Anna froze where she stood right as the curtain slid away from the ER bay.
And there he was.
Lying on the bed—shirt half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, gauze on his forearm, smirk perfectly intact.
Anna stared, the clipboard Dr. Carter had handed her slipping slightly in her grip. Her fingers tightened around the board before it could fall.
“You?” she managed, voice flat.
Jason’s lips curved. “Missed me, Doc?”
Anna swallowed and stepped into the exam cubicle. Ethan, in a black suit, stood by the side of the bed. He gave her a nod of acknowledgment as their gaze met, looking away right after.
Anna's pulse raced, the turtleneck top suddenly too hot on her skin.
“You know him?” Dr. Carter asked, his gaze flicking between them.
“Yes,” Jason answered before she could. “We're fami
