Irina's POV
Mack and Lauren kept chatting endlessly, and eventually the car fell silent.
I rested with my eyes shut, letting a tiny smile creep across my face. Being a doctor, I'd spotted something off about that water bottle right away. I was just eager to see what scheme this pair had cooking.
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Wilson's POV
At the Colton Hotel, I lounged around in gray casual wear. My finger lingered over the chat window with Irina, unsure what message to send.
"Just message her already," Sloane said, throwing me an annoyed look as she passed by. "Wilson, if you keep stalling like this, you'll lose her completely."
I glanced at Sloane sideways, my breathing getting heavier. "Someone's pursuing her?"
Sloane stopped to consider it. With Irina's beauty, medical expertise, and cooking talents, it made sense she'd have guys competing for her attention.
"Obviously." Sloane nodded enthusiastically. "So you better move fast and make her my sister-in-law."
