, on call, and you didn’t move until I was with her.”
Color climbed into her cheeks. Not embarrassment. Annoyance at being called out.
“That’s no
