Blake’s POV
I should have walked away the second she saluted me from the bed.
Instead, I stood in the hallway like an i***t, staring at the crack of light under her door, listening for… I don’t even know what. A thud. A fall. Her calling out. Something that meant I’d been right and she’d pushed too far.
Nothing.
Just the faint, uneven rhythm of her breathing when I inched the door open again. Cassie was out cold. Finally.
Good.
I pulled it almost shut and forced myself away from her door and down the hall.
Lena’s door was half open, light from the TV flickering across the wall. I knocked once and stepped in before she could answer.
She sat up straighter. “Mr Huntington?” She was wearing a silk nightie, not the sort of outfit fit for a nurse that might have to take care of her patie
