Chapter 5: The Fading Warmth
Alexander looked down at the leather seat beside him. There was a small imprint where her body had been, and a faint warmth that was already beginning to fade. He could still smell the light scent of hospital soap, coffee, and something uniquely hers that lingered in the air.
He didn’t know her name.
He didn’t know anything about her except that she was a nurse who had worked herself past the point of exhaustion and had trusted a stranger’s car enough to collapse in it.
Yet as Marcus pulled the car back into traffic, Alexander realized with a strange, quiet jolt that the meeting did not feel like an accident at all.
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Something about it had settled under his skin.
That night he barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the way her hand had lain open in her lap, completely unguarded. He was not a man who became fascinated easily. He was certainly not a man who became fascinated by exhausted nurses who entered the wrong car. And yet here he was.
