Damn Wright (The Wrights 2)
This was the first time she’d realized the differences in how she and Liam looked at death, and she wondered if their varied outlooks had kept her from bonding with him more completely.
“Which, I have no doubt, makes you an incredible doctor. But it’s also always made me worry about you in the medical field. Especially in emergency medicine. After what I experienced overseas, I worried over how the death of patients would affect you. You’ve always been so compassi
onate. So sensitive. But I guess I should have known you’d find a way to handle it. You’ve always been able to handle anything.”
“Not anything.” Not Dylan leaving her. Not the end of their marriage. “But most. A friend of mine wants me to go on a humanitarian mission in Honduras with her.”
“Really. For how long?”
“At least a month, maybe more. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Isn’t your residency over soon?”
“Three weeks.”
“And you don’t have a job lined up?”
“I’ve had a few offers. I’ll probably go with Vanderbilt.”
“Probably? I’m surprised you’d wait until the last minute to make plans for the future. The Emma I knew had a minimum of ten years planned out ahead of time.”
“I’m not the girl you left behind. And Liam was offered a job at Johns Hopkins, so I wasn’t giving local jobs serious consideration. Until now.”
“Does your friend already live in Honduras, or would you be going with an organization?”
“An organization.”
“And Vanderbilt will give you the time?”
“Maizey said they would. She’s taking a position as a radiologist there, and they gave her the time.”
“Maizey? Maizey Eckert?”
“Yep.”
A slow smile crept across his face. “Your childhood girlfriend is a doctor? And you’re working together?”
“Yep.”
“How cool is that?”
“Very.”
“Haven’t seen her since we were, like, eighteen and you were Facetiming her. How is she?”
“Really good.”
“It’s really great you two stayed in touch.”
“She’s always been there for me.” She exhaled and pulled her hand from his, drew her knees up, and wrapped her arms around them. The intensity of his focus and pointed questions made Emma uncomfortable. “My dreams may have stalled, but they still exist. Honduras is a test run.”
“For what?”
“A more permanent situation.”
“Wait, what?”
“This shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s always been my dream. You did it, why can’t I?”