I suppress a smile and let him adjust my pillow. He doesn’t place it exactly right but if I try to do it myself, he’s probably gonna burst a blood vessel. So I just shimmy in place until the pillow obeys.
“When can we go home?” He shoots me a quick glance that makes me feel immediately self-conscious, so I rephrase. “Er, what I mean is, when are we going back to your place?”
“The moment Emily clears you.”
“Where is she, by the way?” I ask. “Wasn’t she supposed to do her rounds an hour ago?”
“That’s the annoying thing about doctors,” Uri growls. “They have other patients.”
“I thought she was the official Bratva doctor. That doesn’t translate to exclusivity?”
He snorts. “You would think, but Emily’s always been a bleeding heart. She likes to volunteer here whenever she has the spare ti
