At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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I awake to the smell of some freshly roasted Java and a loud grumbling in my gut. After a quick shower I head to the kitchen to find Sebastian brewing the coffee and scrambling some eggs.
Ava really ought to give this guy a huge bonus.
"My brother, Charlie, occasionally stays over when he's on a break from uni. His clothes should fit you, if you'd like to freshen up."
"Nah, thanks mate. I've called for a cab. I need to sort out Ava's... well basically her life. Please thank your dad for being so understanding."
"About?"
"His appointment would have been tomorrow."
Shit, that's right. Dad said he'd be in London while I was in Bahrain.
"Twelve weeks have flown by, eh?" Sebastian says as I type a message to my dad, giving him an update on Ava.
"What do you mean?"
"It would have been your dad's twelve week checkup."
I nod morosely, thinking about how different things could have been, remembering that wild romp after dad's surgery and how I felt so connected with Ava but she wasn't ready to embrace whatever this was because I made her doubt us.
What a colossal, epic fuck up.
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I stop off at the local florist in Camden, just before I hit the road. Visiting hours are strict and limited so I'm hoping to arrive with enough time for Ava's folks to also spend time with her.
It's a beautiful bouquet of lillies with some yellow flowers and green stuff to make it look pretty, garnering a few ah's from several people as I walk through the hospital.
She's going to love them!
Not Ava. Nope. I mean what is an unconscious woman going to do flowers?
This is for Matron Helene, the strict nurse manning the ICU. I heard her saying she's working a double shift which means she'll probably be extra cranky following a long and eventful night shift. And Nigel told me what her favorite flowers are.
I know where my bread is buttered. And even though I arrive thirty minutes before visiting hours technically start, I'm allowed in.
My mom didn't raise no fool. And my dad told me to exploit our Scottish charms whenever the need arises.
