Chapter 10

“You’re staring at me,” Alek said without opening his eyes.

Emma propped herself on one elbow, watching the morning light play across his face. “Can you blame me?”

They lay in Alek’s bed, sheets tangled around them. After leaving the hospital the previous night, they’d barely made it through his front door before months of tension had finally broken. What followed was everything Emma had imagined during those long weeks of professional distance—and considerably more.

“We should have done this sooner,” Alek murmured, pulling her closer.

“Professional boundaries,” Emma reminded him, though she didn’t sound particularly convinced by her own argument.

“Overrated.” He kissed her shoulder. “Besides, you’re technically my boss now.”

Emma laughed. “Not until Monday.”

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Alek glanced at it and groaned. “Hockey never sleeps.”

“Answer it,” Emma said, sliding out of bed and grabbing his discarded shirt. “I’ll make