“I’m leaving for San Diego early in the morning for a fashion festival, so I won’t be here for you. The nurses will take good care of you. By evening, when I come back, if you’re feeling better, my driver will take you home as you requested.”

He smiled for the first time, and I tried not to trip.

Why is he being nice to me?

Oh, right—I forget, a chronic womanizer.

Back in the office, he acts completely different.

“You’re a good actor. Let me guess: Mr. Nice Guy role?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. Otherwise, why would I be speaking so nicely to you, sweetie?”

He walked...