girl.”
Miah’s gaze shot up from the pamphlet about therapy to meet her eyes.
“She’s PRN, meaning she works here as needed, which sadly hasn’t been that much. But I’m fairly certain she won’t be interested. She’s putting her house up for sale and . . .”
Her house? Nana’s house? Charlee had told him she’d been working on it and he’d driven by several times when he’d stuck his head up out of his own renovation project, but for sale? “She’s leaving?”
“Seems like. Said she’d planned to stay, but things hadn’t gone too well. There are OT jobs in every bigger city around here, just not here.”
“Would it be okay to contact her?”
She moved around the desk. “I can’t give you any information, but . . .” She looked him up and down. “Let me see what I can do.”
Within moments she’d clicked away on the computer and had the desk phone at her ear.
This was even better than he’d hoped. He knew he needed a professional recommendation to get past whatever roadblock Gray was hauling around with her.
“I have a gentleman in my office who needs to hire an OT. Wondered if you may be interested?”
She winked at Miah and nodded.
“It’s local. No, it wouldn’t affect your PRN status. He’s assured me he will work with your hospital schedule.” Her brows rose high on her head in question.
Miah nodded with vigor and mouthed, “Absolutely.”
“Great. Maybe full time, maybe part time. But days only. No nights, no weekends. I know that’s important to you.” She placed her hand over the receiver and lowered it from her ear. “She sounds very enthusiastic. Even mumbled the word miracle .”
Nurse Jamille went back to the conversation. “No, honey. I haven’t given him any of your information. Hospital policy. But he needs you to come see if his home is ready to receive the patient. That might be a good time for the two of you to meet and have a little interview.”
Jeremiah’s heart was beating harder than it should, and most of it . . . most of it was because he’d have a qualified caregiver available for Caleb. Part of it was the fact that the caregiver was Gray. Then a thought struck him. What if it wasn’t Gray? What if it was someone else working PRN?
The nurse laughed. “Okay, Mary Grace. I’ll let him know. I’ll text you the address. He said tomorrow at ten a.m. would work if that’s okay for you.” A pause. “You’re welcome. Oh, his name is McKinley. Jeremiah McKinley.”
Gray’s hands were sweaty as she pulled to a stop at the end of Miah’s long driveway. She stared at her phone as if, magically, it would answer all her questions about this potentially disastrous situation. The phone was silent, giving her no answers since yesterday when Jamille had called and let her know about the job. Her stomach was as twisted as towels in a locker room and just like those terry weapons, she was about to snap.
Breakfast threatened to revisit as two thoughts fought for dominance in her head. Number one, she couldn’t take this job. And number two, was it possible it was for Caleb?
The second thought wrenched her gut because she’d heard around town that Caleb had been injured on the battlefield. And her heart had wanted to know the details but her mind forced her thoughts and questions away whenever the subject came up. She’d also become a master ninja avoiding anyone and everyone connected to the McKinleys, even hiding behind the door three times when Charlee had dropped by for that promised cup of coffee. Incognito was not too easy in River Rock.
Now, here she sat in Miah’s driveway. Gray closed her eyes, drew a deep breath of courage, and stepped out of her car.
By the time she had the door shut, she knew he was watching her. His gaze crawled over her skin like a hot breeze and she hadn’t even looked up at the house to see him yet. But she knew he was there, standing in a window and looking out at her. Growing up, she’d always known when
Miah’s gaze shot up from the pamphlet about therapy to meet her eyes.
“She’s PRN, meaning she works here as needed, which sadly hasn’t been that much. But I’m fairly certain she won’t be interested. She’s putting her house up for sale and . . .”
Her house? Nana’s house? Charlee had told him she’d been working on it and he’d driven by several times when he’d stuck his head up out of his own renovation project, but for sale? “She’s leaving?”
“Seems like. Said she’d planned to stay, but things hadn’t gone too well. There are OT jobs in every bigger city around here, just not here.”
“Would it be okay to contact her?”
She moved around the desk. “I can’t give you any information, but . . .” She looked him up and down. “Let me see what I can do.”
Within moments she’d clicked away on the computer and had the desk phone at her ear.
This was even better than he’d hoped. He knew he needed a professional recommendation to get past whatever roadblock Gray was hauling around with her.
“I have a gentleman in my office who needs to hire an OT. Wondered if you may be interested?”
She winked at Miah and nodded.
“It’s local. No, it wouldn’t affect your PRN status. He’s assured me he will work with your hospital schedule.” Her brows rose high on her head in question.
Miah nodded with vigor and mouthed, “Absolutely.”
“Great. Maybe full time, maybe part time. But days only. No nights, no weekends. I know that’s important to you.” She placed her hand over the receiver and lowered it from her ear. “She sounds very enthusiastic. Even mumbled the word miracle .”
Nurse Jamille went back to the conversation. “No, honey. I haven’t given him any of your information. Hospital policy. But he needs you to come see if his home is ready to receive the patient. That might be a good time for the two of you to meet and have a little interview.”
Jeremiah’s heart was beating harder than it should, and most of it . . . most of it was because he’d have a qualified caregiver available for Caleb. Part of it was the fact that the caregiver was Gray. Then a thought struck him. What if it wasn’t Gray? What if it was someone else working PRN?
The nurse laughed. “Okay, Mary Grace. I’ll let him know. I’ll text you the address. He said tomorrow at ten a.m. would work if that’s okay for you.” A pause. “You’re welcome. Oh, his name is McKinley. Jeremiah McKinley.”
Gray’s hands were sweaty as she pulled to a stop at the end of Miah’s long driveway. She stared at her phone as if, magically, it would answer all her questions about this potentially disastrous situation. The phone was silent, giving her no answers since yesterday when Jamille had called and let her know about the job. Her stomach was as twisted as towels in a locker room and just like those terry weapons, she was about to snap.
Breakfast threatened to revisit as two thoughts fought for dominance in her head. Number one, she couldn’t take this job. And number two, was it possible it was for Caleb?
The second thought wrenched her gut because she’d heard around town that Caleb had been injured on the battlefield. And her heart had wanted to know the details but her mind forced her thoughts and questions away whenever the subject came up. She’d also become a master ninja avoiding anyone and everyone connected to the McKinleys, even hiding behind the door three times when Charlee had dropped by for that promised cup of coffee. Incognito was not too easy in River Rock.
Now, here she sat in Miah’s driveway. Gray closed her eyes, drew a deep breath of courage, and stepped out of her car.
By the time she had the door shut, she knew he was watching her. His gaze crawled over her skin like a hot breeze and she hadn’t even looked up at the house to see him yet. But she knew he was there, standing in a window and looking out at her. Growing up, she’d always known when
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