ALISONI'd known it was coming, but still, the hurt stabbed into my gut like a sucker punch. I straightened, planting both feet on the floor to center myself before I answered her."Okay. What do you want to know about Tom?" "How did you meet?" "Ahhh . . ." I ran the tip of my tongue over my front teeth. "He was a fellow in the program during my last year of residency. All of us were in awe of him because he was so incredibly intelligent and very intense. We used to joke that he didn't really exist outside the med center. He didn't fool around, he didn't make small talk, and he wasn't interested in our personal lives. But even so, we all respected the hell out of him. He was a genius." "Sounds a little intimidating." "Totally. But one day, he asked me to help him with a study he was launching. I was shocked that he even knew my name, but he called me Alison like we were old buddies. Of course, I said yes. The other residents were jealous as hell, but I didn't care. Getting sp
NOAH"Noah Spencer, you gutless coward. I am so pissed off at you. Why did you do this-or more accurately, why did you not do this? And I bet you're sitting there listening to this message with a smirk on your stupid face. UGH!!"Leaning against a wall in the locker room, I snickered as I listened to Emma's voicemail. She wasn't wrong-I did have a smirk on my stupid face. "Victoria is an amazing woman. She'd be perfect for you-she loves football, she's super smart, she works in the research department of a pharmaceutical company, and her passion is developing holistic medications for kids with cancer, for crying out loud. She's all about family, she wants to have a houseful of children, and last but not least, she's absolutely fucking gorgeous. She's a perfect match for your stupid sexy body and your annoyingly attractive face."Now I was full-out laughing. Only Emma could make a compliment into an insult. "So what I want to know is why you didn't call her. Or at least text her.
NOAHI'd known Tampa's head coach for about four years now. When I'd been traded here from Houston, I'd quickly realized that Dale Briars wasn't the fatherly huggy bear that my previous team's coach had been; no, Coach Briars was all business, brisk and no nonsense. But I'd also found out that he was inherently fair-minded. He gave every player the best shot possible, and even when we screwed up, as we were all wont to do, he might have yelled his fool head off at us, but he also made sure we got the help we needed-and a second chance. I hadn't told my team about Angela's illness for quite a while. She'd been diagnosed early in my tenure with Tampa, and since we were just finding our footing in our new home with our new team family, she didn't want me to be known as the new guy with the sick wife. No matter how much I protested, she had been adamant. So for months, I struggled to keep a happy smile on my face. I didn't break down at practice, and I did my damnedest to leave all of
ALISON"Uh-oh, I think we have a problem here." Stepping into the exam room with my shadowing NP and closing the door behind us, I pretended to consult the tablet in my hand, frowning. "I'm supposed to see Sadie Baxter in here, and I can't find her." Ignoring the woman sitting on the exam table with her arm around a small dark-haired girl, I squatted and peered beneath the desk, the chair, and the table itself. "I'm right here!" The little girl giggled, pulling her feet up and wrapping her arms around her bent legs. "No, that can't be right." I shook my head. "Sadie Baxter is a baby who cries when I try to weigh and measure her. She's not a big grown-up lady like you." "I am! I'm a big girl now. I'm not a baby." Feigning suspicion, I bent over and stared into the child's gleeful face. "Hmmmm. You do seem to have the same beautiful brown eyes that Sadie has. And that smile. . . well, it looks awfully familiar, too." I glanced at Jana Baxter. "And this is definitely Sadie's
ALISON"All right, I admit it. This place is lovely." I sipped tea from my paper-thin china cup and sighed in contentment. "Tell me why we haven't done this before. Little sandwiches, scones, and three levels of the most delicious pastries . . . this is heaven." "Well, I'd do the I told you so dance, but I'm too busy letting this clotted cream give me an orgasm." Darcy popped a corner of her scone, covered with the fluffy cream, into her waiting mouth. "So good." She moaned her appreciation. Emma and I exchanged indulgent smiles. Darcy had been a fairly quiet, serious, hardworking nurse practitioner when I'd arrived in Harper Springs. But since reigniting an old flame with her football-player first love, getting pregnant and married, she'd definitely loosened up."I wonder if they'd consider catering my bridesmaids' luncheon," Emma mused, nibbling on a cookie. "I planned to do it at the farm, but I don't want Anna to cook-not that I don't love her food, I do-but I'd like it if sh
NOAH"Hey. Noah, right? Do you have a second?" I paused just outside the door to the weight room, turning to see who was calling me. When I realized who it was, I forced myself not to grimace. "Ah, sure." I let go of the door's handle and shifted the bag on my shoulder. "Good to see you again, Ms. Connors." "Please. It's Juliet." She glanced around the wide hallway. The place was busy since practice was scheduled to begin in a couple of hours. "Can we go sit down over by the windows?" I nodded my assent and followed Juliet a few yards down to a rounded nook made up of solid glass. The view from there was spectacular at night, taking in the city lights. A couple of chairs faced the windows. Juliet sank into one, and I dropped my bag to the floor and took the other. "It's kind of bustling around here today, isn't it?" She peered around me to look at a bunch of guys shouting insults to each other as they headed down the open steps. "Yeah, most of us like to maximize our hours
ALISON"But he's going to be okay, right, Doc? We caught it in time?" I squeezed the bony hands of the woman sitting next to me in the family waiting room on the med-surge floor at Tampa General. "Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Rooney. Thanks to you insisting that your husband come in to see me, and the two of us getting him to the hospital fast enough, I don't expect there to be any complications. Appendectomies are fairly straightforward procedures these days. And since the appendix hasn't ruptured, that's a point in our favor." "Oh, thank you so much, Dr. Wakely. I just don't know what we would have done without you." Tears trembled on her eyelashes. "No other doctor would've opened up the office on a Sunday just to see one patient." "Well, if I'd realized what was going on, I might have just made a house call and saved you the trip. But it's probably good I didn't, since it was easier to get Mr. Rooney here from my office." "That's true. I'm not sure we could've gotten him here in tim
ALISONWhen I opened the curtain next to his bed, Noah's eyes were closed and his breath was coming fast. Sweat dotted his forehead. It was so incredibly frustrating that I couldn't do anything to help him-nothing but sit here and hold his hand. "Hey." I spoke softly so as not to startle him. "I'm back." "Yeah." His voice was gravelly, and he coughed a little. "What's the news?""Well . . ." I decided to lead with the positive. "I talked to the doctor in charge of your care for now, and she's sending an order for more pain meds. The nurse should be here soon with that." "Okay. That's good." His eyes met mine, and I wanted to cry when I saw the helpless fear there. "What about my leg? What are they saying about it? Are they going to set it or something? Surgery?" I took a deep fortifying breath. "They sent for the orthopedic doctor who usually deals with this kind of injury. Apparently, he's the top of the field. The best of the best." I was babbling and making up some of this