Isn’t this guy supposed to be a total germaphobe?

So why was Harris always holding my hand or pulling me into random hugs?

Before I could yank my hand away, my attention was drawn to the guy lying in the hospital bed.

It wasn’t Ashton.

Philip’s face twisted into a scowl the second he saw me. His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Why the hell did you bring her here?” he snapped at Harris.

Harris didn’t even flinch. Instead, he held my hand tighter and ...