Artemisia

“So, you’re a doctor?” Matt’s eyes sparkle as he questions me.

“Erm… Yes,” I say, scooping my potatoes from one side of the plate to the other.

My eyes keep snapping over to Fynn, who is eating all by himself at a table in a corner. His unpleased frown about his momentary situation has me chuckling internally. I shock myself at the thought of him being cute and shake my head as if wanting to free my mind from the thought.

“Is something wrong with the food?” Logan ...