He was on a business call, speaking in that deep, professional tone of his.

Sure, you weren't supposed to take calls in the infusion room, but none of the women there seemed to mind - not with how good he looked.

When he hung up, he noticed she was awake, her cheeks finally showing some color.

"Comfortable on my shoulder?" he asked dryly.

Lila jerked upright, blushing hard.

"I'll take you home," he said, gathering his coat.

She tried to decline, but he ...