Blake’s POV
By the time the sun came up, I’d maybe slept an hour.
Every time I shut my eyes, I saw one of two things: Cassie’s face as she came out of the coma… or Cassie’s face last night under me, mouth open in pleasure, hands in my hair.
Not helpful.
I gave up around five, went for a run, then showered and shaved. I was now sitting at my kitchen island, coffee in one hand, tablet in the other, pretending I cared about profit projections more than the fact my d**k had apparently forgotten why we hated my wife.
Ana moved quietly around the kitchen, cooking my breakfast.
My phone sat screen-down beside the tablet. I didn’t have to pick it up to know what was on it: three missed calls from Melissa. Two texts.
Melissa: We need to talk. Are you okay?
I hadn’t answered. Only sent her a
