"I wanted you to meet someone," Dr. Suri said.

The woman whom he"d run into in the parking lot had turned toward him. She closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds, like she was pained, but then quickly hid it behind a tight, Mona Lisa smile.

Suri stepped around her desk. "Dr. West, this is Dr. Marin Rush. She"s interviewing for the open position on your floor. Since you"d be training her if she"s hired, I thought it was important for you to join in on the second part of the interview."

"I-" The name was ringing bells in his head-thick, reverberating sounds. Marin. Marin.

"Marin, this is Donovan West."



Marin"s lips tilted into the barest of smirks, and that"s when it came back to him, in one, scrolling memory. Late nights and long conversations. Teasing glances and longing looks. He"d kissed those lips. He"d touched this woman. But only once. Mari.

f.u.c.k.

Mari-no, Marin-took a step forward and put out her hand formally. "Nice to meet you, Dr. West."

He took her hand. It was chilled, delicate, but the squeeze she gave him was firm and confident. He didn"t want to let it go. "You can call me Donovan."

"Donovan, then."

He couldn"t read her eyes. She was giving him a professional mask. A stranger"s face. But the way she"d said his name and the slight flush in her cheeks told him she wasn"t unaffected. This was why she"d been so freaked out when they"d collided outside. She"d recognized him. Now he felt like an a.s.s for not placing her sooner. But she looked so different. No less striking but a much more refined version of the girl he"d shared spring break with all those years ago.

Dr. Suri smiled, which lit her normally stern face with a cheerfulness he hadn"t seen before, and headed back behind her desk. "Marin attended Dallas University and worked under Dr. Paxton like you. You were probably there at the same time, though Marin just graduated last year, so I doubt you crossed paths."

"Last year?" He frowned.

Marin smiled. "Yes, I remember hearing about your success with your research after you graduated. I was a soph.o.m.ore at the time. Congratulations on that, by the way."

Donovan blinked. "A soph-"

That would"ve meant . . . Ah, h.e.l.l.

"Why don"t we all sit down and chat?" Dr. Suri suggested. "Marin"s research is very impressive, and she"s come to us with the highest of recommendations from Dr. Paxton."

Donovan nodded and went to the other empty chair, his brain spinning. He"d looked for Mari after that night. Not just because he"d felt like a b.a.s.t.a.r.d for unceremoniously taking her virginity but also because he"d liked talking to her. He"d been so messed up back then, and she"d been this light in the dark, someone who had made him smile and want things and hope. A reprieve from the anxiety and crus.h.i.+ng depression his parents" murder had brought on. He"d known it was a bad idea to get involved with anyone, but he hadn"t been able to let it go that easily. He"d gone to the sleep department to find her, but no one had known a "Mary." After a few useless attempts to track her down, he"d stopped because he"d realized then that if Mari had wanted to be found, she would"ve come to him.

Now he realized why she"d bailed. She"d lied to him. He hadn"t just taken her virginity. He"d f.u.c.ked a G.o.dd.a.m.ned teenager. His stomach flipped over.

Dr. Suri asked about Marin"s accomplishments. The woman had an impressive research track record for only being a year out of her program. And when she spoke about it, she was as articulate and sharp as he remembered. Her pa.s.sion was evident in every word, in the bright spark that lit her eyes when she got into the data. He got that. Research used to light him up like that, too. But he had to focus.

He could deal with whatever happened between them in the past later. Right now, she was being considered for a position on his floor. He"d be responsible for her training. If he failed again, he may as well hand the director position to Dr. Rhodes. He needed to forget about who she was and look at her with critical eyes. Do a real interview.

He sat back in his chair and considered her. "Dr. Rush, it"s clear that you"ve excelled in your research and have a lot invested in it, but I haven"t heard you speak about your clinical experience besides that interns.h.i.+p at the high school, which sounded more education focused than therapy based."

Marin"s gaze, which had been firmly on Suri, slid his way. Her lips thinned and worry flickered on her face. She cleared her throat. "My clinical experience is limited since my research took so much of my time, but I"m well-trained, a quick study, and am eager to work in the field under a strong supervisor."

He frowned. "No clinical interns.h.i.+ps with adults?"

She shook her head. "I worked a few weeks in a mental health center."

He tried not to groan. The girl was as green as spring gra.s.s. No bueno. "That definitely wouldn"t have prepared you for this. Our clients have extremely high expectations and can be a lot to handle. We"ve lost two experienced therapists over the last year. The X-wing can be a gauntlet."

She sat up straighter. "I"m not scared of a challenge."

She was lying. He could tell. But he wasn"t going to call her on it in front of Suri. "I"m not sure this is going to be the right fit for you."

Something fierce flashed in her eyes. "With all due respect, Dr. West, I think you"re wrong. And if you give me a chance, I can prove that to you."

"This isn"t-"

But Suri interrupted him. "Marin, I think that"s an excellent idea, actually. I, too, am a bit concerned about your lack of field experience. But your background is impressive, and I take Dr. Paxton"s recommendations very seriously. Skills can be learned if you have a solid foundation to work with and a dedicated mentor committed to your success." She cut a look Donovan"s way, her warning landing like a grenade in his lap. "So why don"t we start with a six-month probationary period?"

