how he is.” Sara added, “He can’t leave if he doesn’t have every i dotted when it comes to his patients.” She was convinced that was why everyone thought so highly of her husband—he didn’t cut corners for convenience’s sake.
She sighed. “Sometimes, his attention to detail is rather frustrating, especially when it interferes with our plans.”
“Yeah, but you love him anyway.”
Sara had half fallen in love with him the first day she’d met him, when he’d waltzed onto her floor as a first-year family medicine resident. She’d been suffering her own new-job jitters and he’d taken pity on her when she’d knocked a suture tray off the counter in obvious nervousness. The cup of coffee he’d subsequently bought her and the pep talk he’d delivered had marked the beginning of their professional and personal relationship.
“Yeah, I do,” she said, returning Millie’s grin with one of her own. “The only problem I have right now is knowing what to get him for Christmas. It’s still two months away, but it’ll be here before we know it.”
“Has he mentioned anything that he wants?”
“Lots of things, but afterward he goes out and buys them for himself. I’ve told him not to do that, but so far it hasn’t made an impression.”
“It will when he wakes up on Christmas morning and there’s nothing to open under the tree,” Millie predicted. “Or you could just fill a box with socks and underwear.”
“I could,” Sara agreed, “but I couldn’t be that cruel. I’m sure I’ll get an idea this weekend.”
“Well, good luck. As my mother always says, what do you get a man who has everything?”
What indeed? Sara thought. The one thing she’d wanted to give him—news that he’d be a father—wasn’t something she could accomplish on her own, no matter how hard she wished for her dream to come true. Having grown up with a sister and two brothers, she wanted her house to ring with the same pitter-patter of footsteps as her parents’ house had.
Be patient, Cole had reminded her. She’d try, she told herself. So what if it took them a little longer for their family to grow than she’d like? As long as it happened, as long as they loved each other, it would be worth the wait.
Fortunately, for the rest of her shift, she had little time to dwell on her personal plans, but the minute she left the hospital shortly after six o’clock, her thoughts raced ahead to her upcoming weekend.
Her excitement only grew when she found the lights blazing in their home and Cole’s SUV parked in the garage. Pleased that Cole had finished earlier than she’d expected, she dashed through the cold garage and into her cozy house.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” she called out to Cole from the mud room as she tugged off her gloves and hung her parka on a coat hook. “I honestly didn’t think you’d make it home before eight.”
He rose from his place at the table as she entered the kitchen and kissed her on the cheek. “Things turned out differently than we’d both anticipated,” he answered with a tight smile that, with his strained expression, set off her mental radar. “How about some coffee?”
He turned away to dump several sweetener packets into his own mug. “You never drink caffeine at this time of night,” she said as she watched his movements with a knot forming in her stomach. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s cold outside. How about hot tea instead?”
He was trying to distract her, which only meant that something was wrong. Horribly wrong. The knot tightened.
“Cole,” she warned. “I know it’s cold, but I’m not thirsty or hungry. Something is obviously on your mind. What is it?” As a thought occurred to her, she gasped. “Oh, no. We can’t go on our trip, can we? Something happened and Chris can’t cover for you at the hospital. Oh, Cole,” she finished on a wail. “Not again!”
“Sara,” he interrupted. “Stop jumping to conclusions. This isn’t about my schedule. Just. Sit. Down.”
She sat. With her hands clasped together in her lap, she waited. He sank onto the chair beside hers and carefully set his mug on the table. “An attorney spoke with me today.”
Dread skittered down her spine. A lawyer never visited a physician with good news. “Is someone suing the hospital? And you?”
“No, nothing like that. Mr. Maitland is a partner in a law firm based in Tulsa.”
“Tulsa?” Knowing he’d grown up in that area of Oklahoma, she asked, “Does this involve your relatives?”
“No.”
“Then what did he want with you?”
“Do you remember reading the newspaper article about the medical helicopter crash the other day?”
“Yes. We’d talked about one of the nurses. I can’t remember her name …”
“Ruth Warren,” he supplied.
“Yeah. What about the crash?”
“As it turns out, I did know this particular Ruth Warren. Quite well, in fact.”
His shock was understandable. She reached out to grab his hand, somewhat surprised by his cold fingers. “I’m sorry.”
“In high school, we were good friends, although I’ve only seen her once since then. At our class reunion a few years ago.”
She furrowed her brow in thought. “You never mentioned a class reunion. When was this?”
“Remember those ten days in July, after you and I had broken up?”
“Yes,” she said cautiously.
“During that time, I went to my class reunion. It was over the Fourth of July weekend, and I didn’t have anything else to do, so I went.”
“Really? Knowing how you’ve avoided going back to the area so you can’t accidentally run into your relatives, I’m surprised.”
“Yeah, well, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision,” he said wryly. “Anyway, during that weekend, I met up with Ruth.”
She touched his hand. “I’m glad you had a chance to reconnect with her after high school. Had you heard from her since then?”
“No. Not a word.”
Sara had assumed as much because Cole had never mentioned her, but he was a closemouthed individual and often didn’t mention those things he considered insignificant.
“Then what did the lawyer want?”
“He represents Ruth’s estate. She named me, us, in her will.”
Sara sat back in her chair, surprised. “She did? What did she do? Leave you her box of high school memorabilia?”
She’d expected her joke to make him smile, but it fell flat, which
