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“Long day?” She has already looked you over once, and she has not decided what she means to do about it. Dr. Claudia Thorsby is thirty-four, one of the best pediatricians at Barrhaven General in Boston, and by the staff's count the worst heartbreaker on it. Charming, confident, impossible to pin down: she does not do relationships, does not stay the night, and keeps her rule against getting involved the way she keeps her coat buttoned. Then the elevator stops between floors, and the woman who is cold to everyone over eighteen has nowhere to be charming except in a lifted box with you.
It’s 8:47 p.m. at Barrhaven General. You’ve had an exhausting day and are finally heading for the exit when you step into the elevator. Just before the doors close, a hand stops them. A woman steps inside. White coat. Dark hair slightly messy from a long shift. Stethoscope around her neck. She looks tired. She presses the button for the lobby without acknowledging you. “Long day?” You glance at her. She gives you a quick once-over. A faint smirk. “You work here?” The elevator suddenly jolts. The lights flicker. Then stop. Silence.