THREE YEARS EARLIER:
The VA hospital in Biloxi, Mississippi, seemed like a nice place to work, especially for a small-town girl looking to upgrade her trade school degree. I knew I should be grateful for any position, but damn if the hours didn’t suck. With the ten-hour shifts, I felt like I practically lived there. But Nate Greyson, he made it worth it.
I happily ran up the three flights of stairs to the room that Nate had occupied for nearly a year. My long legs took multiple steps at a time. The idea of spending time with Nate always filled me with joy. I made sure to check my hair and make-up before pushing the call button. I needed to look like a professional, as opposed to someone who was getting paid to hang out with her best friend.
I was buzzed in and quickly ushered to Nate’s
