does he?”
If her boss had any idea what he was up against, Anna had a feeling he never would have initiated the merger proceedings at Walnut River General.
“How’s Ella?” The question slipped out before she could yank it back.
J.D.’s eyes widened with surprise for just an instant that she would ask before they softened into a dreamy kind of look that filled her with no small amount of envy.
“She’s great. Wonderful. Except the wedding next month is making her a little crazy. I told her to just leave the details to someone else, but she won’t hear of it.” He paused. “She misses you.”
I miss her, too. The words tangled on her tongue and dried there. She couldn’t say them, of course. She could never tell J.D. how she hated this distance between her and her sister.
They used to be so close—best friends as well as sisters, only a year apart. They had shared everything—clothes, secrets, friends.
She remembered lying on her stomach in their backyard, daydreaming and giggling over boys.
“You’re going to be my maid of honor,” Ella declared more than once. “And I’ll be yours.”
“One of us will have to get married first,” she remembered answering. “So one of us will have to be a matron of honor.”
“That sounds so old! Like one of the gray-haired ladies at the hospital! How about we’ll both still be maids of honor, even if one of us is already married?”
Anna remembered shaking her head at Ella’s twisted logic but in the end, she had agreed, just like she usually did.
That had always been their plan. But now Ella and J.D. were getting married in a month and Anna wasn’t even sure she would receive an invitation.
Especially not if she successfully carried out her objective of making this merger a reality.
Her career or her family.
A miserable choice.
“You should talk to her,” J.D. said into the silence, with a sudden gentleness that made her want to cry again.
“I wish this were something that a little conversation could fix,” she murmured. “I’m afraid it’s not that easy.”
“You never know until you try,” he answered.
She didn’t know how to answer him, and to her relief she was spared from having to try when the door opened.
She looked up, expecting Walter with his coffee, then she felt her jaw sag as recognition filtered through.
“Sorry I’m late, J.D. That traffic is a nightmare,” the newcomer said. He was tall and lean, with hair like sunlight shooting through gold flakes. His features were classically handsome—long lashes, a strong blade of a nose, a mouth that was firm and decisive.
The eight years since she had seen Richard Green had definitely been kind to him. He had always been sexy, the sort of male women always looked twice at. When they were teenagers, he couldn’t seem to go anywhere without a horde of giggling girls around him, though he had barely seemed to notice them.
Now there was an edge of danger about him, a lean, lithe strength she found compelling and seductive.
J.D. rose and shook his hand. “I appreciate you filling in for Phil at the last minute.”
“No problem.”
The attorney looked over J.D.’s shoulder and she saw shock and disbelief flicker across the stunning blue eyes that had lost none of their punch even after eight years.
“Anna!”
In a different situation, she might have rushed to hug him but he was sending out a definite “back off” vibe.
“You two know each other, obviously,” J.D. said.
She managed to wrench her gaze away from Richard, wondering how she could possibly have forgotten his sheer masculine beauty—and how she ever could have walked away from it in the first place.
The reminder of how things had ended between them sent a flicker of apprehension through her body. He looked less than thrilled to see her. Could this merger become any more complicated? Her family was fighting against her tooth and nail, the hospital administrator was marrying her sister in a month’s time, and she and the hospital attorney had a long and tangled history between them.
How was she supposed to be focused and businesslike around Richard when she couldn’t help remembering exactly how that mouth had tasted?
“Richard lived only a few blocks away from the house where we were raised,” she finally answered J.D., and was appalled to hear the husky note in her voice. She cleared her throat before continuing. “We went to school together and were…good friends.”
Friends? Is that what she called it?
Richard listened to her with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
He supposed it wasn’t strictly a lie. They had been friends through school. Both had been on similar academic tracks and had belonged to many of the same clubs and after-school organizations. Honor Club, Debate, Key Club. Even later when they went off to different universities, they had stayed in touch and had gotten together as often as possible with their other friends.
Yeah, they had been friends. But there had been much more to it, as she damn well knew, unless she’d somehow managed to conveniently wipe from her memory something that had certainly seemed significant—earthshaking, even—at the time.
What the hell was she doing here? Why hadn’t somebody—J.D. or Peter Wilder or Phil Crandall, his absent partner—warned him?
He had heard from Peter and Ella that Anna was working for Northeastern HealthCare, their dreaded enemy. He just had never dreamed she would be a part of the conglomerate’s efforts to take over Walnut River General.
She had changed. She used to wear her hair down, a long, luscious waterfall. Now it was tightly contained, pinned back in a sleek style that made her look cool and businesslike. Her features were just as beautiful, though some of the bright, hopeful innocence he remembered in the clear blue of her eyes had faded.
How could she sit across the board-room table, all cool and gorgeous like some kind of damn Viking princess, acting as if her very presence here wasn’t a betrayal of everything her family had done for this hospital and for this community?
The depth of his bitterness both shocked and disconcerted him. What did it matter if the NHC executive was Anna Wilder or some other mindless drone they sent?
Either way, the outcome would be the same.
NHC was determined to purchase the hospital from a city council eager to unload it and a solid core of doctors and administrators was just as determined to prevent the deal.
Richard numbered himself among them, even though he was here only in a fill-in capacity for his partner.
Yeah, he
