Moira Lawson needs one signature to protect her nephew from the system that failed her as a child. Instead she finds Dr. Quinlan Usher, whose stern authority makes her pulse quicken in ways she cannot explain.

Every examination begins with detached efficiency and never ends there. He tells her to undress and recline, and his voice drops when she does. His gloved fingers find the small tattoo at the base of her spine, and nothing about that is clinical.

She obeys, heart hammering, while the threat of exposure to a rival physician and the loss of her only family hangs in the balance. How far will the doctor's clinical command take them before the line between care and possession destroys them both?