an emergency, in fact, a car accident. I had to perform surgery.”
“Did you save the person’s life?”
“I did.”
Lily sat up straight. “Then I guess that’s worth it.”
At least someone thinks so.
“Very mature of you, Lily. Look, after tomorrow’s shift I have the next four days off. I’m not on call and I can spend it with you and Rose.”
Lily chirked up. “Really?”
“Really. We can go down to the piers, watch the sea lions.” Rose skipped into the room then and crawled up on his lap.
“Can we get some clams?” Lily asked brightly.
Clams? I was willing to offer ice cream…
“You girls like seafood?”
“Yeah, Mom used to take us down to the fish market all the time. We’d get some seafood and she’d make her famous chowder.”
Gavin nodded. “Sure. I’ll try to make you guys some chowder. How about you two get ready for bed?”
“Sure.” Lily got up and took Rose by the hand, leading her towards the front of the house. When Gavin had made sure they were out of earshot he laid his head down on the table. He had never thought he would be a father because he had always been afraid he would be terrible, like his own father was. Oh, his father was a hero all right, but he’d never hugged them, never complimented them and had never been there. It was the same with their mother and it terrified Gavin to his very core. He didn’t want to become like them.
Only Casey had had the same fears about becoming a mother and she had been one of the best.
God, I miss her.
He just hoped he was doing right by his nieces.
He owed Casey that much.
VIRGINIA PICKED UP Mr. Jones’s chart and read Gavin’s notes quickly. When she glanced up she could see Gavin through the glass partition in Mr. Jones’s room. Mr. Jones was still unconscious, so he needed to be in the ICU, but Gavin was speaking to Mrs. Jones.
At least Virginia assumed it was Mrs. Jones, as the woman had been by Mr. Jones’s bedside all night. Which was what the night charge nurse had told her when she had started her shift at five that morning.
“Is everything okay, chief?” the charge nurse at the desk asked.
“Yes, Kimber, everything’s fine.” Virginia smiled and handed the binder back to her. “Just checking on the ER’s newest celebrity before I head into surgery.”
“Who?”
“Dr. Brice.”
Kimber grinned. “Oh, yes, I heard about the excitement in the ER yesterday. I always miss the drama when I’m off.”
Virginia cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so? What did you hear?”
“That Dr. Brice inserted a chest tube in front of the investors.” Kimber shook her head and chuckled to herself. “I bet they were impressed.”
Virginia didn’t say anything else as Kimber walked the file back to where it belonged. Before Virginia had been the Chief of Surgery, she’d had friends and comrades she’d been able to talk to about anything. Now, because of her position, she had to be careful of everything she said.
There was no one she could blow off steam with. No one to vent to.
Except the cactus in her apartment.
Even then it wasn’t the most animated of conversations.
She missed the days when she could go down to the cafeteria and sit down with fellow attendings and residents and shoot the breeze.
Heck, she could even talk to the nurses back then.
Now they all looked at her for what she was. Their boss.
Their careers were in her hands.
Kimber returned back. “Chief, really, is there anything I can do?”
Deal with the board for me? “No, why?”
“You were staring off into space.”
“Thinking.”
“About?”
Virginia cocked her eyebrow. “What do you think of Dr. Brice?”
“Dishy.” Kimber waggled her eyebrows, but then she instantly sobered. “Sorry, chief.”
“Professionally, what do you think?”
“Oh, well…” Kimber hesitated.
“Go on,” Virginia urged.
“He’s pretty brusque with nurses, doesn’t remember our names. Refers to most of us as ‘hey you’. Rarely says thank-you. But he’s good with the patients and he’s a great surgeon.”
“Thank you, Kimber.”
“Is Dr. Brice in trouble, chief?”
Virginia shook her head. “No, I just wanted to see how well he was getting on with the other members of the staff.”
“The answer to that is not well.” Kimber walked away from the charge desk, just as Dr. Brice left Mr. Jones’s room.
He was staring at his pager, headed right for her. Finally he glanced up and saw her there and his eyes widened momentarily. “Dr. Potter, what brings you to the ICU today? I thought you’d be in more investor meetings.”
Virginia gritted her teeth. “No. No meetings today, Dr. Brice.”
“Gavin.” He flashed her a smug smile, which she wanted to wipe off his face. Instead she ignored him.
“I’m headed for the OR, actually.”
“Amazing, I didn’t think chiefs of surgery were able to operate.”
“I’m a surgeon first and foremost. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be off.” She turned from him and headed for the OR suites, but Gavin followed her, keeping pace.
“What surgery are you preforming?”
“A routine cholecystectomy.”
“I thought you were a trauma surgeon.”
“I’m a general surgeon, but I did work in trauma during my fellowship years. Besides,
