Rowena
Eric’s wide blue eyes stared down at me for a moment, his broad frame practically blotting out the light streaming into the hallway through the large windows before I managed to collect my bearings.
“How’s your arm?” I blurted out, taking a step back and adjusting my satchel on my shoulder.
He blinked at me for a moment before he responded with a one-shouldered shrug. “It’s fine. Sore. But fine.”
“Don’t try to play tough,” I chided, reaching out to lightly touch his arm before thinking better of it—any contact between us was bound to gather some glances so soon after Heather and Dr. Reynolds had spread that rumor. “My office was allowed to reopen. Let me take a look.”
“Are you sure—”
“I said, let me take a look.”
A few heads turned our way as we began wal
