Chapter Twenty-Seven
Not only had she not been able to get the day off, but Chris hadn’t taken too well to her dad’s demand. In fact, he’d said nothing about it after a second or two of silence other than that he’d have to call her back, as he had meetings and problems he still needed to sort out. Now here she was, checking her cell phone for the fourth time this morning as she climbed out of her car in the hospital employee parking lot. Still no call. Maybe he was mad, or maybe a night away and distance had changed his mind. “Stop it,” she snapped, struggling with her lack of self-confidence.
“Ivy, wait up!”
She heard the voice and felt sick for a minute as she turned to see Henry Blackwell jogging her way in dress shoes, dress pants, and a white dress shirt. She saw him so differently
