Emma Hart, lost in thought, locked eyes with the man before her. His gaze unflinching, she suddenly cast her eyes downward, a blush spreading across her cheeks like peach blossoms blooming in spring. Why was she blushing? She hadn't done anything wrong!
With a defiant lift of her head, Emma placed her hands on Damien Sterling's chest. "Excuse me, we need to get by," she asserted. Damien stepped aside with a noticeable force. Despite the ample space on either side, Emma chose to pass right by him, clearly still irked.
Following Mrs. Harris, Emma boarded the car, with Damien trailing behind. As she straightened in her seat, she turned to Damien with a cool, puzzled look. "Why are you here?" she demanded.
"To the hospital," he replied simply.
