She blinked, totally thrown. I sighed. “For now, focus on your internship and thesis. Prof. Harington’s not exactly a softie.” Emma groaned and flopped onto her desk. I slid the cake Peter brought in front of her, grabbed my bag, and walked out. *** Peter was standing by the department board, … Read more
Chapter 2 Author: Liam Pax I closed the video, and bam—Cindy had dropped another message: [Every time Peter comes to see me, I’m sore all over afterward.] Before I could bail from the chat, a text from Peter popped up. [Babe, what kind of cake do you want today? Strawberry, chocolate, or matcha?] I just stared … Read more
I bailed hard. Inside the elevator, I finally tapped accept on Cindy’s request. She didn’t wait. First thing she sent was a photo—Peter in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, apron on, cooking. He was wearing the shirt I’d just bought him last week. The one he made a big deal of putting on this … Read more
Chapter 1 Author: Liam Pax Silver Creek Hospital, Rivera When someone said Peter Cooke showed up at OB-GYN with a girl, I laughed it off. Then I saw him—arm around a sobbing Cindy Bisch, his mentor’s daughter—and my stomach tanked. Phoebe Palmer, my old classmate from our PhD days abroad, came out with the prenatal report. … Read more