CHAPTER FIVE
Morgan glanced at the clock. He’d been home for more than an hour. The Scotch in his glass was gone. He should really go to bed. The idea of the empty cold expanse of his mattress repelled him.
All those late nights through medical school and his residency when he’d slipped into a bed warmed by Ashley’s body, lulled into sleep by her deep even breathing. He’d taken them for granted, assumed they would always be there.
He reached for his phone. Maybe he could convince Ashley that he would appreciate what he had this time around, that he’d make her his priority. Hell, he’d make himself a priority. His thumb hovered over the redial button. Her question from earlier in the evening running through his head. What would he have done differently? The answer was still nothing. He le
