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text.
We need to talk.
He grunted. She probably heard about her sweet deal and wanted to gloat. He certainly wasn’t going to be inconvenienced. He texted back.
Meet me at my office after work.
Her text came almost immediately. No, not at the hospital.
Fine, we can meet at Lango’s at 7 p.m., he replied.
No, too public.
Sam shook his head. Really? More hoops? How could anyone so sexy, so smart, be so crazy?
Where would you like to meet?
Mikaela looked at the text, exasperated. She didn’t want to meet. That was the problem. She wanted to pretend this whole thing didn’t happen.
Where should they meet? Some place private to discuss their lies and deceit, she winced. She could invite him to her place. Hard to boot him out if she’d had enough, though. His place? She’d have control. That might work. If he still had a house in town.
Do you still have the place on Pinewood?
He replied, Yes.
Can we meet there?
Sure, I’ll pick up some take-out.
It’s not a date, O’Brien.
Agreed. I’ll be eating pizza. If you want some, come at 7 p.m.
Fine , she texted and then put her cell phone down with a snap. She would not be charmed by those intense blue eyes or the thoughtful offer of pizza. She would not be swayed. She’d stand her ground and keep her privileges. It wasn’t a date. It wasn’t about the best sex she’s ever had or her need to touch him again.
Mikaela shivered.
Yeah, she was sunk. She’d better start embracing change.
Chapter 11
happenstance horoscope
ARIES (March 21-April 19) Refuse to let an emotional incident stand between you and your success. A change of attitude and innovative methods will help you change your earning potential, allowing you greater freedom.
Mikaela pulled into Sam’s driveway and parked the car. It was just a little after seven. It had been a long afternoon, and she had finished the clinic and all the paperwork that went along with it just twenty minutes ago.
She was tired and hungry . . . and tired. Driving over, she wondered why she thought they needed to talk. She could have sent a text to break up. Apparently couples did it all the time. As the afternoon wore on and her energy wore out she began to see the value. Break up and carry on. That should be her new mantra. They weren’t even really together. So texting to break up made even more sense.
So why did the idea depress her? Maybe it wasn’t the idea of breaking up that sat on her shoulders like a heavy weight. Although that did sting. Really, what made her sad was how her clinic and operating time could be given away so easily. No discussion, no warning, just boom. Gone. She thought she had been a valuable member of the department. She pulled her weight, had expertise, even went beyond the call of duty. On-call deliveries, emergency clinics, meetings, undergraduate teaching. She did it all. And did she ever complain? No. But the minute a new fellow needs clinic space and operating room time, she gets bumped. No discussion. The decision has been made. There’s the door.
It was embarrassing and humiliating. That pretty much summed it up. She was embarrassed and humiliated and now she had to go and air it with Sam. So what was more embarrassing and humiliating than losing her hospital privileges? Discussing it with the person who dumped her after sleeping with her.
Great. Won’t this be a fun evening? Mikaela thought as she dragged herself out of the car.
To make matters worse, even if she did tell Dr. Scott that she and Sam were no longer engaged, it might not make a difference. If he made promises to the new fellow, it might not matter one iota what her plans were. There might be no going back.
It just gets better and better, she thought drearily.
Mikaela thought about turning around and heading home. Except he promised pizza. She was hungry and it was the least he could do.
She knocked on the front door.
Sam pulled open the door. He’d heard the car pull up and wondered why it was taking her
We need to talk.
He grunted. She probably heard about her sweet deal and wanted to gloat. He certainly wasn’t going to be inconvenienced. He texted back.
Meet me at my office after work.
Her text came almost immediately. No, not at the hospital.
Fine, we can meet at Lango’s at 7 p.m., he replied.
No, too public.
Sam shook his head. Really? More hoops? How could anyone so sexy, so smart, be so crazy?
Where would you like to meet?
Mikaela looked at the text, exasperated. She didn’t want to meet. That was the problem. She wanted to pretend this whole thing didn’t happen.
Where should they meet? Some place private to discuss their lies and deceit, she winced. She could invite him to her place. Hard to boot him out if she’d had enough, though. His place? She’d have control. That might work. If he still had a house in town.
Do you still have the place on Pinewood?
He replied, Yes.
Can we meet there?
Sure, I’ll pick up some take-out.
It’s not a date, O’Brien.
Agreed. I’ll be eating pizza. If you want some, come at 7 p.m.
Fine , she texted and then put her cell phone down with a snap. She would not be charmed by those intense blue eyes or the thoughtful offer of pizza. She would not be swayed. She’d stand her ground and keep her privileges. It wasn’t a date. It wasn’t about the best sex she’s ever had or her need to touch him again.
Mikaela shivered.
Yeah, she was sunk. She’d better start embracing change.
Chapter 11
happenstance horoscope
ARIES (March 21-April 19) Refuse to let an emotional incident stand between you and your success. A change of attitude and innovative methods will help you change your earning potential, allowing you greater freedom.
Mikaela pulled into Sam’s driveway and parked the car. It was just a little after seven. It had been a long afternoon, and she had finished the clinic and all the paperwork that went along with it just twenty minutes ago.
She was tired and hungry . . . and tired. Driving over, she wondered why she thought they needed to talk. She could have sent a text to break up. Apparently couples did it all the time. As the afternoon wore on and her energy wore out she began to see the value. Break up and carry on. That should be her new mantra. They weren’t even really together. So texting to break up made even more sense.
So why did the idea depress her? Maybe it wasn’t the idea of breaking up that sat on her shoulders like a heavy weight. Although that did sting. Really, what made her sad was how her clinic and operating time could be given away so easily. No discussion, no warning, just boom. Gone. She thought she had been a valuable member of the department. She pulled her weight, had expertise, even went beyond the call of duty. On-call deliveries, emergency clinics, meetings, undergraduate teaching. She did it all. And did she ever complain? No. But the minute a new fellow needs clinic space and operating room time, she gets bumped. No discussion. The decision has been made. There’s the door.
It was embarrassing and humiliating. That pretty much summed it up. She was embarrassed and humiliated and now she had to go and air it with Sam. So what was more embarrassing and humiliating than losing her hospital privileges? Discussing it with the person who dumped her after sleeping with her.
Great. Won’t this be a fun evening? Mikaela thought as she dragged herself out of the car.
To make matters worse, even if she did tell Dr. Scott that she and Sam were no longer engaged, it might not make a difference. If he made promises to the new fellow, it might not matter one iota what her plans were. There might be no going back.
It just gets better and better, she thought drearily.
Mikaela thought about turning around and heading home. Except he promised pizza. She was hungry and it was the least he could do.
She knocked on the front door.
Sam pulled open the door. He’d heard the car pull up and wondered why it was taking her
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