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By the time I was finished with surgery, it was seven o’clock. Walking out of the O.R., I saw Graham leaning against the wall.

“I heard you were in surgery. How’s your patient?”

“He’ll be fine.” I sighed. “His wife shot him.”

“Great marriage.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Are you ready to head to my place?”

“Yeah.”

I climbed into my car and followed him to his apartment building. Pulling up next to him, we both climbed out at the same time. He hooked his arm around me as we entered the building.

“How did the MRI go?” he asked while we stepped into the elevator.

I lay my head on his shoulder and didn’t say a word.

“I figured. I’m sorry, Ella.”

“Thanks. I don’t think she wants to accept it.”

The elevator doors opened to the fifteenth floor, and we stepped out.

“My apartment is around the corner,” he said.

“This is really nice.” I smiled, stepping inside his place.

“Thanks. I like it.” He smiled, setting down his bag. “What do you like on your pizza?”

“Anything and everything.” My eyes scanned his space.

“I’m not too much of a fan of pepperoni, so how about ham, onions, green peppers, and mushrooms.”

“Sounds great.” I grinned.

“Can I pour you a glass of wine?”

“Do you have anything stronger?”

“Scotch?” He walked over to the bar cart that sat in the corner.

“Perfect.” I smiled, sitting down on the couch. “Did this place come fully furnished, or are you just an exceptional decorator?”

He chuckled, handing me my drink. “It came fully furnished.”

CHAPTER 19

Graham

With my scotch, I sat beside her. I didn’t plan on inviting her over, but when I saw her standing in line for coffee on the rooftop, I couldn’t help myself. Besides, I was a total dick yesterday for not calling or texting her like I promised I would. After seeing my old house, I didn’t want to talk to anyone or do anything. The demons inside me were in full force, and it was best I was alone.

The doorbell rang, so I got up and opened the door. Pulling some cash from my pocket, I handed it to the delivery guy and took the pizza from him.

“Thanks, man. Have a good night,” I said.

“You too.”

“Pizza has arrived.” I smiled, holding up the box before setting it on the island.

“Thank God. I’m starving,” Ella spoke, jumping up from the couch.

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