Damn allergies.
Except she didn’t have allergies. What she had was a broken heart. A fact she had to hide every time the stupid cowbells jangled, which they did often. Not by patients needing treatment, but by the people stopping by to say good-bye. Missy came by with handmade tea bags.
“For stress,” she’d said genuinely.
Yes, that would come in handy. Tucker came by with a small, perfectly constructed wooden box. “For some of your doctor stuff, Dr. Sinclair. I made it in wood shop.”
It was so beautiful, and just looking at it made her ache. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You hate it.”
“No, I love it.” She hugged him hard. “Thank you.”
He awkwardly patted her back. “Dr. Sinclair?”
“Yes?”
“If you love it, why are you crying?”
She let out a watery laugh. “Because I’m female. Thank you for the box, Tucker. I’ll treasure it.”
He nodded and escaped, and she sank to the stairs. When she’d first got here, she’d resented being called Dr. Sinclair in that formal, almost awed tone, but it wasn’t irreverent anymore. They meant it.
It was then, when she was all packed to go, that she realized. She wasn’t just Doc’s daughter.
Or that woman that Stone was seeing.
Or that fancy city woman with all the airs.
She was Emma Sinclair, and she fit in.
Hell of a time to realize it.
Chapter 27
Emma jumped right back into work and everything was just fine.
Except it wasn’t.
She picked up extra shifts at the hospital so she didn’t have to go home and be alone. She ran herself ragged so that she didn’t have to think outside of medicine.
Yet every single moment of every single day for fourteen days she felt alone. The city was noisy, crowded. Everyone was in a hurry.
And it didn’t smell like Christmas trees.
She’d told Stone that nothing was ever easy and that everything came at a price. She hadn’t been kidding.
As unbelievable as it seemed, she missed Wishful and its slow pace. She missed the people, even Missy Thorton and her shockingly delicious homemade Thai food. She missed her father. Hell, she even missed Serena.
But most of all, she missed Stone, a man who’d shown her the fine art of smelling the roses, of being happy in the moment, a man who kissed like heaven and looked at her like she was his world.
After her shift, she went to Spencer’s, hoping a home-cooked meal would take her mind off Wishful. It certainly smelled delicious when she walked into his place. How he found the time or the energy to cook after a long day at the hospital, she never understood, but she was grateful.
But this scent was different, not a main course, but a baking scent.
Chocolate.
Her mouth watered. “I’ll take two of whatever that is,” she said, entering his kitchen, where her smile gave way to shock when she found Serena stirring something on the stove.
“Hey,” Serena said. “Just in time.” She lifted a wooden spoon dripping in chocolate. “Taste this. Too sugary?”
“Can chocolate ever be too sugary?”
“Hell, yes. If you go right into a diabetic coma, I took it too far.” She waited while Emma took a taste. “Good?”
“Amazing. What the hell are you doing here?”
“She opened the envelope.” Spencer joined them, clearly fresh from a shower. He looked happy and relaxed.
She took a closer look at Serena. Yep, they both have afterglow all over their faces. “So you used the one way ticket,” Emma said to Serena.
“Yep, I took the plunge.” Serena pulled out a fresh spoon from a drawer and resumed stirring. “I’m selling my place. Going big city.” She beamed at Spencer. “Opening a pastry shop not too far from the hospital. You can come on your breaks and I’ll take care of your sugar rush for you, any time.”
Spencer pulled Serena in close and Serena closed her eyes and hugged him tight.
The two of them seemed so happy it almost hurt to look at them. “You’re selling your place,” Emma said. “Uprooting your entire life. For a
“Hey,” Spence said, insulted.
“A guy you hardly know,” Emma went on.
Serena ran her fingers through Spence’s hair, her eyes on his as she smiled. “I’m not uprooting anything. I wanted a change. New York is it. Spence is just the bonus.”
He smiled at her. “Admit it, I’m a fairly big bonus.”
“The biggest, baby.”
Gobsmacked, Emma sank to a chair. “You’re selling your business.”
“Well that’s just good sense. It won’t run without me. Your father did the same thing. No one could run that place like him. Well, you could have, but it wasn’t your thing. Sometimes it’s just time to move on.”
“Yes, but he’s still going to work there.”
Serena shot her a funny look. “No, he’s not. You guys sold.”
“To a group of doctors.”
“Yes, who are turning the clinic into a hoity-toity vacation B &B for other doctors.”
“No. My dad’s going to work there. He-” She broke off as Serena slowly shook her head.
“Sorry,” she said. “But it’s a done deal. They were demoing when I left yesterday.”
Emma whipped toward Spencer, who gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know. But it’s what he wanted, so-”
“No.” She shook her head, grabbed her purse, and headed toward the door. “It’s not. It’s not what he wanted at all. It’s what he thinks I wanted. And I was wrong.”
“So let me get this straight,” TJ said, standing in the middle of an empty Wishful Delights. “We live in the boondocks, and yet Serena sold this place off in one day, and now the new owner has already hired you, sight unseen. You’re okay with that?”
“The building predates the 1907 fire,” Stone said. “It’s one of the oldest historical sites in town. The buyer wants to restore it to its former glory, which is right up my alley. Plus, I was prepaid in cash. So yeah, I’m okay with that. I’m meeting the owner here in half an hour.” He looked down at his clipboard and the notes he’d taken. “Besides, it’s keeping me from losing it.”
“Used to be that mountain biking would have done that.”
Stone lifted a shoulder. “Things change.”
TJ looked at him for a long moment, his eyes unusually solemn. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I’m not sick.”
“You’re in love. Same difference.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in love.”
“Just because I don’t believe in it for myself doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in it. Cam found it. You found it.”
“And lost it.”
