The next time Caroline woke up, Thorne was on his feet, talking on the phone.
She watched as he whispered something, hung up, and checked the screen, his expression tightening.
“You have to go," Caroline stated, surprising him.
He walked back to her bed.
“Unfortunately, I do," he admitted sorrowfully. “I'll come back tomorrow to pick you up." His gaze held hers. “Call me if you need anything. Anything at all, do you hear me?"
“I'll be fine," she argued, not wanting to worry him even more.
Thorne had work to get to. He had a company to run. He couldn't babysit her the entire day.
He didn't move. “Promise me."
Caroline's chest felt too full. “I promise."
He paused, then bent and pressed a brief kiss to her forehead, just above the bandage. It was almost nothing—and it changed every
