Holly Sinclair's voice died in her throat.
For a moment, she was stunned, staring at the man and woman tangled together on the hospital bed.
Then came a cold sneer.
'They really are desperate.'
'Getting it on regardless of the time or place… What's the difference between them and beasts?'
The moment Tristan Sterling saw Holly Sinclair appear at the door, he instinctively started to get up.
But Vivian Linton was a step faster, wrapping her arms around his neck and making them look even more intimate.
At the same time, Vivian Linton shot a glance toward Holly Sinclair.
The faint smile playing on her lips was filled with provocation and smug satisfaction.
Holly understood.
'So this was another one of Vivian Linton's little schemes.'
She had gotten a call from the hospital early this morning. They said her brother's attending physician, Ian Quincy, needed her to come in.
