Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Mia had taken the day off to play nurse to Mr. Austin, or so the office gossip went.

Joy gaped in disbelief. "Nurse him back to health?" Right when people were at their most vulnerable, physically and emotionally, that's when they were easiest to get close to. She had seen it firsthand, that sly fox Curtis weaving his spell around Leanne!

Here she was, busting her tail at the office-okay, so maybe she had slacked off for a good thirty minutes, but still-while her first decent flirt in years was about to be snatched away? Fueled by indignation, Joy grabbed her phone and stormed over to Austin's place.

Austin answered the door in his pajamas, a mask covering his face, his cheeks flushed from fever, looking unusually fragile.

He leaned against the door frame, obviously not keen on letting her in. "What are you doing here?"

"Drug delivery," she declared, shoving a bag of medicine into his arms and trying to peek inside. Austin pushed her head out and blocked the entrance. "Just drop it and go. I don't want you to catch it."

The way he was acting so secretive made Joy instantly suspicious that he was hiding someone inside.

She waved off his concern. "Please, I'm as sturdy as they come. I've bunked with my bestie who had the flu and didn't catch a thing. What's your excuse?"

"You're not worried?" Austin asked.

"Flu should be worried about me," Joy retorted confidently.

aside to let

inside, Joy's eyes darted around like searchlights. But there was no sign of

you?" she

collapsed onto the

guard dropped, and she turned to leave,

to exit, Austin looked at her, a weak "hm" escaping his

to stop in her

check his forehead, and had

so nice and

that, which only made him cough more.

Joy said,

the couch and patted the space next

but lying there meant winding

Joy hesitated, Austin teased, "What, are

if!" So, she lay down next to

to prevent her from falling off. He then covered them both with

cologne, but a comforting,