It was beautifully appointed with comfortable furniture and stunning examples of plant life. He only noticed it peripherally. Fear and joy—tempered with anxiety—churned inside him as memories rose up and swallowed him like an ocean tide. “Excuse me,” Caitlin had said softly as she’d stuck her head in Edward’s office door. “Dr. Huntington?” “Yes?” Edward had said, looking up from a test result. When he saw it was Caitlin, he nearly fell out of his chair. Two weeks before, when he’d seen her for the first time, he’d been so awestruck that he’d walked right into a wall. He was still mortified. But that feeling was soon quashed by the quickening of his heart when he saw her smile. He tried not to think about how he’d altered his path through the hospital over the last two weeks so he’d see her at least a couple of times a day, mostly because it sounded creepy. Okay, even he had to admit it was a bit creepy, but he couldn’t help himself.
