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Didn’t he know that!

“But it’s also rewarding,” he said. “Especially visiting with patients like you. So, how have you been feeling?”

“Wonderful,” Sharon said. “Loving life.”

“See,” he said, smiling. “Rewarding.”

He just had to keep reminding himself of that.

Chapter Two

A Trial Run

“You know,” Troy said when the good-looking doctor walked away leaving her some sugary treats, “Dr. Mills is a great guy.”

“So you made it seem,” she said, moving over to look at the box of donuts. There were six in there and only she and Troy working right now. Another tech would be in soon.

She found a jelly and pulled it out.

Troy laughed. “He’s great with the patients, but it’s not an easy job.”

“Oncology,” she said. “Got it.”

When she’d heard the name Mills, she knew there were several doctors with that last name in the hospital. But she’d been lost in his dark blue eyes too much to register he was probably a doctor and not some administrator coming to kiss up and tell her how it was going to be.

Nothing on him shouted a doctor, no badge she could see, no lab coat, scrubs, or stethoscope. His close-cut beard, charming smile, and deep voice didn’t come across as someone treating patients but more likely a man causing a woman’s heart to stop.

When she finally pulled her eyes away from his face, she saw a gray Oxford shirt that had black stripes in it. She didn’t even know he had donuts until he moved them onto the counter. For all she knew he rode a desk and that was what she assumed.

That assumption bit her in the rump and most likely made her look like a cold jerk in his eyes.

Not the best way to start her first day.

“My cousin is a nurse back there,” Troy said. “Part time. She’s part time in the hospital too. She said Dr. Mills is awesome to work for. He’s been here for years filling in, but is now on the island for a year temporarily.”

“Gee, did he get stuck like me?” she asked. She wasn’t even being sarcastic about it. More like sympathetic that it was twice as long as her.

The apartment the hospital was supplying for her was bigger than the one she had in Boston. She was a five-minute walk from the beach and it was a quiet area.

She didn’t have a ton to complain about there.

Her biggest complaint was that she moved over on Saturday and only had two days to unpack and get food and settle in.

She was more tired than anything in the past three weeks since she found out. She hadn’t had more than one day off in a row and not enough time to come here and look around at her new temporary home.

But hey, the commute to work was pretty sweet. Ten minutes compared to fighting traffic or mass transportation.

So yeah, so far, it wasn’t too bad for forty-eight hours.

Troy frowned. “No,” he said. “He volunteered for it.”

“Why?” she asked.

Someone like him had to have a significant other. That would make life harder if that was the case. Or even kids.

“He has family here. And a home,” Troy said. “You know about this island, right?”

“Not really,” she said. “I moved to Boston from Indiana a few months ago.”

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