Chapter 7

Abby had never been so happy to go to work. When the ER bustled with activity, one patient after another coming through its doors, she said a little prayer of thanks. It kept her mind off of other things.

Things like Mark. And Mark kissing her.

She'd barely slept the night before. Tossing and turning, her body hot with both desire and humiliation, she'd dreamed of kicking Mark in the shins. She'd dreamed of kissing him, and then maybe kicking him again for good measure.

She'd tossed and turned so much that the cats had slept on a chair together instead of curled up next to her like they usually did.

By the afternoon, Abby was finally able to sit down. She let out a sigh of relief when Janine handed her a cup of coffee.

"Did you explain to Mrs. Finley that she can't drive while taking her medication?" she asked Janine before taking a long drink of her coffee. "I told her at least three times, but she kept interrupting me."

Janine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I told her, but I had to te