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bedroom to grab it from the dresser. “Dr. Halston,” I answered.
    “Doctor,” Debbie, the shift supervisor said urgently, “Heather developed a complication. The on call doctor wants to open her up again, but I knew you’d want to be the one.”
    “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I responded before hanging up and tossing my phone on the bed. I rushed into the bathroom and turned the shower on.
    “I’m sorry, baby, I’ve got to go in.”
    Ellie frowned. “Heather?”
    I nodded and hopped into the glass stall. She hurried in after me and began to rush through a shower too. I should have expected she would want to be there as well. Heather was also her patient.
    Our personal stuff would have to wait. We reached the hospital and I confirmed Heather needed additional surgery. I wanted to put my fist through a wall, but my volatile reaction wouldn’t help either of us. Ellison pulled me into the scrub room and helped me prep. Her presence soothed my turbulent emotions, infusing me with calm and determination.

Chapter 6
Ellison
    L ong hours and exhaustion were the norm in a surgeon’s life, but they were hell on relationships. Even when both people were doctors apparently. Jack and I had spent so many hours at the hospital since Heather’s emergency surgery that we hadn’t been able to revisit the whole ‘trying to knock me up’ conversation. Not that it had stopped him from giving his pregnancy plan another go or two—or twelve. I’d taken to putting condoms in my purse, lab coat pockets, his pockets, both our cars... pretty much everywhere. Not that it had done a lick of good. In the heat of the moment, I never remembered to ask him to put one on, and he sure as hell never offered. I was beginning to wonder if it was my subconscious trying to tell me I actually wanted the smug bastard to knock me up.
    The timing was horrible, though, with the offer of my dream job dropping in my lap. A decision I’d successfully avoided thinking about over the last week, too. Judging by the increasing frequency of the calls coming from Declan, time was running out. The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced down and recognized the number on the display.
    Speak of the devil.
    “Hey, Declan,” I answered. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to you with a response yet.”
    “No apology needed, Ellison,” he assured me. “I expect my call caught you unaware after we went with a different candidate initially.”
    “It definitely was unexpected,” I confirmed.
    “The board and I want to make it clear how committed we are to having you on our team.”
    He was telling me exactly what I would have given almost anything to hear a year ago. “I appreciate that, Declan, and you know how excited I was by the prospect of working for you when I interviewed last year.”
    “Why do I hear a but in there somewhere?”
    “I’m just not sure I want to make the move right now,” I sighed.
    “Give me a chance to convince you otherwise. Let me take you to lunch so we can talk it through face-to-face.”
    “Lunch?” I repeated. How would that even work with him in Minneapolis and me in Rock Springs? “When?”
    “Today.”
    His answer shocked me, stopping me in my tracks as I walked through the hospital corridor. “Are you in Nebraska?”
    “I told you the board and I wanted to convince you of how serious we are about you taking this job.”
    “So you hopped on a plane to come to me? For lunch?” I sputtered, feeling flattered by the lengths to which they were willing to go to talk to me about the job. It helped soothe some of the sting from when they’d not selected me for it previously.
    “I will if you tell me you’re available for lunch today.”
    My stomach growled, reminding me I’d skipped breakfast. Turning down a free lunch was silly. “Sure, I can do lunch.”
    “Great! I’ll pick you up at the hospital?”
    “Sure,” I drawled, thinking about how I could make sure we