Chapter 1
“Mara pov”
I knocked on the door of the apartment, my medical bag slung over my shoulder, feeling the usual routine settle in.
Home visits like this were straightforward, just another patient needing a quick check or injection.
The door opened, and there he was, Clifford, looking a bit pale but still handsome in that rugged way, with his broad shoulders and dark hair tousled like he just woke up.
“Hi, I’m Mara from the home health service,” I said, keeping my voice steady and professional.
“You must be Clifford. Ready for that injection?”
He nodded, stepping aside to let me in.
The place was tidy, a small living room with a couch and a coffee table cluttered with magazines.
He led me to the bedroom where a chair sat by the bed, and I set my bag down, pulling out the syri
