Corinne stepped out the automatic doors of Wilton Memorial Hospital with a spring in her step. Credit for that went largely to Tucker. Amazing what stupendous makeup s*x would do for a girl’s confidence, despite the almost total lack of sleep. Regardless of what happened in the end, she’d done her absolute best in the panel interview with the hospital board. If the various members who had direct or indirect history with her couldn’t look past that history to see she was the best candidate for the job, well, that was on them. She’d find something else.
Her phone rang as she crossed the parking lot. Fishing it out of her purse, she checked the display, but didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”
“Corinne? It’s Whitney.” Her voice sounded hesitant and put Corinne on immediate alert.
“Are you
