Chapter 1
Boston, MAMarco
IT WAS LATE SUNDAY evening; I had just finished a double shift—sixteen hours straight—in the trauma center at the hospital; and I was beyond tired as I dragged my weary body through the door. “Dani, where are you?” I said as I closed the door of our Back Bay apartment in Boston and locked it behind me.
“I’m right where I always am, waiting for my prince to come home,” he said from the doorway to the bedroom. I turned in the direction of his voice just in time to see him look me up and down carefully. “Rough one?”
“No more than usual—just another sixteen hours of dealing with the worst that humanity can inflict upon one another. I cannot for the life of me imagine why any doctor would willingly work in a trauma center. I need a drink.”
“Really? Is that all? I
