It was noon when I walked into St. Damian’s Elite Hospital, wearing oversized sunglasses and a soft beige coat over a body-hugging dress that said ‘sick but still sexy.’

I didn’t even need an appointment.

The nurses recognized me right away. One of them whispered, “Dr. Shane is in his office,” as if I were some forbidden mistress she was secretly rooting for.

Well, all thanks to Shane.…always being extra dramatic around me no matter where we are.

I knocked once and pushed ...