Friends? Is that what she called it?
Richard heard Anna’s explanation of their relationship with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
What the hell was she doing here? Why hadn’t someone warned him?
He had heard that Anna was working for Northeastern HealthCare, he just had never dreamed she would be on board for the conglomerate’s hostile takeover attempts at Walnut River General.
How could she sit across the boardroom table, all cool and gorgeous like some kind of damn Viking princess, acting as if her very presence wasn’t a betrayal of everything her family had done for this hospital and this town?
Yeah, he had been crazy about Anna once. But it had been a long, long time ago.
RAEANNE THAYNE
finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains, where she lives with her husband and three children. Her books have won numerous honours, including a RITA® nomination from Romance Writers of America and a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine. RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com.
A Merger… Or Marriage?
RaeAnne Thayne
Chapter One
So this was what it felt like to be a pariah.
Anna Wilder tilted her chin slightly higher, tightened her grasp on her briefcase and walked firmly past the two gray-haired biddies at the information desk in the lobby of Walnut River General Hospital.
She didn’t need to keep them in view to feel the heat of their glares following her to the gleaming elevator doors. She also didn’t need to fully hear their whispers to catch enough to make her ulcer go into overdrive.
It’s her, Anna Wilder.
The traitor.
James and Alice must be rolling in their graves.
She did her best to ignore them—and the hurt that settled like greasy black bile in her stomach. Still, to her great shame, she wasn’t quite able to control the slight tremble of her hand as she pushed the elevator button to go up.
One of the two cars appeared to be permanently stuck on the second floor but the other one at last began creeping downward in what felt like excruciatingly painful slow motion.
She prayed the blasted thing would hurry up and arrive—not only to allow her to slip inside and escape the stares and whispers but, more importantly, because she was late.
She really hated being late.
The elevator stopped on the second floor and paused there for a few moments before continuing its descent. Suddenly a new apprehension fluttered her ulcer.
Why hadn’t she been smart enough to take the stairs? The only thing worse than being late for her meeting would be the social discomfort of encountering one of her siblings in the elevator during her first few minutes at the hospital.
She didn’t know which one would be harder to face right now. Ella? Peter? David? It probably didn’t matter. They were all furious with her and would no doubt love a chance to let her know.
Just before the elevator arrived, one of the two volunteers at the information desk raised her voice in what had to be deliberate malice so Anna couldn’t miss her words.
“She might have the Wilder name,” she said in a carrying voice, “but she’s not a true Wilder. How can she be, since she’s in bed with those who are trying to sell out this hospital and this town?”
Anna inhaled sharply. Apparently the doctors weren’t the only ones at Walnut River General who could wield a scalpel. The words effectively sliced straight to where she was most vulnerable.
Her hand tightened on the briefcase as she ruthlessly tried to ignore the hot tears burning behind her eyelids.
It didn’t matter what a couple of dried-up old prunes had to say about her. Why should it? They had nothing better to do with their time than sit around gossiping and watching all the human suffering march through their lobby.
She knew she was doing the right thing—the best thing—for Walnut River and its citizens. She just had to convince everybody else in town.
No problem.
At long, long last, the elevator car arrived and the doors whooshed open. She considered it nothing short of a miracle that it was blessedly empty. Not a Wilder in sight.
Only after the doors slid shut did she close her eyes and slump against the wall of the elevator, pressing a hand to her stomach before she dug in the pocket of her suit jacket for an antacid.
She did not want to be here. In Walnut River, at the hospital her family had all but founded, in this blasted elevator.
It helped nothing that she had expected the reaction she had received from those two volunteers and she expected much more vitriol in the days ahead.
She had read the reports and knew the merger she had been sent here to expedite wasn’t popular among the staff at WRG. Not that she had needed reports. Her family’s unreasonable opposition was all the evidence she needed. They had all made no secret that they were furious at her.
Traitor.
Not a Wilder.
She screwed her eyes shut. Focus on the job, she chanted to herself. That was all that mattered. Move in fast and hard and wrap things up so she could return to New York.
She had no choice, not if she wanted to keep her job. And she certainly did.
She loved working for Northeastern HealthCare, one of the fastest growing health care conglomerates in the region. She was on the fast track there and had great hopes of making vice president within the next five years. That goal would be even closer if she could pull this deal off.
Mercifully, though the elevator stopped on the second floor to pick up a couple of nurses, she didn’t recognize them and they didn’t seem to know her. One of them even gave her a friendly smile.
So maybe David hadn’t yet gotten around to plastering up wanted posters throughout the hospital of her wearing devil horns.
Beware of the evil HMO-mongerer.
She wouldn’t put anything past her second-oldest brother, a gifted plastic surgeon who had recently returned to Walnut River as well. Unlike her, he had come back to a warm welcome, embraced by one and all—the prodigal son giving up a lucrative career in L.A. as plastic surgeon to the stars to share his brilliance with patients in his own hometown.
On the fourth floor, the nurses exited with her. Anna stood for a moment, trying to catch her bearings.
This part of the hospital had been renovated in the past few years and she was slightly disoriented at the changes.
She remembered it as slightly old-fashioned, with wood-grained paneling and dark carpeting. Now everything was light and airy, with new windows and a far more modern feel.
“Do you need help finding something?” one of the nurses asked, noticing her confusion.
“Yes. Thanks. I’m looking for the administrator’s office.”
“Down the hall. Second door on the right,” she said.
“Thank you.” Anna gave a polite smile, grateful for any help she could find here in this hostile environment, then headed in the direction the woman indicated.
The receptionist’s