Page 59 of Unforgettable
She lifted her hand once, a small, dismissive wave that landed harder than any words could have.
And then she drove away.
Brew stood there, watching until the car disappeared from view.
Only then did he exhale.
Slow.
Measured.
Trying to catch up with something that didn’t make sense.
He turned back toward the hospital, his mind working through the moment again, this time more carefully.
The timing.
The interruption.
Sabrina.
He stopped.
Of course.
The realization landed with immediate clarity, irritation following close behind.
He scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck, letting out a breath that held more frustration than he allowed himself to show.
She had seen that.
Seen the hug.
Seen enough to draw a conclusion he hadn’t had the chance to correct.
And she hadn’t stayed long enough to let him.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
He started walking again, slower now, his thoughts shifting from confusion to something more deliberate.
He could fix this, and explain it, and clear it up in five minutes.
Less even. Except. He stopped again.
Because something about the way she had looked at him before she walked away told him this wasn’t just about what she had seen. It was about what she believed. About what she expected. Or didn’t.
And suddenly, it felt less like a misunderstanding … and more like a wall going back up.
Brew let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening slightly.
“Not this time,” he said quietly.
He wasn’t going to let her disappear behind that. Not without trying.
For the first time since he had met her, this wasn’t about a procedure, or recovery, or something he could fix with skill and precision.
This was something else entirely.
