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Chrissie shook her head. “She’d never do that. She’s way too professional, no matter what her personal feelings are.”
He met the woman’s gaze. “Then we shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Chrissie didn’t back down. If anything, his stern look had her hiking up her chin to take advantage of every bit of her still short stature. “That’s probably true, but it’s my job to make sure everything goes smoothly on this unit. I don’t want any unforeseen problems cropping up and I’m taking a proactive approach to this potential situation.”
“As far as I’m concerned, there is no potential situation. I’ll be gone in two months.”
Her dark eyes narrowed but, rather than say anything negative, she surprised him by saying, “Congratulations on your new job. I hear it was a nice promotion.”
“Thank you. It was.”
She hesitated a moment, then looked him square in the eyes. “You’re sure that’s really what you want, though?”
He frowned. “Of course it is. It’s a very prestigious position.”
“Hard to have a conversation with a prestigious position over the dinner table.”
She thought he was a fool for accepting the greatest career opportunity he’d been presented with because of Savannah. Let her think that. He didn’t care what she thought—what anyone thought. He knew he’d made the right decision. That he was doing what was best for Savannah by destroying her feelings for him.
Feigning that her look of pity didn’t faze him, he shrugged. “I won’t be lonely.”
She gave him a disappointed look. “No, I don’t imagine you will. Congrats again, Dr. Keele. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for in Nashville.”
“I’m not looking for anything in Nashville,” he told her retreating back. He wasn’t looking for anything anywhere.
Charlie grabbed hold of the bed rail and stared down at his unconscious patient for long moments.
Taking the Nashville job had been the right thing for all involved.
What hadn’t been the right thing had been getting so involved with someone. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
That might not be a problem anytime in the near future anyway. The thought of anyone other than Savannah just didn’t appeal.
How was any other woman supposed to
compare to the way she lit up a room just by walking into it? To the way her smile reached her eyes and he knew what she was thinking without her saying a word? How she enjoyed the same things he did, shared his love of Civil War history and taking long hikes up on Lookout Mountain on the battlefield? To running with him at dawn along the Tennessee River near her apartment?
The reality was no woman ever had measured up to Savannah and he suspected they never would. The thought of sharing his days, his nights, with anyone other than her left him cold.
She was perfect and he wanted her to stay that way.
Leaving was the best thing he could do for all involved.
CHAPTER THREE
“CODE BLUE. CODE BLUE.”
Savannah rushed to the patient’s room. Her patient had just flatlined.
She’d been in the bathroom when the call came over the intercom.
She hated that, but her bladder didn’t hold out the way it used to. A symptom of her pregnancy, she supposed.
Chrissie was in the room performing CPR when Savannah got there with the crash cart. The man was on a ventilator so she was only performing chest compressions and the machine breathed for him, giving him oxygen.
Charlie rushed in right behind Savannah. A unit secretary was there acting as a recorder of all the events of the code.
“Give him some epi,” Charlie ordered, taking charge of the code, as was his position.
