inai Hospital. Dressed in a tailored trench coat and oversized sungl

"I'd like a copy of my husband's, Dallas Barlow's, re

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Due to HIPAA regulations, I can't release any patie

ed, Katrina decided to go directly to

r here was different-hushed and sterile, the floors carpeted to muffle

ridors for Hoffman's nameplate when she too

coats emerged, deep in a serious discussion. They were clustered around

let them pass, her eyes

and a profile that looked like it had been carved from marble. He wore h

caught in

The man fr

ips. The sound, though quiet, was enough

piercing eyes swept past the other

gaze, followed by a flicker

r neck. Her first instinct was to flee. She t

Dr. Kensington," she said respectfully to the man

Kensington. The untouchable specialist Dall

n sabbatical. His case had been transferred to a brilliant young specialist

his. He was Dallas's doctor. The man she had

icians, who nodded and dispersed, leaving t

r, his long strides eating up the distance between them. The familiar scent of cedar

le expression. His eyes dipped briefly to her neck, where her coat had

ow," he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "

face. He knew. He had known

ice shaking with a mixture of anger and hum

t was almost a breath against her ear. "That nig

lute, burned her ch

e gestured with his head toward an office door at the end of the hall.

ntrance to a predator's den. But she had no choice. To ge

uddering breath,