Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Dr. Campbell: [Hey, I noticed you had a little cut on your face earlier. I've got some ointment that might help. I'll bring it over later if you'd like.]

Selena froze, instinctively touching her right cheek. She rarely did her nails because it made daily tasks harder, but for yesterday's banquet, she had put on some fake nails. While slapping herself out of frustration last night, she accidentally nicked her face. It was only this morning, while getting ready, that she noticed it. She'd dabbed on some concealer, but Dr. Campbell still caught it. Talk about being detail-oriented!

And Everett, who'd been up close just moments ago, hadn't noticed a thing. The irony of it made her roll her eyes.

How can people be so different? She shot Everett a frosty glare.

He seemed to sense something and looked over with his dark eyes. "What's with that look?"

Selena stayed silent, her face a blank slate as she turned away, picking up her phone to reply to a message.

[Dr. Campbell, thanks for your concern, but I'm heading back to Newport today. I'm already on my way to the airport. Appreciate the offer, though.] The reply came back quickly: [So sudden? What happened? Weren't you staying for a week?]

Hmm.

know. His question indirectly assured

felt a weight lift off her chest, and a relieved smile crept onto

through the moment. "Who are you chatting with? You are

back to the present, and her smile disappeared. She thought, 'It's a wonder Everett's never been punched out

quickly

replied swiftly, not pressing for

knew just what to say and when to stop. No wonder he was such a joy

him were

...

phone and stared blankly at the ointment on the table. It wasn't until someone called for him that he snapped out of it, standing up to put on his lab coat. As he

grip tightened for a moment before he decisively tossed the

...

car sped down the

was once again facing away, head. resting on the seat back, eyes shut. Clearly,