The California sun hung bright over Haven Cove.
My private practice had been up and running for three months now.
No billionaire was barking orders at me anymore. No fake heiress was whispering poison in my ear.
I healed people here, and they respected me for it.
The clinic doorbell chimed.
Harrison Cole pushed through the door. He was the ER doctor over at the town hospital, and he came bearing two cups of fresh-ground coffee and a bouquet of lisianthus.
He crossed the room and held them out to me.
"You free tonight? There's a new spot down by the bay. I'd love to take you to dinner."
His smile was easy and warm.
I took the flowers. "Sounds great."
The moment felt light and effortless. I couldn't remember the last time I'd smiled like that.
Then the screech of brakes tore throu
