And where does this Dr. Freedman have an office? Portland?” “No, she’s in Dallas and she’s the most renowned in her field.” Willow put her hands in her lap and gritted her teeth, steeling herself for the fight she felt coming. “How am I supposed to get there? Drive? Fly? I can’t afford that, Austin. And then there’s Emma. Am I just supposed to drop everything and leave her? Leave my job, my family, everything and everyone I’ve ever known? For how long? And do all that just so she can tell me that I have a fifty-fifty chance. I can’t do that, Austin. I won’t.” Willow turned so she faced him. “I won’t do it.” Austin tossed the remainder of his sandwich back on his plate and wiped his hands on a napkin. “Willow St. James, why do you think I sent you an email?” She snorted. She had no idea. “The bigger question is why did you leave without saying good-bye?” “I told you—”
