CHAPTER SIX
About the Publisher
Nashville, Tennessee
HE HATED HIMSELF for what he was about to do.
Don’t do it, then.
Dr. Christos Moustakas stared down at the contract on his desk—the one he’d just signed for a job that would take him away from Nashville and away from Naomi.
He was angry at himself for getting involved with her. When he’d first seen her—when they’d been placed on the same surgical resident rotation last year—he’d known that he shouldn’t even pursue her. Naomi was the type of woman who wanted far more than he could give.
He never wanted to get married. He never wanted to settle down. He had told her that in the beginning, but now...despite his warnings...he knew that she wanted more from him and he just couldn’t give it to her.
Why not?
Chris cursed under his breath and walked away from the contract. He looked about his apartment, which was full of memories of him and Naomi together. She was in his blood...she was all he ever thought about.
And he couldn’t have that.
Work was more important.
He had to end it now.
There was a knock at the door and his heart skipped a beat. His jaw clenched and his stomach churned, because he knew that he was going to break her heart.
But it was for the best.
He didn’t want to marry her and lock her into an unhappy marriage—just like what had happened to his parents.
He never wanted that.
Naomi beamed at him when he opened the door, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek as she came into his apartment.
“There you are! What’s up? You’ve been a bit distant recently...” She trailed off as she saw the boxes in the apartment. “Oh.”
Chris shut the door. “Yeah, sorry I haven’t been returning your calls, but something came up.”
“I see that,” she said quietly, and then turned around. “Where are you going?”
“New York City. I’ve been offered a fellowship with Dr. Heffernan in neurosurgery, and then I’ll take over his practice when he retires later next year. I’ll be the head of neurosurgery.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. Congratulations... When do you leave?”
“Tonight.”
Her face fell and he knew that it had hit her. “You were going to leave without telling me?”
“No, that’s why I asked you over.”
You’re a monster. You’re just awful.
“I thought...” She shook her head. “I don’t know what I thought.”
“Tell me.” He could take it, and he deserved her wrath. He deserved it all.
For one brief moment he wished he was a different person—but he wasn’t, and he couldn’t see how to change. He knew what it was like to grow up with an absent mother who hated and loathed your very existence and a father who couldn’t look at you because you were a disappointment.
Families were complicated and messy.
He wanted none of it.
“I thought we would talk about our offers together,” she said. “I mean, I turned down Mayo because I thought you wanted to be with me.”
Her eyes were full of tears and he fought the urge to take her in his arms and comfort her.
“Why didn’t you take the job at Mayo?” he asked.
“I should’ve, apparently.”
“Yes, you should’ve, Naomi. This is your career. It’s important.”
“I didn’t want to leave you. I wanted to give us a chance!”
He closed his eyes, pain washing over him, but he hardened his heart. He shouldn’t have gotten involved with her to begin with. He should’ve walked away after that first stolen kiss that had electrified his world.
Naomi Hudson was dangerous, and he’d known that all along—but he’d still pursued her.
“You should’ve taken the job, Naomi. There is no long-term future for us. I told you this at the start.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “I remember, but I thought—”
“You thought what?” he interrupted. “That I would change my mind? My goal has always been to make it to head of neurosurgery. You knew this.”
“And you knew, deep down, that I wanted more from our relationship and yet you kept me dangling. You kept pursuing me. You didn’t let me go either!” she shouted.
“I’m letting you go now,” he said stonily, his heart breaking because he didn’t want to let her go, but it was for the best.
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