Regret Came Too Late

Grace sighed in relief after making sure she had cleaned Ethan's hand and that he wasn't upset. She gently lowered his hand, her voice barely above a whisper as she asked, "Mr. Henderson, are you alright?"

Ethan glanced down at where her fingers still rested against his wrist. Her hand was delicate, its warmth seeping into his skin.

Needing to be sure he was okay, Grace asked again, "Mr. Henderson, did the medicine help at all?"

This time, he lifted his eyes and hummed in response, flexing his wrist slightly in her grasp. Grace let go right away, not wanting to push her luck.

"Sorry about that. I guess I got carried away. I'm glad you're fine," she said quickly.

The back seat of the car fell into silence.

Grace couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he upset or not? She straightened

in her seat and, this time, made sure to buckle her seatbelt.

Ethan kept his gaze on the window, a fleeting smile passing over his lips.

stop at Palm Bay, Simon jumped out and yanked open the back door, ready to

used to have a lead foot, it must have been torture to go this slow. But because he did, the trip stretched

her head resting against the

her. She opened her eyes, about to say something, but Simon stopped

was quiet, the sharpness from earlier gone. "Let him sleep. He's been dealing with insomnia

Insomnia?

red streaks in Ethan's eyes. He looked like he hadn't had a

her periphery, she could make out the tousled strands of his hair and the faint shadow of his eyelashes

when Simon muttered

went dry. Simon was seriously the worst. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to relax. Time

the car anymore. She was sprawled out on an expensive-looking couch

hear Simon scoff.

crept up her cheeks. Ignoring Simon, she turned to Ethan instead. That short