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Chapter 68: Reunion, part 2
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 69: Holiday mood
EMMA "Well, that was an interesting party." Noah kept his eyes on the road as we drove along the road that connected the farm with my cabin. "Lots of surprises." "Really?" I stared out my window. "I thought there was only the one." "You mean Deacon showing up, right?"I made a small noise in the back of my throat. "Yeah." I couldn't manage any more words. I'd been holding myself together by the thinnest of threads for several hours, and it felt as though I was on the verge of shattering. "That was the big one," Noah agreed. "But I was also kind of shocked by how calmly Jimmy and Anna took the news. And by the fact that he never ended up coming back downstairs. I mean, he's been away for over a year, and he comes home and takes a long nap?" Anna had gone upstairs to check on her grandson about an hour after he'd left Noah and me in the kitchen. She'd come back downstairs moments later, her face placid. "Poor thing's exhausted. He was on his bed in just a towel-I'm assuming
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 70: Not ready to make nice
EMMAI didn't sleep well at all that night. I tossed and turned, dreamed and woke up often. When I opened my bleary eyes again at a little after five, I decided to give up and go into the hospital. I was too tired and cranky to bother with dressing up as much as I usually did when I went to work. Ignoring my pretty sundresses, skirts and other doctor-appropriate attire, I tugged a pair of comfy jeans off a shelf. As I pulled them on, I decided a season-appropriate shirt would redeem my dress-down Sunday and went with a long-sleeved green cotton shirt and a cute little Santa Claus pin. There. Now I was not a slob . . . I was Christmas adorable. Twenty minutes later, thanks to non-existent traffic this early on a Sunday, I was walking down the hallway of St. Agnes' oncology wing, feeling a little more awake thanks to the coffee I'd sipped on my drive in. I heard my name coming from an open door and froze. The light was on in Deacon's office for the first time in over a year. And e
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 71: Christmas morning on the farm
DEACONDespite the fact that I'd grown up without either of my parents in my life, I'd always loved the holidays. That was entirely thanks to two grandparents who'd made sure that I had the best Christmases possible as a kid, with every bit of celebration and revelry imaginable. We did it all, and we did it up big: from the community party on the weekend before Christmas to the church service on Christmas Eve, from the huge fresh evergreen that took up residence in the corner of the living room in mid-December to the stockings hung on the fireplace, overflowing with gifts. This year, I didn't expect much. After all, Gram and Pop hadn't expected me to be home to spend Christmas with them, so they couldn't be blamed if they'd made other plans or if there was nothing under the tree or in those stockings for me. But to my surprise, when Gram had called me downstairs on Christmas morning-I always spent the night with them on Christmas Eve so that we could enjoy breakfast and gifts togeth
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 72: Hail and farewell
EMMA"Thank you all for this wonderful farewell lunch. I really appreciate it." Alison looked around the room, her smile warm. "Special thanks to Dr. Girard. With all due respect, if he hadn't felt the sudden urge to take off for Europe for a year, I never would've gotten the chance to come work with you all. I'm grateful that I did." She paused and then added, "And I'm also really thankful that he came back eventually, because that forced me to go figure out exactly what it is I want to do now. I'm excited about the next chapter." I slid a sideways glance at Deacon to see how he'd react to Alison's teasing. To my surprise, he was laughing along with everyone else, and it didn't seem to be forced. It appeared that he was genuinely enjoying himself. "Is it just me, or is Deacon a lot more relaxed since he came back from Slovenia?" Jenny's murmur was at my ear, since she stood behind me. "Like, less intense and more-dare I say it? Relaxed?" I shrugged. "I couldn't tell you. Maybe.
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 73: Not all memories are happy ones
EMMA"Emma? Are you coming in?" Alison poked her head out of the door, her forehead knit together in concern. "Everything okay?" "Yes, sorry. Just . . . lost in thought, I guess." I followed her into the office, swallowing back a groan of frustration when I saw that Deacon was sitting on that damn couch. His eyes met mine, and fuck him to hell and back, I knew he knew what I was remembering. One side of his mouth quirked up, and he pointed at the chair opposite him. "I thought we'd be more comfortable sitting here." He managed to say it blandly, as though I wasn't fully aware of the game he was playing with him. "Sure. Good idea." Alison took the chair, which left me no choice but to sit on the other cushion of the sofa. I edged as far away from Deacon as I could. Alison swiped her fingers over her tablet and launched into a brief refresher history of George Brewer's illness. He was a forty-nine-year old male in good overall health up until a little over a year ago. He'd bee
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 74: Board meeting
DEACON"These board meetings are boring as hell, aren't they?" The woman who was sitting in the chair alongside mine had been shifting subtly toward me for the past twenty minutes. I'd been trying to ignore it-and her-but now she was upping the ante by whispering in my ear. I didn't care to engage in a muttered conversation like we were in junior high, so I only offered her a quick, tight smile and leaned back in my chair, hoping she'd take the hint. The treasurer was giving her report, and I did my best to focus on the numbers. Board meetings were not my favorite part of practicing medicine, but they were a necessary evil-or at least they had been since I'd approached the board about building an oncology wing at St. Agnes almost five years ago. I'd had to convince the board that the wing was needed and possible. I'd had to show that I could spearhead the effort to fund its building and its continuation. Tonight, though, I wasn't sure why I'd been invited-a fancy way of saying c
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 75: Nothing's sacred in your hometown
DEACON"Well, this place is totally adorable." Deanna sat back in her overstuffed chair, steaming mug of cappuccino in her hand, gazing around at the bustling coffee house. "I can't believe I didn't know about it until now." "I can't, either," I chuckled, taking a drink of my own coffee. "Harper Springs isn't that big. Any new business tends to stand out." "Oh, I'm not local." Deanna shook her head and blew on the hot liquid. "I live about forty-five minutes north.""Seriously? That's quite a commute." "I know, believe me." She smiled ruefully. "But the housing market around Harper Springs isn't exactly booming. I didn't want to live in an older apartment above someone's garage, and I'm not ready to buy property yet. I'd like to travel a little before I settle down." Her bright blue eyes rested on me. "I think we have that in common. I get the feeling you're not the kind who wants to stay in one place, either." "Not sure I can say that's true. I own a house here in Harper Spr
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 76: Vegan temptation
EMMA"Pass me the nutritional yeast, please?" I held out my hand to Noah, who frowned as he lifted a box and then put it back on the counter. "Remind me which one that is?" I grinned. "It's the cheesy stuff. In the pouch." "Oh, yeah. Right." He picked up the right one this time and handed it to me. "Here you go." "Thanks." I added a pinch of the yeast to my blender and pushed the button to start it. Noah stood back, his huge arms folded over his equally massive chest. The expression on his face was best classified as skeptical. I gave the blender a couple of extra whirls before I lifted the jar from the base. Taking off the lid, I stuck my finger in to swipe at the side, taking a taste. "Mmmmm. It's good." I dipped again, this time lifting my finger to Noah's mouth. "Here. Taste." He wrinkled his nose, which was adorable beyond words. "You put your finger in our food?""Yes, Noah, I did. Deal with it. It's only you and me eating this-I promise I won't try to package it to
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