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“I’ll be waiting”

Brody whistled while he dressed He had never felt as content as he did at this moment He was home He ith his faer and his drive to succeed at all costs keep him from the people he loved the most He barely made it home before his mother’s death but that just le moment from here on out

He skipped down the stairs and stopped briefly in the office He picked up the phone and dialed He reached the night secretary for his boss, the chief of surgery “Surgical suite How can I help you?”

A smile lit his face “Hi, Beautiful! Do you miss me yet?”

He could hear the smile on her weathered old face She was sixty-five if she was a day old “Is that you, Brody?” she chuckled

“Oh, shucks How’d you knoas me?”

“Nobody else tries to sweet talk me the way you do What can I do for you?”

“Is the chief around?” Brody asked

“Nope He’s in surgery We just happen to be short one hand around here, you know,” she said candidly “When are you co home?”

“Well, that’s what I want to talk to the chief about I spoke to hi to the local hospital here Do you know if he looked into it for me?”

“Leaving us, are you? What’s her naernails tapping on her desk

“What makes you think there’s a ‘her’?” Brody asked

“Because only a woman could make you want to stay away,” she replied

The chief’s secretary was known for spreading ruations that are going to take up my time for a while”