Eight months later
Roland swallowed to soothe his dry throat as he studied the acceptance letter. He’d felt the interview had gone well, but somehow he hadn’t expected to actually receive an offer from Boston General Hospital.
Now what was he supposed to do? He had the offer from Saint Vincent Hospital here in Worcester, but the position in Boston was in ICU, which he wanted more than the surgical floor nurse position he’d been offered at Saint Vincent.
He closed his eyes and held the paper to his chest. It should have been a no-brainer, considering his entire family lived in Boston, and it would have been—but for the Fisher factor.
Fisher. Roland sighed. The kid had really wormed his way into Roland’s life.
But Fisher’d been acting strange lately. He’d made a few comments about Rolan
