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a commando than a head doctor.
    He’ll be married for sure, although I didn’t notice a ring. I bet his wife is a doctor too, or something equally as impressive. And if, by some fluky chance, he is still single, then after meeting Bruno and seeing what I’ve put up for years, he’ll be turned off me for sure. Who wouldn’t be? I wanted to rip my bruised cheek right off my face.

Chapter 5
    Dominic
    I ran up the waterfall of steps that lead into the Health Centre . Annabelle from the floor above us was there on the landing, holding the door wide open for me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was no coincidence. She arrives just ahead of me, most mornings. We’re always riding the lift together, and too often we’re alone.
    She smiled my way and held on to the glass door.
    “Cheers,” I said, replacing her hand, and gesturing for her to go through first.
    “How are you today, Dominic?” There was definitely a hint of sexy in her voice. Was she flirting?
    “Never better,” I lied and pressed the upward button on the elevator. Thankfully, a crowd came streaming through the double doors, saving me from a tense ride alone with her. It can take forever to get to the eighth floor, the floor that belongs to us. Thank goodness for the nurses, office workers, and doctors rushing in, pushing us against the back wall. I was in no mood to make polite conversation with anyone, especially not with Annabelle. Well, actually, I wanted a conversation with Jack, but no one other than him.
    Friggin’ hell, was Jack working today? I couldn’t remember. The other doctors in my practice work every day but Jack’s a bit older than the rest of us and he has clinics in other places so he’s only rostered on for three of the five days. Sometimes those days switch and change. I watched the buttons light up as we climbed floors.
    The lift pinged when we hit eight, the lift doors opened and I darted out. I didn’t look back.
    Hannah was behind the reception desk, as always. Does the woman live here or what? I raised my brow in welcome then bolted down the hallway.
    That silhouette looked like Jack to me. I studied the outline through the frosted glass door: thick-set, solid grey, definitely male. I didn’t knock, didn’t need to because it was too early for patients. We never saw anyone before nine.
    I leaned on the oversized steel handle with way too much force. The door whooshed open in a rush.
    Geeze, I needed to calm myself down. I’d snapped at my favourite barista this morning because he’d forgotten to add sugar and considering I like the guy and no one in Sydney makes better coffee, it was a pretty dumb thing to do. Then, I’d shoved my way through the hordes pouring from the train station, almost pushing everyone out of my way.
    I needed more sleep. I reckon I only got two or three hours, at best. There’s nothing worse than tossing and rolling the night away, watching the clock tick round.
    All night long, I couldn’t shake those images away, couldn’t get them out of my head. I kept picturing Bruno and Winter together. Why’s everything worse in the middle of the night? I pictured her lying in hospital, beaten and barely alive.
    It was a relief when the first rays of morning poked through the blinds. I showered and dressed and tried to conjure up a mental picture of the work roster. No matter how hard I tried though, I couldn’t visualise the square that represented today, the square that said who was rostered on to work. Was Jack? We’re a great group of doctors, I’m proud of us. We all get on well together and we do a good job too, but there’s only one Jack. God knows I could do with a dose of his wisdom right now.
    Yesterday shouldn’t have come as a shock to me but it did. I don’t know why I’m taking it so hard. I knew Winter was married to that bastard. But I didn’t expect to find in-your-face signs of domestic abuse. I couldn’t miss her cheek. I wanted to slam Bruno one and break his nose