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bad from a business perspective. He was the one holding Bayview Grace back, because as far as Virginia was concerned, Edwin Schultz wanted to drop the axe on her hospital.

      “Dr. Potter, I’d like to speak with you about Dr. Brice in private.”

      “Of course,” Virginia said, rolling her eyes when his back was turned. She opened a door to a dark exam room, flicked on the lights and ushered Mr. Schultz inside. When she had closed the door, she crossed her arms and braced for a verbal onslaught of tsunami proportions.

      “What was that?” Mr. Schultz asked.

      “A pneumothorax. The chest tube insertion probably saved the man’s life.”

      “Can you be certain?”

      “If Dr. Brice hadn’t have performed that procedure, the patient would’ve certainly died.”

      Mr. Schultz frowned. “But in the middle of the ER? In front of the investors and other patients?”

      “It wasn’t planned, if that’s what you’re implying.” Virginia counted to ten in her head. Her whole body clenched as she fought back the urge to knock some common sense into Edwin Schultz’s addled brains.

      “I didn’t say it was, Dr. Potter.” He snorted, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at his sweaty bald head. He folded it up again and placed it in his breast pocket. “I’m suggesting that maybe you should have a talk with him about the proper place to perform a medical procedure.”

      She wanted to tell Schultz that sometimes there was no time to find a proper room or an OR in trauma surgery when a life was at stake, only that wasn’t the diplomatic way and she’d worked so hard to become one of the youngest chiefs at Bayview Grace, heck, one of the youngest in San Francisco at the age of thirty. She wasn’t about to give that up. Job stability was all that mattered.

      Her career was all that mattered.

      “I’ll have a talk with Dr. Brice when he’s out of surgery.”

      Mr. Schultz nodded. “Please do. Now, let’s go take care of the investors because if they don’t invest the money we need, the emergency department will have to be cut.”

      “Cut?” Virginia’s world spun around, her body clenching again. “What do you mean, cut?”

      “I was going to speak to you later about this, but the hospital is losing money. Many members of the board feel that Bayview Grace could make a lot more money as a private clinic. The emergency department is the biggest detriment to the hospital’s budget.”

      “We’re a level-one trauma center.” And they had just got that distinction because of two years of her blood, sweat and tears.

      Mr. Schultz sighed. “I know, but unless we get the investors we need, we have no choice.”

      Virginia cursed under her breath. “And how do you feel, Mr. Schultz?”

      “I think we should close the emergency department.” The head of the board said no more and pushed past her.

      Virginia scrubbed her hand over her face.

       What am I doing?

      As a surgeon, she wanted to tell Mr. Schultz what she thought about shutting down Bayview Grace’s ER, but she didn’t. She held her tongue, like she always did, and her father’s words echoed in her ear.

       “Don’t tick off the boss man, darling. Job security is financial security.”

      And financial security meant food, home and all the necessities.

      Virginia wanted to hold onto her job, like anyone did. She wouldn’t wish a life of poverty like she’d endured as a child on her worst enemy.

      So she was going to hold her head up high and make sure those investors didn’t walk away. She was going to make sure Bayview’s ER didn’t close its doors so the people who worked in trauma didn’t lose their jobs.

      Though she respected Dr. Brice and his abilities, she knew she had to rein him in to keep control of her hospital.

      She just didn’t know how she was going to do that, or that she really wanted to.

      “Where’s the family?” Gavin asked the nearest nurse he could wrangle.

      “Whose family?” the nurse asked, without looking up from the computer monitor.

      Gavin bit back his frustration. He knew he had to be nicer to the nurses. At least here he had them.

      “Mr. Jones, the man with the crush injuries who had the pneumothorax.”

      The nurse’s eyes widened. “In the waiting room. Mrs. Jones and her three teenage sons. They’re hard to miss.”

      “Uh, thank you…”

      The nurse rolled her eyes. “Sadie.”

      “Right. Thanks.” Gavin cursed inwardly as he ripped off his scrub cap and jammed it into a nearby receptacle. He should really know her name since he’d been working with her for six weeks, but Gavin couldn’t keep anyone’s name straight.

      Except Virginia’s.

      It wasn’t hard to keep her name straight in his head. The moment he’d met her, his breath had been taken away with those dark brown eyes to match the dark hair in a tidy chignon. She was so put together, feminine, like something out of a magazine, and then she spoke about all the rules and regulations, about everything he was doing wrong, and it shattered his illusion.

      No wonder the staff called her Ice Queen. She was so cold and aloof. There was no warmth about her. It was all business.

      The woman was a brilliant surgeon, he’d noticed the few times they’d worked together, but she was always slapping his wrists for foolish things.

      “It’s not sanitary. Legal is going to talk to you. The hospital could get sued,” Virginia had stated.

      In fact, when he had a moment, he planned to discuss the functionality and the layout out of this emergency department with her and the board.

      It was horrendous.

      When he’d been working in the field, in developing countries, everything he’d needed had been within arm’s reach, and if it hadn’t been then he’d made do with what he’d had and no one had complained. No one had talked about reprimanding him.

      He’d been free to do what he wanted to save lives. It’s why he’d become a trauma surgeon, for God’s sake.

      If he wasn’t needed in San Francisco, if he had any other choice, he’d march into Virginia’s office and hand in his resignation.

      Only Lily and Rose stopped him.

      He was working in this job, this suffocating, regimented environment, because of them. He didn’t blame them; it wasn’t their fault their mother had died. It’s just that Gavin wished with all his heart he was anywhere but here.

      Although he liked being at home with them. He wanted to do right by them. Give them the love and security he’d never had.

      Gavin stopped at the charge desk and set Mr. Jones’s chart on the desk to fill out some more information before he approached the family with news.

      “You know that was the board of directors you traumatized today,” Sadie said from behind the desk.

      Gavin grunted in response.

      What else was new?

      Board of directors. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I suppose Dr. Potter wants to have a little word with me?”

      “Bingo.” Sadie got up and left.

      Gavin cursed under his breath again. “When?” he called after her.

      “Ten minutes ago,” she called out over her shoulder.

      Damn.

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