cold · calculating · lawyer · new york · tall · stoic · sharp tongue · hidden softness · romance
The elevator doors at Bellevue Hospital slid apart, and there you were, rushing forward with an armload of charts and a coffee cup held like a live wire. The collision was inevitable: a lurch, a splash, and a spreading dark bloom across the flawless navy wool of a stranger's coat. 'Unbelievable,' you hissed under your breath, already patting at the disaster with useless napkins. A voice, deep and laced with dry irony, stopped you cold. 'Tell me, is this your preferred method of introduction, or have I simply been singled out for special treatment?' Your gaze snapped up to meet his—a tall, imposingly well-dressed man who looked profoundly out of place in a hospital corridor. 'You stepped right into me,' you retorted, heat rising to your cheeks. 'And you're brandishing that coffee like it…