“You know where they are. I don’t have to tell you.”
“Thanks.” Luke got up.
“Take your rope, too.”
Luke winked and disappeared into the stockroom while Carson leaned back in his father’s chair and scrubbed a hand over his face.
Luke had one thing right. He was tense. He worked too much.
You’re wasting your surgical talent here. Why didn’t you take that internship at Mayo? Why are you giving up a prestigious surgical residency to become a general practitioner?
Danielle’s words haunted him.
Lately, they had been bothering him more. Ever since the old office building across the road had been bought and he’d got wind that a new doctor from Los Angeles was moving into town. There weren’t many full-timers in Crater Lake. The ageing population was a threat to the small town and now with this resort community going in, it would bring more people, but not people who would be here all the time and Carson couldn’t help but wonder if the time of the small-town doctor was gone.
Perhaps he had wasted his life? Maybe he should’ve cared less about the practice like Luke. Maybe he would’ve become a great surgeon.
More and more lately it seemed he was thinking these thoughts. He didn’t take risks, but he was happy with the choices he made.
This was the path he chose and he was happy.
He was happy.
Who are you trying to convince?
He groaned inwardly. He didn’t have to let the ghosts of his past haunt him.
Get a grip on yourself.
Carson shook those thoughts away.
No, he was doing what he’d always wanted to do. Sure, he’d been offered several amazing residencies, but surgery was not what he wanted to do.
He liked the small-town life; he liked the connection he had with the people in Crater Lake. He would be stifled in a big city; he’d be trapped in a busy hospital in the OR for countless hours. This he preferred.
Still …
It irked him that another doctor had moved into town, but he couldn’t stop it and frankly he hoped she was up to the challenge. She was from California. He doubted it very much that she would be able to survive her first winter here and that thought secretly pleased him.
Louise knocked and then opened his door. She looked worried. “Dr. Ralston, Mrs. Johnstone is in the waiting room. She needs to speak with you.”
“Is everything okay? I thought the twins’ appointment was later?”
Louise’s lips pursed together. “She’s here to cancel her appointment and take their chart.”
“Hold on!” Esme called out. She had no idea who was banging on the front door of her office. She wasn’t open yet. The big day was at the end of the week. If it was a delivery they could’ve read the sign and come along to the back alleyway.
Only the banging was insistent. It sounded almost angry, which made her pause. Perhaps she should take a peek out the window. The last thing she wanted was it to be the tabloids outside pounding on her door. Not that they’d bothered with her for the past three months.
She’d dealt with enough press in LA before she’d hightailed it to the solitude of the mountains. Of course, when she’d chosen Crater Lake as her new home, she’d known that there was going to be a resort community, but she hadn’t realized another high-end spa and hotel was going up.
Esme could handle a small ski-resort community, but a huge high-end spa and hotel? That was not what she wanted. Small. Sleepy and in need of a friendly and eager town physician. Of course, once she’d spent all her money on buying her practice she really hadn’t been able to change her mind. The building she had bought had been on the market for five years.
She knew there was an old family practice in town. Dr. Ralston had been practicing medicine in Crater Lake his whole career and his father before that and his father before that. It was time to breathe some new life into Crater Lake.
The pounding reminded her why her inventory of medical supplies was being interrupted and she glanced out of the window of her primary exam room.
“Whoa.”
The handsome man standing in front of her office was definitely not paparazzi or press. He didn’t have a camera or a recorder, or even a smartphone on him. He was well dressed in casual business attire. His brown hair combed neatly, clean shaven, but definitely an outdoorsy type of guy, because she could see his forearms where he’d rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt were tanned and muscular.
He was a well-dressed country boy and Esme had a thing for country boys. Always had, but that was a hard thing to find in Los Angeles.
Unless you counted the country singers she’d treated, and she didn’t. Of course, when she’d thought she’d found the perfect guy it had turned out she hadn’t and she was terrified by who she’d become and about what he wanted from her.
Don’t think about Shane.
Well, whoever this guy was, he was off-limits. She wasn’t here to get involved with anyone. Besides, he was probably married or taken. One thing Esme had discovered about her new place of residence was that Crater Lake was mostly filled with older people and young families. It wasn’t a happening place for singles and that was fine by her.
She was here to hide, not find happiness. She didn’t deserve that. Not after what she’d done to Shane.
Not after what happened in the OR with her last surgery. It was too painful. Love and friendship, they were not what she was here for. She was here to be a doctor. She was here to blend in, to hide so no one could find her.
He banged on the door again.
She ran her hand through her hair, hoping she didn’t smell of sweat too much. Even though she had no interest in impressing him, she didn’t want to scare off any potential patients because she gave off the impression of being smelly.
“Just a minute!” Esme called out as she undid the chain and bolt on her office door. She opened it. “Hey, look, I’m not open today.”
“I’m aware,” he said tersely. “Can I come in?”
“I don’t even know you.”
“Is that how you plan to treat residents of Crater Lake?” he asked.
What’s this guy’s deal?
“Okay, how about we start with introductions? I’m Dr. Petersen.” She held out her hand, but he just glanced at it, ignoring her proffering.
“I know who you are, Dr. Petersen.” His blue eyes were dark, his brow furrowed.
Oh, crap.
“You do? You know who I am? I’m sorry I can’t say the same.”
He was clearly annoyed and she didn’t have time for this. “Look, I’m kind of busy today. Why don’t you call my office and my nurse will call you about an appointment time? I’m pretty open for appointments as I’m not open for business just yet.”
“You have a nurse?” he asked.
“Well, not yet, but I’ve interviewed some interesting candidates.”
“I bet.”
Esme frowned. “Have I offended you some way? If I have, I’m really sorry, but again I haven’t opened yet.”
“I’m aware you’re not open yet. Of course, that really doesn’t stop you from poaching patients.”
Esme