Suddenly Last Summer

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Praise for Sarah Morgan (#ulink_28c6e11b-b208-5285-bb53-03b0619d8e68)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_fbfda9ed-ef0a-53e3-a336-67ead50aaaa3)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_1a3658a5-32d1-527d-a140-9f6290b67076)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_15c7c44e-beb4-5f5d-a074-db811f60bd63)

“PHONE CALL FOR YOU, Dr. O’Neil. She says it’s an emergency.”

Sean rolled his shoulders to ease the tension, his mind still in the operating room.

His patient was a promising soccer player. He’d torn the anterior cruciate ligament in his left knee, a common enough injury that had ended plenty of sports careers. Sean was determined it wasn’t going to end this one. The procedure had gone well, although surgery was only the beginning. What followed would be a lengthy rehabilitation that would require dedication and determination from all involved.

Still thinking about how to manage expectations, he took the phone from the nurse. “Sean O’Neil.”

“Sean? Where the hell were you last night?”

Braced for a different conversation, Sean frowned with irritation. “Veronica? You shouldn’t be calling me here. I was told this was an emergency.”

“It is an emergency!” Her voice rose along with her temper. “Next time you invite me to dinner, have the decency to show up.”

Damn.

A nurse came out of the operating room and handed him a form.

“Veronica, I’m sorry.” He tucked the phone between his cheek and his shoulder and gestured for a pen. “I was called back to the hospital. A colleague had problems with a patient. I was operating.”

“And you couldn’t have called me? I waited in that restaurant for an hour. An hour, Sean! A man tried to pick me up.”

Sean signed the form. “Was he nice?”

“Do not joke about it. It was the most embarrassing hour of my life. Don’t ever, ever do that to me again.”

He handed the form back to the nurse with a brief smile. “You’d rather I left a patient to bleed to death?”

“I’d rather you honored your commitments.”

“I’m a surgeon. My first commitment is to my patients.”