He crouched again, just like before. “Howard,” he said, voice edged with dry amusement. “You look like you’re contemplating an early grave.”
Her eyes tried to focus, her mouth stubborn. “You’re hallucinating,” she muttered. “You just like looming over the damage you cause.”
He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah, because rescuing drunk, difficult doctors is how I like to spend my evenings.”
She tried to lift her glass again, but his hand was faster, steady, unrelenting.
“Don’t start,” he warned quietly. “You’ve already made your point.”
Sari’s gaze flickered toward him, defiant but soft at the edges. “And what point is that?”
He looked at her for a long moment, something unreadable behind his eyes. “That you’re trying too hard to disappear.”
Her throat tightened, the words dissolving before