Marin"s attention swung to Dr. Suri. "Probationary?"

"Yes. We"ll set you up with temporary housing on campus. All of our therapists and doctors get the option of free housing on the grounds if they"re willing to be on call a few days a month. Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes," Marin said without hesitation.

"And we"ll pay you as if you"re a permanent employee. But I want you to work with Dr. West for a few months. He"s right. This position has been particularly hard to find the right person for. We"ll have you shadow Donovan, gain some experience, and then we"ll reevaluate at the end of the trial period-both to see if you think it"s right for you and to determine if you"re the right fit for us."

Donovan opened his mouth to protest.

But Dr. Suri nailed him with that gaze again. "Dr. West, I trust that you will work hard to mentor Dr. Rush and get her up to speed."

His lips flattened. Her message clear. Her success is your success. Don"t f.u.c.k up. "Of course."

She turned to Marin and smiled. "I guess you have an official offer then, Dr. Rush. Do you have any questions for me?"

Marin"s hands were twisting in her lap, the only sign of her nerves or excitement or whatever the h.e.l.l she was feeling. He"d think it was cute if he wasn"t so annoyed at being strong-armed into this hire. "Just one. I don"t live alone. How does that work with housing?"

Donovan"s neck muscles pulled tight. She didn"t live alone. She had someone. Of course she did. Why wouldn"t she? His gaze drifted back to her hands.

No ring.

Not that it mattered. This girl was off-f.u.c.king-limits. He was going to train her. No. He was going to make sure she was the best G.o.dd.a.m.ned therapist she could be. And he was going to get his promotion. End of story.

Suri waved a dismissive hand. "Not a problem. Anything else? Do you need time to think over the decision?"

Donovan knew what the answer would be. Maybe Marin had a pile of other offers on the table. People who got interviews here usually did. They only hired the best. But they were the best. When you got an offer at The Grove, you didn"t say no.

Marin smiled. "Not at all. When can I start?"

9.

One month later Marin tried to keep the giddy smile off her face as she and Nate unloaded the moving truck and carried their things into their new two-bedroom cottage. When Dr. Suri had offered her the job and told her that free housing was involved, she"d nearly spun around in a circle and broken into song.

In that moment, she hadn"t cared that this was a probationary appointment or that Donovan West was burning a hole into the side of her head and clearly didn"t want her here. She had a job, a place to stay, and would have enough money to send Nate to school as long as she got the permanent position. And there was no G.o.dd.a.m.ned way she wasn"t going to. She had six months to prove herself, and she would do whatever it took to make it happen. The salary they"d offered and this house were like winning a small lottery. She wasn"t going to be rolling around in dollar bills on her bed or anything, but that ever-crus.h.i.+ng stress of living paycheck to paycheck would go away. She"d be comfortable.

And this house . . . G.o.d. When they"d said they had housing, she"d expected something stark and dorm-like, but these cottages were posh. Gorgeous refinished wood floors, high ceilings, period details mixed with high-end appliances and furniture. They"d taken simple houses that had been built for staff when it was an asylum and decked them out. And the look on the outside was pure New Orleans with its pale pink clapboard and raised foundation. Marin imagined it had seen a lot in its years-survived floods and famines and hurricanes. Somehow she was comforted by that, made the place feel solid and dependable beneath her feet. And the view out the windows of the trees and gardens was stunning. It was a fairy-tale cottage. One that put every other place they"d ever lived in to shame.

But despite the nice digs, Nathan was less than thrilled about the arrangement, so Marin was trying to keep her enthusiasm in check. Nate had planned to spend his last summer before college with Henry and his high school friends, but Marin had told him that if he wanted to go to art school, this was the price. He"d have to live with her at The Grove for the summer before moving into the dorms at school. He"d agreed, but now she had a sulky, lovelorn teenager on her hands.

She understood where the angst was coming from, but he was going to have to get over it. She had her own angst to mull over. New job. New city. Donovan f.u.c.king West. She stacked a third box on a pile of two. "Lots of pretty scenery to paint around here. You can get some practice on landscapes."

Nate didn"t look her way. "Uh-huh."

She frowned and tried again. "What time do I need to bring you into the city for your interviews?"

At her behest, he"d applied to a few jobs. She needed him occupied. Otherwise, he"d mope all summer. But instead of applying in Bellemeade, the small town that was a few miles outside The Grove, he"d applied to places in New Orleans-art galleries, coffee shops, photography studios. It was forty-five minutes away, which she didn"t love, but she"d compromised. The kid was an artist. He craved the city. Maybe if he fell in love with New Orleans, it would ease the separation from his friends and boyfriend.

Nate shrugged. "You don"t need to bring me. I can take the bike."

