Dr. Henshaw is under instructions to inform Lowe, after…afterward. I hope it’ll help, and—” “After what, Serena?” “—I’m not precious about that stuff. It’s more that I don’t want them to freak out or feel like they have to—” “After. What,” he repeats. He’s not on the stool anymore. Instead, his palms brace both sides of my bare thighs, and he leans into me. Close enough that his scent becomes my entire universe.
