“You should rest, Leo. That’s what the doctor said.”

Leo exhales through his nose and tries to shrug, but the movement sends a sharp twist through his right shoulder. He curses under his breath.

Jennie frowns and moves closer. “Don’t do that. You’re just making it worse.”

Her hands are already on him before he can say anything else. Small. Grounding. She helps lower him back into the leather chair behind his mahogany desk like he’s glass. Like he matters.

Leo watches her. Watches the way her lips purse while she inspects the bruising underneath the bandage. Her fingers graze the edge of his collarbone, and he forgets how to...