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  Our Way

  T L Swan

  Copyright © 2020 by T L Swan

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the Author. All songs, song titles and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

  Our Way

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  The Takeover

  Also by T L Swan

  About the Author

  Gratitude

  The quality of being thankful; readiness to show

  appreciation for, and to return kindness.

  I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet.

  For those twenty-six letters have changed my life.

  Within those twenty-six letters,

  I found myself

  and live my dream.

  Next time you say the alphabet

  remember its power.

  I do every day.

  Prologue

  Eliza

  “Hello, I’m Eliza Bennet. I’m starting my practical experience today,” I say nervously to the lady working on reception through the glass window.

  She smiles warmly. “Hello, Eliza. Welcome.” She punches my name into the computer, and then she stands to retrieve a lanyard before she passes it over to me.

  I read the printed name.

  Eliza Bennet

  Pride fills me and I bite my lip to hide my smile.

  “Just wear this for a week until you find your way around so that everyone knows you are new,” she says.

  “Thanks.” I take it from her and put it on.

  “Go up to level three to the nurses’ station. They will take care of you from there.”

  “Thank you.” My heart is hammering because of my nerves. I step into the elevator before the kind receptionist has to revive me. This is it!

  I inhale deeply to try and calm myself down. The elevator doors open, and I head toward the nurses’ station.

  Just do everything right. Don’t mess things up, I remind myself.

  Three nurses are talking before I gently knock on the door and their attention turns my way.

  “Hi, I’m Eliza. I’m starting my practical today.” Please be nice.

  They each breakout into broad smiles. “Hi, Eliza. Welcome, and come in,” the lady with the dark hair says.

  “Thanks.”

  “I’m Marjorie, and this is Beth and Caroline.”

  “Hi.” I grip my handbag with white-knuckle force.

  “Follow me. Did I read your resume right?” Marjorie continues as she walks up the corridor with me following her closely. “You’ve moved here from out of town?” We get to a bank of lockers where she opens one up for me. “This will be your locker.” She passes me a key. “And this is your key, but we don’t ever lock anything around here; we’re all completely trustworthy.”

  “Thanks.” I take the key from her and put it in my pocket. “And, yes, I’m from Florida.”

  “What made you want to move to San Fran?” She frowns.

  “I don’t know, I wanted a change and I’ve always loved this city. The hospital is one of the best in the country.” I shrug, it seems like a stupid decision to move across the country on my own now that I’ve done it, but anyway I’m trying to make the best of it.

  “This way, dear,” she says as she begins to walk back down the corridor. “Do you know people here in San Fran?”

  I trail behind her. “Nope.”

  She turns to me, clearly surprised. “Where are you living?”

  “I got an apartment in town.” I shrug nervously, feeling the need to elaborate. “My parents came to help me find a place and get settled. We’ve been here for two weeks but they went home yesterday.”

  “How lovely.” She links her arm through mine. “Well, you’re going to love San Francisco, and you’re going to love this hospital. You’ve made a good decision.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Now…,” she hands me a pair of gloves, “let’s go play drug dealers and hand some painkillers out.”

  * * *

  Four hours later, I stand and look up at the specials board in the staff cafeteria.

  There’s so much to choose from, hmm….

  “What’s good here?” a deep male voice asks. I glance over to see a young man standing beside me, who is also staring up at the board, totally entranced by the selection.

  I shrug. “I don’t know,” I reply. “This is my first day here.”

  His eyes meet mine. “Your first day?” I nod.

  “Mine, too.” He seems surprised.

  A smile crosses my face. “Really? Where did you move from?”

  “Vermont, although I studied in New York.”

  “Do you know anyone here in San Fran?”

  “Not a soul.”

  “Me neither.”

  He twists his lips in a semblance of a smile before he holds out his hand to shake mine. “I’m Nathan.”

  “Hi, Nathan. I’m Eliza.” We shuffle forward in the line. “I think I’m going to have the turkey on rye.”

  He nods as he peruses the choices. “I think I’m going with the ham and pickle.”

  A lady walks past us with a big slab of lasagne and salad, and both our eyes near pop out.

  He points to her plate. “I’m getting that.”

  “Me, too.” I giggle.

  “Next!” the server calls. Nathan steps forward. “Could I please have two lasagnes and salads?”

  “Drinks?” the woman mutters, uninterested.

  “No, Nathan,” I whisper, “I’ll get mine.”

  “You can buy my lunch tomorrow.” He offers me a naughty wink. “That way, I have something to look forward to.”

