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Justine took a deep breath in and out.

There could be worse things in life than getting to live on an island for six months.

She could come home on her days off if she needed to.

The biggest complaint she had right now was packing again. That hadn’t been fun.

“When do you need me to start?” she asked.

“April seventh,” Joyce said.

She looked at her watch. It was March nineteenth.

“That’s not even three weeks,” she said, wincing. Though, she could have been told she had to start next week, so should be looking at the bright side of it. Too bad the sun wasn’t shining so well in her life.

“No,” Joyce said. “I’m sorry. I’m buying as much time as I can. I’m sure this is the last thing you wanted to hear.”

“I’ve heard worse in the past few months,” she said sadly. “This should be easy enough.”

“Again, I’m sorry,” Joyce said when she stood up.

“It’s fine. I’ll get back to work now.”

She left Joyce’s office and returned to the pharmacy.

“Well?” Tim asked. “That was fast. How bad was it?”

She forced a smile on her face. Might as well act happy about it so no one talked smack behind her back to her boss.

“I get to spend six months on an island.”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “Oh man, Justine. I’m sorry. That sucks for you.”

Great, more comments to make her look forward to one more major upheaval.

How bad was this going to be?

Chapter One

Welcome You

“Morning, Dr. Mills.”

“Morning to you,” Garrett said when he got out of his car on Monday morning. He didn’t remember the medical tech’s name that filled in once last month.

There were temps coming in and out of his office all the time, and though he tried to be good with names, it didn’t always happen.

His office didn’t open for another thirty minutes. He liked to get here early and get everything in order before his day started.

He pulled his bag out that held his laptop and lunch, then reached for the two boxes on the front seat.

The crisp morning breeze of early April woke him up after a great night’s sleep.

Something he hadn’t had in a long time.

The decision to spend a year in his weekend home and work on the island to recharge might have been exactly what the doctor ordered.

He grinned over that thought.

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