She wanted to jump up and down and let out a scream. But professionalism stopped her. Instead, she reached out her hand to take Donovan’s. Zing. The current shot straight up her arm. She couldn’t acknowledge it. She was watching his eyes for any hint that he might have felt it too. But Donovan Reid was as cool as the proverbial cucumber. ‘Are you sure? You don’t need to do an interview or an evaluation?’ He shook his head. ‘My team. My choice. I’d only need to go to internal interviews if I didn’t have a candidate.’ He gave her a smile. ‘But I do. Do you want to be part of the team, Grace?’ Did she want to be part of the team? Did teenage girls dream of being Mrs Beiber? Did every medical student dream of meeting their own Dr McDreamy or McSteamy? She shot him her best beaming smile. ‘I’d love to be part of the team, Donovan. What do you want me to do first?’ * * * ‘Why didn’t I open the envelope?’ groaned Anna as she flopped down on Grace’s bed.
