Chapter Eighteen
Sierra was alonein the staff break room at the hospital. She stood staring at the coffee, trying to decide whether it would keep her up all night if she drank it now.
“Are you all right?” Phil asked her.
She turned her head to stare at him. “How did you get in here? It’s supposed to be off-limits to anyone but the staff.”
“I snuck in. You look beat. How are you?”
“Fine.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “This last one kind of took it out of me.”
“You’re amazing. From what I hear, the fact that you kept your last patient alive during the ride is a miracle.”
“I wasn’t the only one. I couldn’t have done it without Connor’s help.”
He made a face. “Connor. Are you in love with him? No, don’t answer that. Just hear me out.”
“Phil—”
“I still love you. I never stopped.”
She snorted at that. “You gave a damn good imitation of being in love with another woman. You asked for a divorce, for God’s sake. We were separated for over a year and now we’ve been divorced for months.”
“It was a mistake. A huge mistake. I was having a midlife crisis and by the time I figured out that you were the woman I wanted, the one I’d never gotten over, it was too late. We were divorced and you’d moved to Montana.”
“You should have asked me before you came here. We’re not getting back together. You’re wasting your time.”
“You still have feelings for me. I can see it in your eyes.”
“You’re imagining things.” Yes, she had feelings for him. She thought they were more nostalgia for what they’d once had than anything else. But they weren’t enough to want to get back together with him.
“Am I?” He took her hand and held it. “We had a good marriage. Until I ruined it. Don’t you remember how good we were together? How much fun we had?”
“Maybe at first. The last two years before the divorce weren’t good in any way, shape, or form. That’s what I remember.” She tried to take her hand out of his but he held on.
“Give me a chance to make it up to you. Please, Sierra.”
“You know I’m with Connor now.”
“You may be with him but have you told him you love him? I’m betting you haven’t.”
“Whether I love him or not is none of your business.”
“You don’t love him. If you did you’d say so.”
“Far be it from me to interrupt this cozy reunion,” Connor said. “But since I heard my name mentioned I’ll do it anyway.”
She hadn’t heard him come in. How much had he heard? Judging from the look on his face, enough to infuriate him. She finally managed to jerk her hand out of Phil’s grasp. “Phil was just leaving.”
“No I wasn’t.”
“Go away, Phil.”
“We’ll talk more later,” he said. “When your boyfriend isn’t around.” He left. A good thing because she wasn’t sure that Connor would have restrained himself for long.
“I see doofus has stepped it up from giving you longing looks to actually hitting on you.”
“He wasn’t hitting on me.”
