Prologue

1 year ago

Cameron and I have crossed paths many times, but it wasn’t until we ended up in rooms right next to each other that I began to really notice him.

After Nessa lost the baby, the two of us took up residency in the large estate in Norway. Cameron was struggling a bit, blaming himself for Nessa’s loss after he performed the surgery that saved her life, so I offered my services. It didn’t take long before we realized there was something between us.

Which is why I had to put up a wall. He kissed me, poured his soul out to me, and I walked away. Yet, the next day, he was still there.

His charming smile helped to settle my nerves even as I tried not to let myself get used to it.

As much as everyone here is a family, for me, this is a job. If I cross that line, then there’s no going back. I’m a therapist and a psychiatrist, trained in many different fields with two doctorates. I have no business toying with emotions like love because I know just how sticky that can be.

“Good morning,” a soothing voice says as I step out of my room to head down to breakfast. The kids will be moving into their new house soon, and I want to get a head start on the day because some of them are going to need a little help with the change.

“Good morning,” I reply in my most professional voice. I can tell Cameron sees right through my act as I adjust my blouse and walk down the stairs, only barely catching his words.

“It is, now that I’ve seen you.”

My heart flutters in my chest, but I take a big boot and stomp on that fucker because I cannot go there. I could lose this life if I did. Things are finally stable for me, and I’m not sure I’m ready to give that up. Not even for all of the tea in the world.

So I make myself a hot cuppa and do my best to focus on work. Only work. And not the sexy-as-hell doctor who sleeps in the room next to mine.