were both vying for the Ackerman funding for their respective projects make them enemies? He shook his head. Competitors, yes, but never enemies. They could have worked, if only she had believed, if she had wanted it as much as he did. It was true that he had refused to consider another relationship after the debacle with Lisa, and commitment was out if it meant his personal life impinged on his work—his patients were the main focus of his life. He had never intended to get involved with a woman again, not seriously. But all that had been before Ginger. She was different, special, and the pain of being without her, of never seeing her again, making love with her, laughing with her, was too much to bear, making him question his rigid rules.
He glanced up at the small maternity unit he had just visited, spying Iain watching him from an upstairs window, and he waved before he climbed into his car. Maxine had finally given birth to a healthy baby boy with a powerful set of lungs and a fuzz of red hair on the crown of his head. They made a wonderful family. Cameron shied away from his memories, thankful that Iain and Maxine had been so engrossed in Harry's arrival that they had failed to notice his own distraction and unhappiness.
Sighing, he started the car and exited his parking space, sparing a glance at his surroundings. The maternity unit was only a decade old and sat in its own grounds adjacent to the main hospital. Strathlochan had grown beyond recognition over the decades with a rising population and now served the town residents, as well as a large and widely dispersed rural area, taking pressure off hospitals in places as far away as Edinburgh, Glasgow and throughout the southern and Border regions. The main hospital provided a comprehensive range of care and services through numerous and varied departments and clinics, including a busy A and E department. He would start work here on Monday, affiliated to the psychological services unit, conducting part-time consultations alongside his private patients and his self-help groups until his own facility was up and running.
He had more than enough on his plate to keep him busy and he could not let his focus slip. He would never forget why he was doing this, why he had left the trauma department and dedicated his life to working with and helping patients who harmed themselves. Nothing and no one had ever threatened that focus before...so why could he still not put Ginger O'Neill out of his mind? She haunted his every waking moment and fired his dreams by night. But Ginger was gone. Somehow he had to get over her, had to shut out the pain and ignore the memories of the most erotic and amazing night of his life. He needed to get his head together and put his patients before his own raging desire for the beautiful, sexy woman who had rejected him.
'Ginger, are you all right?'
She glanced up to see that the concern in Pip's voice was matched by the frown on her face. 'I'm just a bit tired,' she lied.
'That trip to London last week seemed to take an awful lot out of you,' her friend fretted. 'Are you sickening for something?'
'I'll be fine.' If she ignored her broken heart, and the fact that she couldn't sleep at night because Cameron invaded her dreams.
Her plan to throw herself with even more force and commitment into her work certainly hadn't helped so far. Every moment stretched painfully slowly and full of hurt. Why had she met someone so wonderful and perfect only to have him turn out to be the one man she could never be with? It wasn't fair. It was Friday, eight days since she had last seen Cameron and the hurt and disbelief etched on his face as she'd walked away from him for ever. The eight longest days of her life. Not only had she left behind the one man who had driven her mad with desire, she had found out he was her sole competition for the funding she so desperately needed. She was still dazed, shocked, bemused...and eight days on she had still not
He glanced up at the small maternity unit he had just visited, spying Iain watching him from an upstairs window, and he waved before he climbed into his car. Maxine had finally given birth to a healthy baby boy with a powerful set of lungs and a fuzz of red hair on the crown of his head. They made a wonderful family. Cameron shied away from his memories, thankful that Iain and Maxine had been so engrossed in Harry's arrival that they had failed to notice his own distraction and unhappiness.
Sighing, he started the car and exited his parking space, sparing a glance at his surroundings. The maternity unit was only a decade old and sat in its own grounds adjacent to the main hospital. Strathlochan had grown beyond recognition over the decades with a rising population and now served the town residents, as well as a large and widely dispersed rural area, taking pressure off hospitals in places as far away as Edinburgh, Glasgow and throughout the southern and Border regions. The main hospital provided a comprehensive range of care and services through numerous and varied departments and clinics, including a busy A and E department. He would start work here on Monday, affiliated to the psychological services unit, conducting part-time consultations alongside his private patients and his self-help groups until his own facility was up and running.
He had more than enough on his plate to keep him busy and he could not let his focus slip. He would never forget why he was doing this, why he had left the trauma department and dedicated his life to working with and helping patients who harmed themselves. Nothing and no one had ever threatened that focus before...so why could he still not put Ginger O'Neill out of his mind? She haunted his every waking moment and fired his dreams by night. But Ginger was gone. Somehow he had to get over her, had to shut out the pain and ignore the memories of the most erotic and amazing night of his life. He needed to get his head together and put his patients before his own raging desire for the beautiful, sexy woman who had rejected him.
'Ginger, are you all right?'
She glanced up to see that the concern in Pip's voice was matched by the frown on her face. 'I'm just a bit tired,' she lied.
'That trip to London last week seemed to take an awful lot out of you,' her friend fretted. 'Are you sickening for something?'
'I'll be fine.' If she ignored her broken heart, and the fact that she couldn't sleep at night because Cameron invaded her dreams.
Her plan to throw herself with even more force and commitment into her work certainly hadn't helped so far. Every moment stretched painfully slowly and full of hurt. Why had she met someone so wonderful and perfect only to have him turn out to be the one man she could never be with? It wasn't fair. It was Friday, eight days since she had last seen Cameron and the hurt and disbelief etched on his face as she'd walked away from him for ever. The eight longest days of her life. Not only had she left behind the one man who had driven her mad with desire, she had found out he was her sole competition for the funding she so desperately needed. She was still dazed, shocked, bemused...and eight days on she had still not
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