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“That’ll be the kind of man who gets in and puts down roots. The kind you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to yank back out.”

That was my Gran.

Bless her, she’d always been the wisest soul I’d ever met. The reason I became a doctor. The reason I worked so damn hard.

“You’re going to cry over a couple of energy bars? They weren’t even the good ones,” Dr. Laurier said, looking a bit disgusted at the idea of my tears.

“It’s not the energy bars,” I hissed, dropping the bottle of medicine back with a loud rattle, and slamming the drawer.

“Want me to prescribe some pain meds?” Dr. Laurier asked. “Actually, might have some in my briefcase,” he said, going to reach for it.

“No. I can’t work on pain medicine,” I objected.

“So don’t work.”

“Right. Like I trust your lazy ass here.”

“Who says I’d be here?”

“The fact that someone needs to be says that.”

“Close the clinic early for the day.”

“No.”

“You work, what? Ten-hour days?”

“Fourteen to sixteen,” I corrected.

“Jesus. For what?” he asked, shaking his head. “Didn’t you get enough of that shit wherever you did your residency?”

“Parker Memorial,” I told him.

“Parker Memorial?” he asked, brows raising. Because it was the busiest emergency room in the state. Hell, in the southeast. “Aren’t you the overachiever?”

I was. But the fact of the matter was, I hadn’t taken the residency there just as an achievement. I’d taken it because I wanted to learn to handle absolutely everything possible in real time in a hands-on environment. I wanted to know that when I started working at the clinic, that I could offer low-cost treatment to damn near every condition that walked through the doors.

And not just any treatment. Top-notch treatment.

To do that, with limited resources, you just had to be the absolute best doctor possible.

That was what Parker Memorial did for me.

It had also made my hair fall out from stress. Luckily, it did eventually all grow back.

“And, to answer your question, I do it for the community.”

“You’re a doctor, not a martyr. You don’t need to run yourself ragged to provide care.”

“Says a man who is a partial owner in this place, but whom I’ve never seen step foot in here before. Some of us have to run ourselves ragged because those like you don’t do jackshit.”

I worried for a split second that I’d gone too far, that my temper had gotten the better of me.

“Sometimes, Ammy, you’ve got to put a roadblock between that brain and mouth of yours.”

Grams for the win again.

If this was any other doctor, I was pretty sure that I would be looking for another job.

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