What’s going on with you and what’s-her-name? The daughter of the president of the hospital’s board of directors?” Mitch settled an intense look on him.
“You mean Blair Havens?” She was definitely Congressman Havens’s daughter and he was definitely president of the board of directors. Jake answered, “We’re dating.”
“Is it serious?” Cal asked.
“What are you? Her father?”
“I have a daughter,” he said. “And if any guy messes with Annie he’ll have me to deal with. So, I’m just saying …”
“Well, I guess it depends on what you mean by serious.” Jake was dodging the question.
“Serious as in settling down. Marriage,” Cal spelled out.
“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted. “Blair is beautiful, smart and connected. Her father was in Congress and still has political influence. It would be a good career move. But …”
“Ah. But,” Mitch said, a knowing look in his eyes. “A three letter word that means not so fast.”
“Something like that,” Jake agreed.
His personal life had flatlined a long time ago when he fell in love but didn’t pass her family’s white-trash test. In their eyes, once you’ve been homeless the smell of loser never goes away. The experience taught him not to take anything for granted. Hard work alone didn’t guarantee success or happiness. So, a relationship should buy you something. A career boost. Connections. The path to power. Something.
“Okay, guys.” He looked from Cal to Mitch. “Can I start the meeting?”
“Fine.” Mitch nodded.
“Okay with me.” Cal met his gaze. “The sooner we’re done here, the sooner I can get home to the family. Go, bro.”
Agendas were passed out and the first item was a status report on hiring new doctors for the practice. While his friends talked, Jake’s mind wandered to the memory of a pair of pretty hazel eyes flashing with humor and intelligence. A mouth, with its defined upper lip and full bottom one. A mouth that could be cute and crooked when she smiled. It was just a memory, but still had the power to drive him crazy.
And, dammit! This was his practice. The one he’d started with nothing but determination and guts. His career and the stability of his future was on the line. Everything he’d ever wanted was now his for the taking. This was an incredibly inconvenient time to lose focus.
He and Hope didn’t have a relationship, let alone anything that would guarantee him success. In fact, what was between them had the potential to implode all his plans.
Maybe he needed to talk to her again about keeping things between them purely professional.
Chapter Four
The sports bar across the street from Mercy Medical West was noisy and Hope didn’t really want to be there. But a couple of the E.R. nurses had reached out to her and socializing was a good way to generate trauma team spirit. On second thought, maybe a sports bar was the perfect place to be. She sat with her coworkers at a tall bistro table in the far corner of the room to the right of the walk-up bar. Flat-screen TVs were mounted on the walls and visible from every seat in the place.
Karen Richards, a petite strawberry blonde, was a hard worker and experienced E.R. nurse, by all accounts one of the best on staff. When the newest campus opened, her reputation would be put to the test. She held up her longneck bottle of beer and said, “This is your official welcome to Las Vegas, Hope.”
Green-eyed brunette Stacy Porter held up her pink cocktail. “I second that.”
“Thanks.” Hope touched her glass of white wine to each of theirs. “So, tell me about yourselves. Married? Kids?”
Karen toyed with her beer bottle. “I’m divorced. Two girls, Cassandra and Olivia, ages six and four. We live with my mom who’s a nurse at Mercy’s main campus. I’m twenty-six and still live with my mother. Is that pathetic, or what?”
There were worse things, Hope thought. “Is it working for you?”
“Yeah. She’s my rock and helps with child care.”
Hope nodded. “What about you, Stacy?”
The twentysomething held up her left hand and wiggled her fingers, showing off a diamond solitaire. “Just got engaged. Tim works in Human Resources at the hospital.”
“Congratulations.”
Even as she smiled, Hope tried to suppress the pang of envy. She remembered the huge joy of being with the man she’d loved and the shimmering anticipation of their life together. A life that barely got started before it was gone. Losing Kevin had nearly crushed her.
“When’s the big day?” Hope plastered a big, fat, fake smile on her face.
“April,” Stacy said. “Before Vegas is hotter than the face of the sun. It will be a church wedding, not in the Garden of Love Chapel with an Elvis impersonator.”
“Are you sure?” Hope held her palms up and lifted each in turn as if weighing something. “Elvis? The Chapel of Love? Church could be boring.”
The women laughed, but Hope knew from personal experience that boring was a blessing. Just then a cold wind blew into the bar and blasted boring into oblivion because Jake Andrews had walked through the door. It felt as if her heart hit a pocket of turbulence that made boring look even better. Some kind of radar drew his gaze to their secluded corner and he nodded at her before heading in their direction.
“Look who’s here,” Karen said when he joined them. The tone of familiarity indicated they knew each other. “Hi, Jake. To what do we owe the honor?”
“Ladies.” He looked around, then let his gaze linger on Hope. “There was a rumor that the E.R. department was here for happy hour.”
“All three of us,” Stacy said.
“Is this a ladies-only initiation rite for the new girl in town? Or can anyone join?”
“Have a seat, Doc,” Karen said. “This is the first annual Mercy Medical West employee-bonding ritual.”
He sat on the empty chair between Stacy and Hope. His shoulder brushed hers, sending a blast of heat through her. The waitress took his drink order and brought him a bottle of beer, as if he were just one of the guys. But he didn’t look like just one of them.
Except for scrubs after surgery, she always saw him in a suit and tie, as if he were running for elected office. Tonight was no exception. The charcoal slacks, matching jacket, crisp white shirt and tone-on-tone silver tie made him look so good, broad-shouldered and masculine. The pocket of turbulence spread from her chest to her stomach and made her as nervous as a fearful flyer.
She didn’t like being aware of him. She didn’t like being aware of him in a way she hadn’t been aware of a man since her husband. Jake Andrews? Really? It made no sense. He and Kevin were nothing alike. Jake was mercenary and ambitious—not at all her type.
She
