Madeline had no patience left. Her compulsive focus as a doctor demanded she finish tending to the injuries before her.

Her face was impassive as she continued applying the ointment.

Sebastian’s hand rested lightly on her waist, his fingers languidly toying with the fabric of her dress. “Did I buy the wrong size? Feels a little loose.”

The dress—he had picked it out.

Actually, the size was fine. She had lost weight. Madeline kept ...