“What on earth are you doing here?”“Work.” He scanned the quiet room, then picked up a random chart and started reading.One caramel hand slapped on top of the words. “I repeat—what do you think you’re doing here? You’ve put in overtime and then some. Go home to your wife.”“I would if I had one,” he snarled.Stella’s glance was razor-keen. “Uh-oh.” She snagged his arm. “Come with me.”He shook her off. “I’m busy.”“Uh-huh. I can see that.” She nodded at the paperwork. “You’re such a fan of reading closed charts on their way to be filed.” She tugged again. “You following me or do I have to get rough?”“Buzz off, Stel.” He glowered at her.But Stella hadn’t reigned over the ER for twenty-one years for nothing. “If you got some notion you’re scaring me, Doctor—” her tone was witheringly formal “—you are one crazy white man.” She sighed. “Not that you aren’t already managing a dead-on imitation of a fool.”Jake closed his eyes.
