SYDNEY'S POV

I watched Sandra's retreating figure with amusement. The woman had a flair for dramatic entrances and exits, even when the situation didn't call for it. As soon as Sandra was out of sight, I glanced back at Mark, who had turned around on the wheels of his wheelchair to fix the zipper of his hospital pants.

At least his amnesia hadn't taken away his sense of self-awareness, I thought. Who knew what had happened a few seconds before I arrived at the door. I heard her complaining about him not being sexually active or something.

Mark turned back to face me, his brows arching up as if silently...