** Poppy’s POV **

It’s been a nice, slow morning at the clinic, no one bleeding, no one screaming, and no one trying to leave this world before their time. Just peace, coffee, and the large delivery of medical supplies to sort through.

I’m halfway through stocking the herb cupboard when the door creaks open.

“Hey,” Jake says, and I swear the man doesn’t just walk into a room… he glides.

I turn, trying to be all calm and professional on the outside, while the inside of me turns ...