His driver? Seriously?
Anna stood frozen at the doorway, clutching her bag like it held answers.
Jason Knight had a hundred ways to be infuriating, but sending his driver to pick her up for their supposed hangout was a new one.
Especially after he'd promised to pick her up himself.
No—worse than that was the fact he hadn't even bothered to tell her about the change.
He'd texted last night, just as she was grabbing dinner with Dr. Pierce during her shift.
“He’d apologized for how he’d left things in the ER, then asked if she was okay with moving the hangout to his place.”
They'd been fine—texted this morning too.
And now this?
He couldn't make it, his silent-assassin driver had said.
“Miss Vegas?” Ethan called, grabbing her attention. “Shall we?”
Anna sighed and crossed h
