Isla stood by the window of her clinic, sipping her coffee, and watching the sun rise over the Nevada desert. The weather was perfect, as it usually was, and for a moment, she let herself bask in the quiet of the morning. It was peaceful here, far away from the noise of the world and the chaos of modern medicine.
She hadn’t thought about Nathan Hayes since she’d made her decision to forgo the conference. After talking with Dottie, she was certain it was the right choice. No need to dignify his arrogant challenge with a response.
But like every good day, something had to rain on the parade. And that something took the form of Helen, one of the older nurses in the clinic, who was always on top of the latest gossip. Helen approached her with a careful look in her eyes, as if she was trying