She scowled. Nate had saved up all his money from his after-school job for a used motorcycle. She hated the whole idea of it, but he"d reminded her that he"d turned eighteen last week and could make the call. She didn"t give a s.h.i.+t about the age thing, but he"d also reminded her that they couldn"t live on one car anymore. She"d be stranded every day when he went into the city to work. Plus, he"d need something once school started. She hadn"t been able to win against the practical argument. But she didn"t have to like it.

"Make sure you wear your helmet every time and don"t speed. And always have your inhaler with you and-"

He lifted a hand. "I got it, all right? Don"t do stupid s.h.i.+t that will get you killed."

"Yes. Good advice in all situations."

He shoved his hand in his pockets. "Do they have Internet here? I told Henry I"d Skype when we got here."

She headed to the kitchen where her welcome packet was and pulled out the card with the Internet code. "Campus-wide wireless."

He plucked the card from her fingers and grabbed his laptop. "I"ll be in my room."

"Tell Henry I said hi."

He grunted.

She rolled her eyes and went back to unpacking. But just as she opened one of the kitchen boxes, there was a light knock on the back door. She"d left only the screen door closed, so when she looked up, she saw Oriana giving her a little wave. "Welcome wagon"s here."

Marin smiled and abandoned the box. "Come on in. It"s not locked."

Oriana swung open the door. Today she wasn"t in her white coat but instead looked to be heading out for a summer stroll in pale yellow capris, big sungla.s.ses, and a sleeveless white s.h.i.+rt. She had a potted plant in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. She lifted both toward Marin by way of greeting. "I come bearing gifts."

"Ooh, thanks." She took both from Oriana and gave the plant a sniff. "Mmm, basil."

"It"s from the community garden we have near the children"s building. Basil brings good luck to a new home. And wine brings good luck to everything." She leaned against the counter, glancing around. "You also may want to burn some sage to cleanse whatever bad energy is left from the last resident. He got fired for hooking up with a patient. Very scandalous."

Marin lifted a brow as she brought the plant to the sunny window over the sink and set it on the sill. She put the wine on the counter. "Cleansing bad energy? A doctor who believes in superst.i.tion?"

Her lips lifted at the corner. "I grew up in New Orleans. It"s a requirement to have a healthy respect for otherworldly things. Plus, my grandmother was big into natural remedies and taught me a lot about them. Some work. Some don"t. Some have a placebo effect. But the clients here like a holistic approach, so it"s good to have some tricks up your sleeve." She gave a wistful sigh. "I"m still waiting for that love spell to kick in with that hot orderly on the inpatient ward, though."

Marin laughed. "I"m afraid to ask what"s involved in that."

She sniffed. "Mostly longing looks from me as I pa.s.s him in the hallway. We"re both too smart to risk our jobs over a hot interlude in the supply closet. Though, sometimes I wonder . . . May be worth it."

Marin scrubbed a hand through her hair, the humidity making it stick to her forehead. "So they"re pretty strict about interoffice stuff here, huh?"

A picture of Donovan rumpled and covered with lipstick marks ran through her mind. She had no idea where he"d been coming from that morning, but it was pretty obvious it was from some woman"s bed.

She shrugged. "I"m not going to say it never happens. With so many of us working long hours and living on-site, it can be a little like boarding school. But it"s best not to get caught. The head honchos don"t want the drama. The clients provide enough of that."

"I"m sure."

"Mar, have you seen the charger for my computer? I just lost the-" Nate stepped into the kitchen and stopped talking when he saw Oriana there. "Oh, sorry."

"Nate, this is Oriana. She"s another psychologist who works here. Oriana, my brother, Nathan."

Oriana smiled and put her hand out. "You can call me Ori."

Nate gave her hand a quick shake. "Nice to meet you."

Marin was pleased to see that despite his pouty mood, he hadn"t forgotten his manners. "I think the charger is in the backseat of the car."

"Cool. Thanks." He jogged out the back door, no doubt in a hurry to reconnect his call with Henry.

Ori watched him leave and sent Marin a questioning look. "He"s staying with you?"

"Yeah, he starts art school in New Orleans in the fall, so he"ll be here for the summer."

"He didn"t want to stay with your family?"

"I am his family. Our mom pa.s.sed away when he was nine, and no dad in the picture, so I"ve been raising him since then."

"Wow. I"m sorry about your mom."

"We"ve done all right."

"Yeah, he seems like a nice kid. Good looking, too. You better keep him away from east campus. We have a residential teen program, and those girls will fall on him like starving tigers."

Marin laughed. "He has a boyfriend, so I think he"s safe."

"Ah, well keep him away from west campus then where the teen boys are. Same threats apply."

Marin smirked. "Noted. Hey, you want some coffee or something? I think I can find the coffeepot."

Ori waved a dismissive hand. "No, I"m heading into town to do some shopping. I"m on call tonight, so I have to get out while the getting"s good. I just wanted to stop by and welcome you to the insanity since I know it can be a little intimidating to start here. The place can be kind of cliquey. So know you have at least one friend already."

Marin reached out and gave Ori"s hand a squeeze. "Thanks. That means a lot. Believe me."

"We"ll do coffee soon. I expect sordid stories from the X-wing."

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