Chapter 34

When Charisse came to, daylight was streaming in through the window. She shifted a little, and the moment she did, Owen—who was leaning over by her bedside—snapped awake. "Charisse, are you still feeling bad?" Her last memory was blacking out in the bathroom of the presidential suite. Must've been Elliot who brought her here... "Owen, why are you here?" "Dr. Reid called me. I came right away." Charisse shook her head. "You shouldn't have come, Owen. This isn't your concern." There was a pitiful look in Owen's eyes. "How could I not be worried? Even if we broke up, when Dr. Reid said you fainted, I couldn't just sit there. Charisse, I know you didn't want to see me, but I couldn't help it..." He hesitated for a beat, then gave a small, hopeful smile. "Charisse, I know there's still something between us. When you passed out yesterday, you called out my name." Charisse froze. "I did?" "Yeah. You said my name—me, Dr. Reid, and..." He paused, then looked downright smug. "Elliot heard it too