Lina's POV
Adrian kicked me out.
Well, not exactly kicked me out—but he insisted I go back to work instead of spending all day in his hospital room.
"You're too distracting," he'd said, his gray eyes dark with something that made my stomach flip. "When you're here, I can't focus on anything except having my hands on you. And I have work to do."
My face had burned at the implication. "You're supposed to be recovering!"
"I am recovering." His smile had been wolfish—literally, given that Raze's presence was suddenly very apparent in his gaze. "But that doesn't mean I'm dead, sweetheart. And having you within reach all day is going to seriously compromise my self-control."
So here I was, back at K&S, trying to focus on work instead of replaying our conversation over and ove
