As the door opened, Wood could hear the muffled cries of a young child. At that moment, he knew he had picked the worst possible moment to visit.
What happened to it's the thought that counts? He mentally, but not actually, shook his head to quiet his self-chastisement.
Oliver's face cracked into a small smile. "Hello, Hes-," he stopped mid-sentence.
"Ms. Jones," he nodded. "I was in the err area and I thought I'd stop by since a lot has happened since we last spoke."
As Wood stood there staring into her eyes, he had flashbacks to that night more than a year ago when they had shared a bed and she had left before he had woken.