the end. Heâd been pulling away, and sheâd found herself becoming something she hadnât liked. A grasping, frightened girl, trying to do her best to hold a fading romance together all by herself.
Never again.
She would never throw her heart back into the ring like she had during her time with James. Tyler had known the score and had been willing to wait for her to trust him fully. When sheâd realized sheâd never be able to give him what he needed, sheâd broken it off.
And she missed his friendship. Especially now. Especially when confronted with a man who still had the power to wound her with the tiniest of barbs.
Like his unwillingness to work on those who so desperately needed his skills?
Yes.
But thereâd been something behind his words. His relationship with his parents had always been rocky at best. And at the very end, when heâd broken off their engagement, heâd said something about his father. The loathing in his voice would have shocked her under normal circumstances but the agony sheâd felt in realizing their relationship was over had drowned any other thoughts for a very long time.
Had the man threatened to cut James from his will for marrying a shy do-gooder who shunned the celebrity scene?
Somehow she couldnât picture James caring one way or the other. Heâd made his own way in the world, his wealthy clientele willing to pay exorbitant prices to be ensconced in the luxury and prestige of his clinic and be catered to by some of the best physicians in the world. From cardiac surgery to face-lifts, from cradle to geriatrics, the medical center gave the finest care available.
Sheâd never understood what had happened between them, other than she hadnât been enough to make him happy. And sheâd been too angry to ask if his surface explanationâthat they werenât right for each otherâwas the truth. After discovering what her aunt had done, sheâd decided she was never going to try to pry the truth out of anyone ever again. They could either tell her or not, but if they chose the latter, she was done with them.
Forcing herself to swallow, she pasted a smile on her face. âThank you. You were right, the meal was delicious.â Not that sheâd actually tasted much of it beyond the first few bites. âIâm ready whenever you are.â
âWould you like coffee?â
She hesitated. James had always liked to finish his meal with a nice strong java, no matter what the time. Caffeine had never seemed to affect him. Neither had anything else. But she suddenly wanted out of the intimate confines of the restaurant and to finish this back on her own turf, where she knew what to do to protect her mind from stray thoughts...and her heart from stray emotions. She decided to go with escape.
âI have a small apartment above the clinic. I can make us a pot of coffee if you want, and we can go over those pictures.â
He frowned. âYou live in the clinic?â
âNot in the clinic, no. Like I said, I have a small studio apartment above it. It saves on transportation costs since I donât have to drive to work.â
And it also made it easy to take those middle-of-the-night emergency calls, since all she had to do was throw on some scrubs and walk down a flight of stairs to get to her clinic.
âWere you there when that window was broken?â
No, sheâd been in the process of breaking things off with Tyler that night. It had taken her almost three weeks to get the window repaired. Something she wasnât going to tell James, because she had the strange sensation he wouldnât be happy about that. Why he would even care, though, was beyond her.
âI was out that night. But it turned out to be nothing. No big drama. No one was hiding inside the clinic.â
His frown deepened. âYou went in by yourself?â
No. Tyler had gone in and checked the place out, even though she
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