Tess looked at him, incredulous. “You need me to help you out? Why would you think I’d do that and why me?”
“I need your connections.” Chad held her gaze and shrugged. “I tried to do this the nice way, but you’re playing hardball, so I will too. I figure you’ll help me because the last you want is me talking about how you had a meltdown after your miscarriage and our break up. Won’t take much, just a little gossip. All I need is for you to attend a few dinners with me and make nice with the higher ups at the hospital.”
Tess’s mind whirred in confusion and anger. She knew if she kept pushing, Chad would be less likely to tell her what was going on. She was furious, so angry she could barely look at him. She stared blindly out over the ballroom. Much as she wished she could convince hersel
