Shane Sterling finished speaking and leaned in toward her.
As they drew closer, Isla Prescott's breath mingled with his, and she felt her body go slightly rigid.
The small hospital garden was hardly a deserted place. The path they were on, in particular, connected to the cafeteria, so family members of patients were constantly walking back and forth to get meals.
Just as Shane Sterling was about to touch her lips, Isla Prescott turned her head away.
"Don't do this."
His kiss missed, but he didn't seem the least bit surprised. "Not ready yet, huh? That's fine. But when I get back, asking for a passionate welcome-back kiss wouldn't be too much, would it?"
Isla Prescott realized what he was doing. "So, you're just here to give me a heads-up?"
"I thought you might need some time to prepare yourself mentally."
"Then why didn't you give me time to prepare last time?"
"Last time? What last time?"
"You know, the time with the stamp."
