Chapter Thirteen

When he lifted up, their eyes met and he brushed her dark hair off her forehead. After a moment, he kissed her, then he eased out of her, rolling onto his back.

Mira curled into him, asking, “What really happened at that party?”

She felt Nate tense beside her, and he let out a stuttering breath.

“I really don’t know. One minute I was sipping a glass of champagne and talking to the dean of medicine from Mount Sinai, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital. My dad says it was a psychotic break. I had been under a lot of stress.”

Mira didn’t feel it was her place to comment, but she didn’t see how a psychotic break could cause him to act bizarrely with no recollection of his behavior, not to mention Nate didn’t strike her as the sort to have a mental breakdown in the first place.

She was jarred from contemplation when her cell began buzzing on the nightstand. Reaching over Nate for it, she saw Carter’s name flashing across the screen.

“It is one of my guys,” she said.