Laura
Two days into the week, I was buried in patient files at the hospital when a familiar voice broke my concentration.
“Busy saving lives, Dr. Thompson?”
I looked up, startled. There he was, leaning casually against the doorframe like he belonged there.
“Ryan?!” My voice was louder than I intended. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Kentucky!”
He grinned, holding up a coffee cup like it was a peace offering. “Surprise! Came to check in on my favorite conference buddy.”
“Ryan,” I said, narrowing my eyes, “this is New York. Not exactly next door to Kentucky. Why are you here?”
He walked into my office as though it was the most natural thing in the world and set the coffee on my desk. “Work brought me here, actually,” he said smoothly. “There’s a cardiology summit ha
