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pulled out the letter. “Not quite. They’re still looking at other candidates. They’ll let me know of their decision soon.”

      “You’re still top man on their list, aren’t you?” Andrea asked.

      “Yeah, but they want to review a few more of my cases.” He’d geared his entire career toward this opportunity. To set up his own program, train a team, and make the program in Dallas the best in the country.

      “Don’t worry, boss. I’m sure they’re impressed with your skills.”

      With years of experience as an OR nurse, Andrea didn’t look like she had a soft touch, but she had a talent for making parents feel comfortable. That was a gift he valued. Appreciative of the skills she brought to her job, Scott intended to persuade her to become a part of his new team in Dallas if he was offered the position.

      “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

      “I’ve got the latest blood work on the Quinn kid. You wanted it ASAP.”

      Scott took the lab sheet and studied it. “We shouldn’t have a problem listing him right away.”

      “None that I can think of.” With a purse of her lips and a glint of questioning in her eye, Andrea said, “I know I came into the meeting late, but I’ve never known you to call a parent by their first name. So I’m assuming you two know each other.”

      “Yes, we met while I was in med school, just before I left for my surgical training.” Meeting her look, he refused to give any more information.

      Andrea raised her brows. “Oh. Interesting spot you’re in, Doc. She didn’t sound particularly happy to see you again. History coming back to bite you?”

      Few others would’ve gotten away with such an insubordinate question.

      At his huff, she grinned and slipped back out the door.

      Scott might have found some absurd humor in the situation if it wasn’t such a serious one, and if he hadn’t been so afraid that Andrea was right.

      Hannah was the one nurse that had mattered, too much. The one that had gotten under his skin, making him wish for more. He’d pushed her away because she’d deserved better than he’d been able to give. He still couldn’t believe Hannah had re-entered his life and, of all things, as the mother of one of his patients. Life took funny bends and turns and this had to be one of the most bizarre he’d ever experienced.

      But it didn’t matter what their relationship had been or was now. What mattered was that her son got his second chance at life.

      Hannah made her way to the snack machine area on the bottom floor during the afternoon shift change. She was sitting in a booth, dunking her bag in the steaming water, when Scott walked up.

      Her breath caught. He was still the most handsome man she’d ever known. His strong jaw line and generous mouth gave him a youthful appearance that contrasted sharply with the experienced surgeon he surely was. There was nothing old or distinguished about him, not even a gray hair to indicate his age.

      He still wore the Kelly-green scrubs covered by a pristine white lab coat, which meant he’d been in surgery. She couldn’t see the writing on the left side of his coat, but she knew what was printed above the pocket.

      Embroidered in navy was “Scott T. McIntyre, MD” and under that was “Department of Thoracic Surgery.” Reading those words over and over during their meeting had been her attempt to disconnect from the surreal turn her life had taken. She’d almost reached across the small table and traced the letters with a finger. He’d gotten what he’d wanted. She couldn’t help but be proud for him.

      Scott stepped to the coffee-dispensing machine and dug into his pocket. Pulling his hand out, he looked at his open palm, muttered something under his breath and spilled the coins back into his pants.

      “Here.” She offered him some quarters in her outstretched hand.

      Blinking in surprise, he turned. “Hey. I didn’t see you sitting there.”

      “I know. You were miles away.”

      With a wry smile, he accepted the change. His fingertips tickled the soft skin of her palm as he took the money.

      A zip of electricity ran up her arm. It was a familiar, pleasant feeling, one that her body remembered. But her mind said not to. She put her hand under the table, rubbing it against her jeans-clad leg in an effort to ease the sensation.

      Scott purchased his coffee then glanced at her, as if unsure what to do next. She couldn’t remember seeing him anything but confident. He appeared as off-kilter as she.

      He hesitated. “Do you mind if I join you?”

      “You know, Scott, I’m not really up to rehashing the past right now.”

      “I really think we should talk.”

      Hannah took a second to respond. Could she take any more emotional upheaval especially when she’d just started believing she could breathe again after their last meeting?

      Her “Okay” came out sounding unwelcoming.

      One of his long legs brushed her knee as he slid into the booth. That electric charge sparked again. She drew her legs deeper into the space beneath the table.

      “I’ve just seen the psychologist. Is Jake listed?” Hannah asked into the tense silence hovering between them.

      “I put him on a few minutes ago.” Scott’s tone implied it was no big deal, an everyday occurrence, which it might be for him. For her, it was a major event.

      She breathed a sigh of relief.

      Scott sipped his coffee, before setting the paper cup on the table. He looked at her. “I have to ask: where is Mr. Quinn?”

      “That’s not really your business, is it?”

      “Yes, and no. If he’s going to be coming into the hospital and making parental demands and disrupting Jake’s care, yes, it is. For the other, I’m just curious.”

      “There’s no worries where he’s concerned.” Her look bored into his. “He left us.”

      Scott’s flinch was barely discernible. “When?”

      “Just after Jake was born.”

      “You’ve no family?”

      “None nearby. My sister is living in California now. I told her to hold off coming. I don’t know how long we’ll have to wait on a heart.”

      His sympathetic regard made her look away. “There’s no one that can be here with you?”

      “No. When you’re a single parent with a small child, relatively new to town and you have to work, it leaves little time to make friends.”

      “I understand. Doctors’ hours are much the same way.”

      “As I remember it, you didn’t have any trouble making time for a social life.” She softened the dig with a wry curl of her lips.

      He chuckled. That low, rough sound vibrated around them and through her. She took a sip of her tea.

      Scott drained his cup before looking at her again. “Uh, Hannah, about us …” “There is no us.”

      “You know what I mean. You have to admit this situation is unusual at best.”

      She placed her cup on the table. “Scott, the only thing I’m interested in is Jake getting a new heart. Whatever we had or didn’t have was over and done with years ago. You’re Jake’s heart surgeon. That’s our only relationship.” She probably sounded bitter, but she didn’t have the energy to deal with her emotions where he was concerned. Particularly not today. She needed time to think, to sort through her feelings. Scott twisted his coffee cup around, making a tapping noise on the table.

      “Hannah, I shouldn’t have left

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