Cameron’s hand waved in front of her face, rudely interrupting her unsettled thoughts. Annoyed, Grace swatted his hand away. This was her lunch break—her time. Why couldn’t he see she wasn’t in the mood to talk? Cameron lifted his hands in surrender, giving her a don’t-shoot-the-messenger look. “Just wanted to let you know that your favorite patient is here.” Grace’s eyes widened as panicked butterflies filled her stomach. Seth’s appointment wasn’t for a couple of days, which happened to be the amount of time she needed to prepare herself to see him again. There was a reason she hadn’t answered any of his calls or texts over the past two days. She wasn’t ready to talk. Did he really think that showing up at her work, unannounced, was a good idea? Because it wasn’t. It was a horrible idea. Grace couldn’t face him yet, not when the memory of that kiss still burned in her mind like the worst temptation ever. She now understood how some people could become alcoholics after just one drink.
