"I'm sorry I'm late. I wanted to come earlier and help but—" Nathaniel began, slightly breathless, looking like he'd basically sprinted off that helicopter.
Cassie didn't let him finish.
"I know," she said, joy bubbling out of her voice before she could mask it. "I honestly wasn't expecting to see you here."
Nathaniel's expression softened instantly. He lifted a single flower toward her, simple, elegant, very him. "I wanted to surprise you."
He looked nothing like the surgeon everyone knew, the one in scrubs, gloves, and a calm intensity.
In a fitted black suit with a crisp shirt and subtle cufflinks, he looked like he'd stepped out of a high-end business magazine.
"Wait—is that Dr. Nathaniel Cross?" one of the media reps blurted out.
Gossip rippled through the crowd
