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said.
    He frowned. “I’m not familiar with that one.”
    “It’s an experimental drug to help alleviate the symptoms of endometriosis. I’m part of a clinical trial at Richmond Pharmaceuticals.”
    “I didn’t realize…” He wasn’t sure what he meant to say, what was the right thing to say. He’d had no idea that she had to endure what he knew was a painful and chronic condition for a woman, and he hated to think of her suffering.
    But Ashley just shrugged. “It’s not something that comes up in conversation.”
    “It should have been noted in your file,” he said.
    “Eli knows—I talked to him before I was accepted into the test group, but I haven’t had an appointment with him since.”
    Cam believed there still should have been a note in her file,but right now he was more concerned about her current situation. “Is your sister running the trial?”
    She nodded.
    He picked up the cordless phone on the counter. “Call her.”
    “Why?”
    “I want to know if you can take the medication I prescribed or if I should write a scrip for something else.”
    “Look, Cam, I appreciate your concern, but I took some Tylenol when I got home and I’m okay.”
    She wouldn’t have cried out in pain if she was okay and since he figured they were both aware of that fact, he only asked, “Why don’t you want to call your sister?”
    “Why won’t you back off?” she countered.
    “Because I care about you.”
    Maybe he was surprised by the admission, but not by the feelings. He did care about Ashley. He’d always cared about Ashley.
    She turned away from him, but not before he saw the glint of tears in her eyes.
    “You have no right,” she said, her tone laced with both hurt and anger. “No right to barge into my life after twelve years and make such a statement as if it gives you the right to interfere.”
    It was true. He’d given up any right he might have had when he’d ended their relationship a dozen years earlier. But his feelings for Ashley had never been rational, and even when he’d gone away, his feelings for her never had.
    “I’ve always cared about you, Ash, and I always will.”
    She turned away to wrap up the leftover pizza, struggling a little because of her bandaged hand. “Thank you for your concern,” she said, not sounding thankful at all. “Now go away.”
    He knew he should. But instead, Cam scrolled through the list of numbers stored in the memory of the phone still in his hand.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded.
    He found “Megan & Gage” and pressed the call button. “Calling your sister.”
    She stared at him, as if she didn’t really believe he’d do it.
    “It’s ringing,” he warned her.
    She grabbed the phone with her uninjured hand. As obviously unhappy as she was about making the call, she seemed to accept that he would talk directly to Megan if she continued to refuse and had likely concluded that her sister would have fewer questions for her than she would for him.
    After a brief conversation, during which she reassured her sister numerous times that she was fine and didn’t need anyone coming over to check up on her, Ashley said goodbye and disconnected.
    “ That’s why I didn’t want to call her,” she said.
    “Because you knew she’d be worried about you?” he asked, wondering why her sister’s concern should be a problem for Ashley.
    “Because she’s spent too much time worrying about me, and even more over the past four months.”
    “Since the broken engagement,” he guessed.
    She nodded, making him suspect that she might be more distressed over the end of that relationship than he wanted to believe. And though he was undeniably curious about the exfiancé, he forced himself to focus on more immediate concerns.
    “What did Megan say about the medication?”
    “She said it’s fine. I just have to make sure that I inform the admin clerk of the dosage when I go in for my blood work.”
    “Except you didn’t get the scrip filled, did