Page 209 of My Rules

I blink. What?

“Your reputation precedes you, Dr. Grayson.”

“I ...” I shrug with a smile. “Dr. Holland, I’m honored, but I don’t believe I’m qualified for the position.”

“That’s not true.”

“To lead an entire children’s hospital?” I frown.

“I want you to streamline and implement your clinical policies and procedures. We need a leader who excels in patient care. Yes, it’s true we have more-qualified applicants on paper, but it’s your bedside manner with patients and parents alike and your desire to buck current trends in care that sets you apart. You’ve been nominated by the heads of your department, and it’s not just them that think this is the role for you. Many do. I’ve had several recommendations.”

I open my mouth to reply, and she cuts me off. “Just think about it.” She passes me her card. “Albert Costantino is retiring, and we want fresh, new blood from a doctor who’s hungry to deliver the best possible care.”

“I’m flattered.” I smile. “Although I must decline. I couldn’t possibly leave my practice here. I’ve worked way too hard to walk away from it now.”

“Disappointing. This would be a life-changing role for your career.” She shrugs with a smile. “I do understand, though.” She shakes my hand. “Call me if anything changes.” Her hand holds mine for a beat longer as her eyes hold mine. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“You too.”

Hmm . . .

With one last look, she gets up and leaves my office and closes the door behind her. I stare at it for a beat.

Did that just happen?

I make my way to my car with a spring in my step. Although I have no intention of taking it, the offer is a huge ego boost. I work so hard to build strong relationships with my patients and their parents, so to have it acknowledged like that feels like I’ve won the lottery.

I smile as I pull out of the parking lot. Who am I kidding? I’ve already won the lottery. The most beautiful woman in the world is in love with me.

Ring, ring . . . ring, ring . . .

My phone echoes through the car.

“Blake Grayson.”

“Hi, baby.”

I smile when I hear the familiar voice and turn the corner. “Hi, Mom.”

“What are you up to?”

“Just on my way home.”

“Ah, that’s right, the Christmas concert is tonight. I wish we could come.”

“Yeah.” I smile as I drive. “If it wasn’t sold out, you could have.”

“Your first Christmas concert,” she gushes. “The first of many.”

“I’ve been picking glitter out of my hair for a week,” I tell her. “You have no idea how many props we’ve painted over the last few weeks.”

“These Christmas concerts are a big deal.” She laughs. “Look at you.”

“Look at me what?”

“Being the perfect boyfriend. You’ve transitioned into this part of your life so incredibly well. I’m so proud of you, love.” I can hear the pride in her voice, and it makes me smile. “Rebecca is a lucky girl to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one, Mom.”

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