door
behind her. It was the second time she’d made that mistake.
It’s not that she didn’t know her way to the chief of staff’s
office—it was the one place most familiar to her other than the ER. It’s
just that she had a hard time concentrating. After her encounter with Eli
Holmes, her brain seemed to have taken the afternoon off.
Face it, the brain’s
completely fried .
Monica hated that he had that affect on her. Her senses became more
scrambled every time she got near him, which had occurred way too often these
past few days.
It had taken her a while to remember where she had seen him before, but
when he’d smiled at her back in the conference room Monica had realized he was
the good looking guy from the elevator the day she’d come for her interview. He’d
been dressed casually that day, slacks and a light-colored shirt. She
remembered the way he’d smelled, like expensive cologne. She could recall with
amazing alacrity the electrified tingle that shot through her blood when she
was forced to lean her body flushed against his in the close confines of the
crowded elevator. She had been fully aware of him that day. And the awareness
was back with a vengeance.
Monica had hoped he was just visiting someone when she’d seen him in the
elevator—preferably his wife and newborn baby. She knew from experience
those men held no appeal whatsoever.
But, Dr. Holmes didn’t have a wife or a child—as far as any of the
nurses in the ER knew.
His heroics from the week before, when he’d found a pregnant teen and
delivered her baby in a car, was still all the buzz around the hospital. Talk
of his drop dead gorgeous looks and incredibly fit body soon followed any
conversation where his name happened to surface. In the few days she’d worked
the ER, Monica had heard that name at least a half dozen times.
Now that she’d gotten a dose of Elijah Holmes, Monica completely
understood the hype around him. As her sixteen-year-old sister, Ashley, would
say, the good doctor was all that and a bag of chips.
Not that she was in the mood for snacking. She was not going to renege on
the promise she’d made to herself. No men. Not right now. Her breakup with
Patrick was still too raw.
After another five minutes of ducking into the wrong doorways, Monica
realized she was on the wrong floor.
Her mind was really screwed up
today.
She tried to place the blame for her scattered brain on this morning’s
call from the lawyer of the woman she’d rear-ended Monday, although if she
stopped kidding herself, she could admit to the real reason behind it. The real
reason was six-foot three with an impeccable build and a heart-stopping face.
Why was she so weak when it came to men?
She bypassed the elevators and hurriedly made it down the flight of
stairs. Dr. Slessinger was coming out of his office.
“There you are,” he said. “I was just on my way to look for you.”
“Sorry,” Monica said as she walked through the door he held open for her.
“I’m still learning my way around the hospital.”
“That’s quite understandable.”
Monica only had time for a cursory glance of the spacious office before
her gaze stopped directly on Elijah Holmes.
“I hope you don’t mind my inviting Dr. Holmes to join us.”
Oh no. He was not on the banquet committee. Life could not be this cruel.
“Having worked with Dr. Millgram for years, he’s a veteran at putting on
an outstanding charity banquet. I’m sure Eli is more than willing to help you
along.”
Eli’s mouth tilted up in an amazingly sexy smile.
“I trust I’m not speaking out of turn, Elijah.”
“Not at all,” Eli answered. “No use in Dr. Gardner reinventing the wheel.
We can go over what the banquet committee has done the last few years and build
upon the things that have worked.”
“Excellent,” Slessinger clapped his hands together. He went around his
desk and sat in the leather chair. “I’m really excited about the two of you
working
behind her. It was the second time she’d made that mistake.
It’s not that she didn’t know her way to the chief of staff’s
office—it was the one place most familiar to her other than the ER. It’s
just that she had a hard time concentrating. After her encounter with Eli
Holmes, her brain seemed to have taken the afternoon off.
Face it, the brain’s
completely fried .
Monica hated that he had that affect on her. Her senses became more
scrambled every time she got near him, which had occurred way too often these
past few days.
It had taken her a while to remember where she had seen him before, but
when he’d smiled at her back in the conference room Monica had realized he was
the good looking guy from the elevator the day she’d come for her interview. He’d
been dressed casually that day, slacks and a light-colored shirt. She
remembered the way he’d smelled, like expensive cologne. She could recall with
amazing alacrity the electrified tingle that shot through her blood when she
was forced to lean her body flushed against his in the close confines of the
crowded elevator. She had been fully aware of him that day. And the awareness
was back with a vengeance.
Monica had hoped he was just visiting someone when she’d seen him in the
elevator—preferably his wife and newborn baby. She knew from experience
those men held no appeal whatsoever.
But, Dr. Holmes didn’t have a wife or a child—as far as any of the
nurses in the ER knew.
His heroics from the week before, when he’d found a pregnant teen and
delivered her baby in a car, was still all the buzz around the hospital. Talk
of his drop dead gorgeous looks and incredibly fit body soon followed any
conversation where his name happened to surface. In the few days she’d worked
the ER, Monica had heard that name at least a half dozen times.
Now that she’d gotten a dose of Elijah Holmes, Monica completely
understood the hype around him. As her sixteen-year-old sister, Ashley, would
say, the good doctor was all that and a bag of chips.
Not that she was in the mood for snacking. She was not going to renege on
the promise she’d made to herself. No men. Not right now. Her breakup with
Patrick was still too raw.
After another five minutes of ducking into the wrong doorways, Monica
realized she was on the wrong floor.
Her mind was really screwed up
today.
She tried to place the blame for her scattered brain on this morning’s
call from the lawyer of the woman she’d rear-ended Monday, although if she
stopped kidding herself, she could admit to the real reason behind it. The real
reason was six-foot three with an impeccable build and a heart-stopping face.
Why was she so weak when it came to men?
She bypassed the elevators and hurriedly made it down the flight of
stairs. Dr. Slessinger was coming out of his office.
“There you are,” he said. “I was just on my way to look for you.”
“Sorry,” Monica said as she walked through the door he held open for her.
“I’m still learning my way around the hospital.”
“That’s quite understandable.”
Monica only had time for a cursory glance of the spacious office before
her gaze stopped directly on Elijah Holmes.
“I hope you don’t mind my inviting Dr. Holmes to join us.”
Oh no. He was not on the banquet committee. Life could not be this cruel.
“Having worked with Dr. Millgram for years, he’s a veteran at putting on
an outstanding charity banquet. I’m sure Eli is more than willing to help you
along.”
Eli’s mouth tilted up in an amazingly sexy smile.
“I trust I’m not speaking out of turn, Elijah.”
“Not at all,” Eli answered. “No use in Dr. Gardner reinventing the wheel.
We can go over what the banquet committee has done the last few years and build
upon the things that have worked.”
“Excellent,” Slessinger clapped his hands together. He went around his
desk and sat in the leather chair. “I’m really excited about the two of you
working
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