e doorway, wearing a dark, bespoke suit, his chest heavi

rrified of the man who was the clinic's largest f

ly. His predatory gaze locked onto t

fore Aimee could react, his long arm shot out

pped, reaching u

high above his head out of her reach. He didn't even look

h pity, but the threat to his funding was too great. He hurried past Hamil

velope in half. He tore it again, then shoved the pieces i

, the metal blades grindin

. "I can print a hundred more of those," she

backing Aimee up until her shoulder blades hit the wall. He slammed both h

ilton demanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Ar

miliar scent of mint and expensive tobacco on h

forcing her to look at him. "You quit this fellowship, and what? You go bac

fire. "Working in an ER saves lives. It's a hell of a lot

an just walk into another job? Without my recomme

s medical chart on the front desk ten minutes ago, Hami

ned from his face. The rigid tension in his arms col

stroyed. "That... I was drunk. It was a mistake. But the

h her hands against his chest, pushing his shock

Dr. Thorne's desk. She scribbled a single senten

ting a shaking finger at the note. "It is legally bind

morphed into rage. He lunged forward and grabbed her upper

ssed, struggling to dig

the office, across the hallway, and shoved h

melled overwhelmingly of bleach and sterile gauze. They

o a desperate, pleading register. "If you stay, I'll buy you that ho

r dignity with real estate. Her anger vanis

me," Aimee said softly. "You don

s. "You walk out that door, you have not

er dig through the trash than spe

e. Then a smooth, feminine voice floated through the gap: "Hamilton, darling? Are yo