Page 28 of One Foggy Christmas
“Say what again? That she wants me to fly in to be her sub for a few weeks while she’s gone?”
I smile. “Autumn, you are incredible!”
“What did I do?”
“I have to go. There’s something I need to figure out for work.”
I say goodbye before clicking off the call and running to my computer.
Waiting in theparking garage for your boss to arrive at work might seem a little too eager, but I can’t help it.
I’m really excited about this idea.
I thought about calling Nash at home over the weekend but talked myself out of it because Nash is my boss and I’m supposed to be all-in with Stetson. So I waited until bright and early Monday morning.
His Land Rover pulls into the parking garage, and the headlights shut off.
I slowly stand from my spot on the nearest cement parking block.
“Sadie?” Nash looks concerned as he comes around his car. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?”
It’s cute that he’s so worried, but I push those unhelpful thoughts away.
“Locum tenens!” I bounce a little as I burst the words out. I can’t help it.
Nash’s brows crease together. “What?”
“Locum tenens. It’s where providers work at healthcare facilities on a temporary basis to fill in gaps or cover for people who are on vacation or on maternity leave until they come back or until full-time providers can be found.”
Amusement takes over his expression. “I’m aware what locum tenens in the healthcare industry are, but why are you talking about them in the parking garage at seven-thirty in the morning?”
“That’s my big idea.” My smile spans from ear to ear. “That’s how you elevate your business. Think about it. You’re already staffing permanent doctors and nurses. But what if you also provide staffing for temporary positions? What if we work with doctors and nurses around the US and connect them with facilities that need temporary help? Superior Health would be, like, a one-stop shop for every kind of staffing need.”
Right now, I hate how masked Nash’s expression is. I can’t tell if he hates my idea or loves it.
“Why aren’t you saving this to use at your dad’s business?”
“Because bringing you a killer idea is part of my internship.” My shoulders lift. “My dad’s company isn’t set up to take on something of this magnitude. But you are.”
He smiles, and it actually steals my breath. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”
He has.
So many times he’s helping me believe it too.
“So you like it?”
“I love it! I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before.” He walks toward the door, holding it open for me. “Let’s go get started. You have a lot of work to do.”
“Me?”
“Well,us—I’ll help too. But from now on, this is your baby—if you’re okay with that.”
“I’m more than okay with that.”
For the first time since I moved to Chicago, I finally feel like the person I want to be.
NASH