  My stomach flutters.

  “What drink do you want?” he asks.

  “Oh, Diet Coke.”

  His brow furrows. “That shit’s bad for you, Eliza.”

  I roll my eyes. “Is it, Dad?”

  He twists his lips in amusement. “We’ll have a mineral water and a Diet Coke, please.” He passes his card to her. “Find us a table,” he whispers to me.

  “Okay.”

  I take off in search for a table. This is the best damn cafeteria I’ve ever seen. Lasagne and hot new guys! This is a dream come true.

  I take a seat at a table near the window, and I stare over at Nathan as he waits for our lunch. He’s super tall an
d towers over everyone around him. He’s wearing a pale blue shirt that’s rolled up at the sleeves, as well as a dark tie and navy pants. He has sandy colored hair and big blue eyes. He might just be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

  And we’re eating lasagne together.

  Nerves dance around in my stomach. A few moments later, Nathan sits down with a tray of our lasagne and drinks.

  “Thank you.” I smile as I take mine from him.

  He takes a bite of his food. “So, what are you doing here?” He nods in approval at the first mouthful of lasagne. “This is good.”

  “Hmm, it is, isn’t it?” I begin to chew. “Nursing… hoping to get into paediatrics. ” I point to him with my fork. “And you?”

  He swallows his food and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Medicine.”

  I stare at him as my brain misfires. “You’re… a doctor?”

  “Resident at this point, but yes. Why?” He smiles as he sips his drink from the bottle, as if he already knows what I’m going to say.

  “You’re too good-looking to be a doctor.” I scoff. “Tell me the truth. Are you a handyman or something?”

  He chuckles and holds his hands in the air. “You got me; I actually clean the toilets.”

  “You moved all the way from New York to clean the toilets?” I roll my eyes as I act unimpressed.

  “You’re very hard to please, Eliza.”

  I smile as I cut into my lasagne. “I’m simply saying that I would never have picked you out to be a doctor, that’s all.”

  “What would you think I would be?”

  He holds out his two hands so I can look at him and my eyes roam over his perfect physique.

  Stripper.

  I push my wayward thoughts to the side. “Umm… I don’t know. Like a tradesman or something?”

  His mischievous eyes hold mine. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

  “You should be,” I tease. “Don’t do it again.”

  He smiles as he focuses back on his food. “You’re cute, I like you.”

  “I’m very likeable.” I bat my eyelashes in an over-exaggerated way.

  “So, you really don’t know anybody in town?”

  “Nope.” I sigh.

  “Me, too. We should hang out.”

  I bite my lip to try and act casual. “Yeah, that’d be fun.” I take a bite of my lasagne. “Just don’t fall in love with me or anything,” I say sarcastically.

  “No chance of that,” he replies casually as he takes a mouth full of food. “You’re the wrong sex for me.”

  What?

  I snort in surprise. My Coke goes down the wrong pipe, and I choke in a spectacular fashion. “Are you kidding me?” I cough as I slap my chest. “You’re gay?”

  He laughs out loud. “Why is that so shocking to you?”

  This man is the epitome of masculinity. “Because…” I pause as I try to articulate myself. “You give off a very different vibe from other gay guys I’ve known.”

  He smiles, clearly amused, and he rests his chin on his hand as he watches me.

  I end up smiling too because this is just my crappy luck. “I had plans for us, Nathan,” I tease as I rearrange the napkin on my lap.

  “I know: lunch, tomorrow.”

  “No, actually, that wasn’t it.” I go back to cutting my lasagne. “It was dinner tonight to celebrate our first day together, but you probably have a Grindr date or something and won’t be able to fit me into your schedule.”

  “Eliza…”

  “Yeah?” I sigh, thoroughly distracted. He waits for my attention, and I drag my eyes up to meet his, he gives me a soft smile.

  “Is that your way of asking me to dinner as a friend?”

  “Maybe.” I smile.

  “I’d love to.”

  1

  Ten years later

  Eliza

  The elevator doors open, and I stride out into the grand foyer of the top floor of Nathan’s building. “Hello.” I smile at the two receptionists.

  “Hi,” replies Maria.

  “Oh, Eliza, hi. You must have a sixth sense, I was just thinking about you,” the blonde receptionist says, looking me up and down. “Wow, you look lovely today.”

  I dust my skirt as I look down at myself. I’m wearing a fitted black pencil skirt and a cream silk blouse, along with high heels and sheer black stockings. My long, dark hair is in a ponytail. “Thanks. I have a job interview this afternoon with Dr. Morgan, the cosmetic surgeon. I’m making Nathan come with me.”

