Leah didn't believe him and grabbed his hand. Asher Keating went rigid, refusing to let her see it, but he deflated under her glare. She lifted his hand and sniffed—a faint scent of tobacco.
Seeing Leah's expression darken, Riley Sterling quickly spoke up. "You know, I just remembered I have something to do. I'll get going."
"Same here," Ethan Shaw added, already pulling Sheila Hughes toward the door. "I've got to go wash my dog."
"Dog? What dog? You..." Sheila Hughes started to protest, but Ethan Shaw clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her out.
Asher Keating watched Leah's stormy expression and took her hand. He was feeling quite guilty. When Leah glanced up at him, he curved his lips into a smile, trying to use his good looks to charm his way out of it. Leah just snorted, ignored him, and turned to walk back into the hospital room.
"Leah."
