The next morning, I hurried downstairs, in a rush to get to work to see him, poured myself a cup of coffee, and darted out the door, headed toward work.
I pulled into the parking lot as thoughts of Lance filled my mind, conflicted about what to do. There weren't many men like him anymore with his chivalry and kindness. I loved watching him with Crissy last night and I was sure that he would make good on his promise to visit her again. I took a deep breath, pushed the images of Lance from my mind, and headed into the hospital.
"Morning," I said as I passed the receptionist.
She nodded cheerfully, then turned her attention to a patient who was checking in, one I was sure I'd see later.
After depositing my purse in my locker and donning a lab coat and my stethoscope, I headed out to the
