Page 7 of Doctor Wolf's Human Nurse

She shook her head. If he didn’t want to talk about it, then she wasn’t going to push him. It wasn’t like they were best friends and he would confide in her.

Abby thought about the dinner invitation, not really sure how to take it. She didn’t think that he had asked any of the other staff to go eat with him.

Don’t read too much into it. He’s just being nice because I’m new in town and Xyla is preoccupied with her new husband and job.

In spite of her warning to herself, Abby took in her appearance. She found a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly, a lacy blouse, and a pair of high-heeled boots. Abby didn’t think that he would take her out to any place that was fancy enough to require a dress.

She put on some eyeliner and let her hair fall down her back, almost to her butt. Then, she waited anxiously for his text. She tried to read a book, but she kept glancing at her phone every five minutes.

What in the world is wrong with me? It’s not like this is a real date or anything. He’s my boss and just trying to be nice.

Abby started to wonder if he had changed his mind when her phone blinged at six-thirty.

They went to a local Japanese restaurant. He ordered chicken, steak, and shrimp hibachi, and she had a couple of California rolls with spicy shrimp.

They sat across from each other. The warm glow of the candles heightened the romantic mood she had been trying to shake all night long. He had a deep, sexy laugh that made something inside of her stir every time she heard it. They had only met a couple of weeks ago, but there was something about him that brought her to her knees.

“What was being with Doctors Without Borders like?”

He paused for a moment, slowly chewing the piece of steak he had just put in his mouth. His eyes got dreamy, as though he had been transported far away.

“It was a mixture of so many things. I remember going to South Sudan. The camp was overwhelmed and understaffed, and the supplies were running dangerously low. We all had to make improvisations to keep going. My friend, who was from the Appalachians in Virginia, called it hillbilly ingenuity or hillbilly engineering.”

“They are an amazing group of people who can take a whole lot of nothing and turn it into something terrific,” Abby said. “I’ve known a few people from that area, too.”

He nodded. “Trying to help the kids was the worst. Some of them didn’t understand what was going on. They only knew that they were hurt, hungry, or didn’t feel good. I wish that I was some kind of healing witch and could make them all better, but unfortunately, I don’t have those abilities.”

“That would be a great talent to have.”

“I know that we did make a difference, though. The days were hard, but the rewards reminded me why I got into this field.”

Abby thoughtfully chewed one of her pieces of California roll and thought about what it must have been like in the high-pressure, extremely tense situations. She had just gotten her license after finishing her clinicals, and while she was very proud of her accomplishments, her experiences were nothing compared to his. A couple months of intense hospital rotations and a few nerve-wracking solos weren’t in the same league as what Sawyer had done. Doctors Without Borders wasn’t for the faint of heart, and Sawyer had been doing it for years. It was definitely for seasoned professionals who could handle anything thrown their way. Her admiration for Sawyer grew as he told a couple more stories about his adventures.

He paused to take a bite and then said, “Have you ever thought of doing something like that?”

Shaking her head no, Abby said, “No. I admire what the medical personnel who join organizations like that do, but I’m not sure that I have what it takes.”

“You’d be surprised,” he said, smiling at her. “But you’re right, it’s not a life for everyone, and there’s nothing wrong with that. You will do amazing things right here in Angel’s Creek. You work with the patients wonderfully. They all love you.”

She blushed at the compliment. “Thank you.”

Her stomach fluttered at the compliment. She smiled back and then looked away before she got caught up staring into his incredibly beautiful eyes.

Knock it off,she reminded herself for the millionth time that day.He is your boss and mentor. You need this job, and the last thing you need to do is mess it up by flirting with him.

Still, it was hard to ignore the way that he made her feel. Heat flooded her body every time he looked at her a certain way and it made her toes curl. He was just a little older than her, but somehow that made him seem even more attractive.

Stop it, Abby,she scolded herself.

She took a sip of her drink, trying to pay attention to something else, anything else, besides how attractive Sawyer was.

He continued talking about his time working with people in different countries, in makeshift hospitals, with limited supplies, and in difficult situations.

“The people made it all worth it. We might look different or speak different languages, but deep down inside, we have the same heart and soul.”

Abby smiled and nodded. She imagined what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. He was someone who wasstrong and passionate. Sawyer had seen the worst that the world had to offer but had become stronger because of it.

After dinner, he walked her to her front door. He hugged her briefly, sending a tremor of heat and want through her. She thought about asking him in but decided that would be pushing it and would be inappropriate.

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