LILY

Something is bothering Ryan, and it's becoming painfully obvious that he's hiding it from me. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's bothering you?" I asked for the umpteenth time since we left for the airport. His response was that same practiced smile-the kind that doesn't even reach his eyes. "It's nothing you need to worry about," he lied, leaning over to kiss my temple. "Just some stress at work, nothing more."

I knew he wasn't being truthful, but I decided to let it go, at least for now. If he wasn't willing to share, there wasn't much else I could do. Silence hung in the car for the rest of the ride as I stared out of the window, lost in my thoughts.

At the airport, the boys were reluctant to say goodbye to Ryan. I could see how much they didn't want to leave, and it made my heart ache. He kissed me as well, but the kiss lacked warmth it was routine, without the love that should've been there. And truth be told, my heart wasn't in it either. How could it be, when I knew my husband was keeping things from me? The last time he acted like this, it ended with Stephanie showing up and us getting divorced. So forgive me if I'm more than a little worried. Finally, I boarded the jet, and it took off.

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Life resumed on Monday morning, and things slowly returned to normal. It was slightly different in the sense that Ryan and I actually said a few words before I drove the boys to school.

After dropping the kids off, I made my way to the hospital and pulled into the parking lot. Walking toward the elevator, I had my eyes glued to my phone, scrolling through the news on the internet.

"Welcome back, Ms. Williams." A familiar voice startled me, and I looked up to find Dr. Amell, his lips quirked in amusement. "Do I need to remind you about the dangers of walking around with your eyes glued to your phone?" he asked, clearly enjoying himself. I gave him a pointed look, choosing not to dignify that comment with a response. I stepped into the elevator, and he joined me.

"Are you ignoring me after I saved your life?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sliding my phone into my purse, I folded my arms across my chest and regarded him with suspicion. "You made it very clear that we weren't friends, Dr. Amell. So what is this behavior?" I questioned, genuinely curious.

He offered a small smile. "I saved your life," he repeated.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that part of your job description?"

He chuckled, clearly amused by my irritation. "What is?"

"Saving lives," I deadpanned.

He shrugged casually. "Doesn't mean you shouldn't be appreciative."

I gave him an incredulous look. "I've thanked you numerous times already. What else do you want from me should I prostrate myself?"

The elevator pinged, and I let out a sigh of relief as the doors opened. I was just about to make my exit when he grabbed my forearm, stopping me in my tracks.

at him, exasperated. "Am I expecting

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blinked, taken aback.

tone losing some of its earlier playfulness. "Consider it as you showing gratitude for saving your

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arrived. I sighed, preparing myself for whatever absurd request he was about to make, and told her to send him in. He

not to come empty-handed," he said,

set them on the coffee table, and I joined him in the seating area. "So, what exactly do you

of the bags and handed me a plate of pasta

with a nod of thanks, twirling some pasta onto my fork. "Thank you.

his expression growing serious. "My sister is coming back home after a long time-thirteen years, to be exact. I want to do something special

slightly, unsure of my role in all this. "And where do I fit

had a complicated relationship over

raised an eyebrow. "And what is my involvement

for a

an idea of her likes and dislikes. And I'd also like you to help me pick out a gift, and maybe plan the welcome party-invite some of your friends to make

that But I can help you pick out a gift-no big deal there. As for the

he looked uncomfortable. "Jean is the only family I have left. She's been away for thirteen years, so she doesn't

hesitated. "What

have friends. I prefer to keep my circle

that makes two of us. I don't have anyone I could invite," I

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