Page 189 of Enthrall Ecstasy
My view.
I was still reeling over that revelation, now seeing it differently from when we’d first arrived. I took in the surrounding scenery—the place that would become my home. This sacred earth.
Henry’s town car glided back down the hill.
Cameron gestured to the helicopter. “Next stop Cedars-Sinai?”
Was I that transparent?
They’d always seen through me. Always would.
“Your brother just offered me a job,” I said.
“Hope you accepted it,” said Cameron. “You’re working for me and Cole Tea, too. How does that sound?”
“Great.”
Like a dream job with the kind of responsibility I’d craved.
Cameron added, “You have our support to launch CloudSource to the next level.”
Pride filled me, knowing I had this chance at something special.
“Go celebrate with a friend,” said Richard. “You know…her.”
Maybe seeing Rue again to offer an apology for that misstep over Majestic was as good as it got under the circumstances.
“Come on,” said Cameron. “It won’t be the first time I’ve landed on the helipad at Cedars-Sinai. I’ll alert traffic control and the ER.”
“Isn’t that reserved for trauma patients?” I asked.
“You’re a trauma patient,” said Richard. “Trauma of the heart.”
“Yes, thank you, Richard, for that insight.” Cameron rolled his eyes.
“How do you know she’s working today?” I asked.
Then I remembered this was Cameron Cole. He’d have thought of everything.
Even flying in a helicopter, it would still feel like it was taking a lifetime to reach her.
The only way to cope with this chaos was to surrender to it.
Get into the zone.
Adrenaline has you moving fast. Going from room to room and circling the central nursing station like a pro.
Admitting and discharging patients constantly, carrying out doctor’s orders—thinking on your feet. And in the middle of all this you’re giving everything you’ve got to save the lives of those who come to Cedars-Sinai ER for help.
It’s easy to forget to eat or drink anything. Taking a pee is the last thing you get to do sometimes. When the place is at maximum capacity everyone sacrifices their own comfort.
Until a supervisor insists you take a break.
The end of the shift comes up so damn fast it’s mindboggling. Only then am I aware my hair’s a mess and my feet are killing me.
One of the best things about my job is not having time to dwell on what’s going on in my personal life.
No time to think ofhim.
