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Annie
Jordan didn’t contact me over the weekend. A part of me was happy to have the time to myself before I went back to the hospital Monday morning. I was thankful for long shifts, so I could forget about this messed up weekend.
The other part of me…had been hoping he’d reach out. I didn’t want to talk to him, but I wanted him to want to talk to me. Which sounded ridiculous, but there was no way I was making the first move. I’d thrown that ring at him. Ball was in his court.
Cézanne was in the lounge when I dropped my stuff off in the morning. “What are you doing here?”
“I moved over to a pediatric ER for an extra week. I thought it would help me in family practice,” she said as she finished off a coffee. “I heard you had an eventful weekend.”
“Blah,” I said. “I don’t want to tal