  She frowns. “I thought you were happy nursing at the hospital.”

  “I am, and I will always go back to that at some stage, but I just feel like I need a change at the moment. Besides, I’m not leaving the industry completely. It’s still in the medical field, just in a swanky office instead of the hospital.”

  “Civilian.” Maria smiles as she looks me up and down. “Well, you look fabulous, and maybe you can get me a discounted facelift.”

  I giggle. “I have to get the job first.”

  “Have you got time to quickly go through Nathan’s schedule with me?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  I walk around to behind her desk so I can see the calendar on her computer.

  She begins to click through the days, “So you have a charity dinner on Wednesday night. Do you want me to book a car ride home?”

  “Where is it?”

  “Here in town, at the Fine Arts Museum.”

  “Hmm, yes, a car would be great, please.”

  “Okay.” She ticks the first thing off on her list. “You have Nathan’s father’s sixtieth birthday in two weeks. I’ve booked the flights and transfers. You leave that Friday night and get back on Sunday at 9:00 p.m.”

  “Okay.” I sigh.

  She smiles, adding in a naughty wink as if she’s reading my mind.

  Nathan’s parents live in Vermont; it’s a trek. “I knew it was coming up, I just didn’t realize how quickly. Okay, great.” I fake a smile.

  “Now, I haven’t got his father a birthday present,” she continues, “because I know you like to do all those kind of personal things, but let me know if you want me to get something. I can pick it up tomorrow.”

  “I’ll get it, but thank you.” I smile as I rub her shoulders. “What would we do without you?”

  Maria smirks as she ticks the second thing off her list. “Let’s be honest, you have to approve everything anyway, so I really work for you. I’m actually your PA, not Nathan’s.”

  I chuckle. “This is true.”

  She goes back to her list. “Ahh, now on the 27th, which is a Monday, in six weeks, Nathan has a breakfast meeting in New York at 8:00 a.m. Shall I book him on a Sunday flight, or would you prefer to have you both on the Friday night flight? He isn’t in surgery until the Wednesday the following week so you could make a weekend of it.”

  “Umm.” I screw my face up as I think. “I’ll have to try and get the Monday off work but if I get this new job, I’m not sure I can.”

  “Well, you know he won’t go for the entire weekend without you.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll take the day off, and if I can’t, he’ll have to go alone.”

  Maria ticks her list. “Okay, so I’ll book your usual hotel for Friday, Saturday and Sunday night, which will be the twenty-fourth, twenty-fifth, and twenty-sixth?”

  “Great. Don’t book the flights yet, though. I’ll have to get back to you on whether I can go or not.”

  The intercom comes to life on Haley’s desk. She’s the other receptionist. “Haley?” Nathan’s strong voice snaps through the speaker.

  “Yes, Doctor?” She replies timidly.

  “Where is the report from Dominque? I asked you to email me it on Monday. I’m looking for it and it’s not here.”

  Haley cringes before she pushes the talk button down. “I’m sorry, I haven’t sent it through yet. I’ll do that now.”

  He exhales heavily, and Maria and I wince, knowing what’s coming.

>   “Haley…” he barks.

  “Yes, sir?”

  “I cannot do my job unless you do yours. When I ask you to do something, I want it done immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  “Have you sent it yet?”

  “Doing it now.”

  The line goes dead as he hangs up.

  Maria smirks and goes back to her list. “Charming, isn’t he?”

  I smile with a roll of my eyes.

  Nathan Mercer is unapologetically the most impatient man on Earth, and understandably so. He expects excellence from everyone because that’s what he gives.

  He’s a cardiovascular surgeon… but not just any cardiovascular surgeon. He’s the man who prototyped and patented a new kind of bionic heart: The Viso 220. Five years ago, he had a patient who didn’t fit the regular requirements, and Nathan knew how he could fix it. After much deliberation, he used his entire life savings and developed a heart for her.

  It saved her life, and it made him a medical rock star.

  He now has a factory in Germany that manufactures them and ships all over the world. I’m so proud of him. At the time, when he poured hundreds of thousands of dollars into making the prototype, everyone tried to talk him out of it. They thought he was insane to use his own money on developing a product that had no guarantees. But Nathan had a clear vision of what he could develop, and he did it—he’s saved thousands of lives, and in the process he made himself a very wealthy man.

  He’s handsome, strong, silent, deep… and I won the best friend lottery when we met ten years ago.