The last person I expected to see when I woke up in a hospital bed was Kyra.
She’s my former commander-in-chief’s daughter, twenty years younger than me, and my nurse for the foreseeable future. That should be plenty reason enough to keep my hands to myself except it’s not.
Every look, every touch, and every time I’m in Kyra’s presence I want more. She’s worth the risk of losing a friendship over, she’s worth everything.
