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

this time, he stayed still.

He adjusted.

She was already asleep.

Her cheek rested against the window.

One hand lay loosely in her lap.

A stethoscope hung halfway off her shoulder.

A blue ink stain marked her wrist, slightly smeared.

Her hair had long since abandoned any attempt at order.

She looked like someone who had spent countless hours holding the world continue reading …