Mistakenly Yours

“"I have a doctor's appointment Thursday," Lily heard herself say. "Nine AM. Midtown Medical Center." It wasn't an invitation. Not exactly. But it wasn't a rejection either. Jasper's throat worked. "I'll be there." "Don't-" She stopped, reconsidered. "Don't come if you're going to treat it like a business meeting. Don't come if you're going to bring contracts or lawyers or-" "I'll come as your..." He hesitated, searching for the word. "As someone who cares what happens in that room." The lawyer cleared his throat softly, a reminder of the unsigned documents between them.”