After a 12-hour shift, she enters the wrong car… and a billionaire becomes obsessed – she was so exhausted she didn’t even realize it wasn’t her car

him, damp scrubs clinging to her skin, exhaustion creeping back in now that adrenaline was fading.

“Open it,” she said.

Alexander didn’t move.

“It was addressed to you.”

“It was planted on you.”

“So we’re both involved now.”

His eyes lifted to hers.

Something passed between them.

Not trust.

Not yet.

But the first fragile tension of a line being pulled tight continue reading …