her hand on his shoulder. Not wanting the contact, he moved his shoulder away. âYes,â he said quietly, âSo am I.â
Chapter Three
A little surprised at his reaction, Raven dropped her hand to her side. âYou donât like being touched, do you?â
âNot particularly.â
His tone was so frosty, a person could freeze to death. Raven began having second thoughts again. She wanted the best for Blue, but she was having trouble convincing herself that someone so removed could care more about the patient than he would gaining another cerebral rush.
âYou know, I read somewhere that neurosurgeons believe theyâre above God.â
Peter switched on his computer. The low humtold him it was going through its pacesâjust like the ones this woman was putting him through.
âNot above,â Peter corrected, âjust working in tandem with.â He blew out a breath. He didnât have time for this because he was due in surgery in an hour. âLook, I donât think you came back here to check out my divinity, or lack thereof. Do you want me to consider taking your brother on as a patient or not?â
âNo, I donât want you to consider taking him on.â She saw the surgeon raise his eyebrows in surprise, so she drove home her point. âI want you to take him. Blue has an incredible zest for life. Iâd like for him to be able to run through it, not restricted in any way.â
He was a realist, weighing the downside rather than the up. Whatever optimism heâd once possessed, the car accident had taken away from him. âThat might not be possible.â
Raven refused to allow any negative thoughts to enter into this. She had to believe the surgery was going to be a success. Anything else was unthinkable.
âIt will be possible, Dr. Sullivan, if you come on board.â
Just yesterday, he thought, sheâd been skeptical, doubting not his ability but his heart. He wondered if he should tell her that he didnât have one. âDespite my emotional distance?â
âAfter due consideration, I donât think thatâll be a problem. You see, Blue likes you.â Theyâd talked about it last night and the boy seemed perfectly willing to put his fate in Sullivanâs hands. She placed a lot of stock in rapport. âIf Blue likes you, you canât help but like him back.â That, to her, was a given. Sheâd never met anyone who hadnât warmed to the boy, usually instantly. âItâs a gift he got from my mother.â
âWhether I like him or not has nothing to do with the surgery.â
There was a knowing look in her eyes he found annoying. As if she was privy to some secret he wasnât allow to know. âI disagree.â
Peter frowned as he typed in his password. Sheâd almost made him forget it. When was the last time that had happened? He was nothing if not organized.
âYouâre free to disagree until the cows come home, that doesnât alter the outcome.â
She laughed, a wave of nostalgia undulating over her. âUntil the cows come home? I havenât heard that expression since I was a little girlâand they really did come home.â She saw his eyebrows knit themselves together in a quizzical wavy line despite plainly visible efforts to resist curiosity. Maybe the man was a little more human than he liked to think. âWe lived on a farm. My parents wanted the simple life.â
âSongbird, Inc. is a Fortune 500 company.â
âThey wanted the simple life,â Raven repeated, emphasizing the crucial word, âbut it kind of got complicated along the way.â Her parents had been wonderful people, taken much too soon. She wanted the whole world to know just how noble, how good they really were. Even this cynical man. âNot so they lost any of their initial values. They just had a lot bigger house to place those values in toward the end. My
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