Tessa stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to her skin. Her damp hair was stuck to her temples and forehead in dark strands.

A robe was tied loosely around her waist. She reached for her lip balm, smearing it on her chapped lips, then for the fresh gown the nurse had left folded on the bed.

“You look a lot better.”

The voice made her spin. Grayson sat on the sofa against the wall, legs crossed.

“Grayson.” She exhaled his name like a warning. “What are you doing here… again?”

“The nurse let me in… again.” He smirked. “And besides, we had something going on before Salima interrupted.”...