Ethan's POV 

I stood against the wall and watched her adjust his blanket for the fourth time in an hour, tucking the edge with the focused care of someone who needed something to do with their hands, and felt the jealousy sitting in my chest like something with teeth. 

I had dispatched a private helicopter. I had gone up that mountain myself. I had stood in the mud beside her and felt her relief when the rescue team reached him and watched her face when the doctor said stable — and none of it had moved her chair one inch from his bedside. 

If I had known, I thought, watching...