Winning The Doctor. Harmony Evans

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      Anthony huffed out a breath. Liza was the first woman, in a long time, who amounted to more than a ten-second blip on his brain, something that was none of Doc’s business.

      He started walking again. His sneakers were now wet, and he couldn’t wait to get home and out of them.

      “For starters, I still don’t understand why you asked me. If you want me to hire her so badly, I think I have a right to know.”

      “I’ve known Liza’s family for years, since she was a little girl. I made her father a promise that I’d always watch out for her. He passed away about a year ago.”

      “And her mother?”

      Doc sighed heavily. “Gone too. Died a year before her husband as a result of complications from botched cosmetic surgery she had done in Costa Rica.”

      Anthony’s heart squeezed in his chest. He couldn’t imagine the grief Liza had felt losing her mother and father in such a short time period. Both of his parents were still alive, thankfully, and though they lived thousands of miles away in South Carolina, he was still very close to them.

      “That’s terrible. I know it’s a growing trend to go overseas for all types of surgical procedures. Though the costs can be significantly less than the United States, there are definite risks that many patients don’t know about or even consider.”

      “It’s a problem, for sure,” Doc replied. “But right now, all I care about is convincing you that hiring Liza would be a very good thing.”

      Anthony shook his head. “Now that I know a little bit about her family background, I’m even more uncomfortable with this plan. Is Liza okay? She seemed to be, but I don’t know. I need the architect to be on point and fully engaged with this project.”

      “She’s a very strong person,” Doc replied without hesitation. “But she needs something different. That’s why she moved from Denver to Bay Point. She was successful there but a bit unfocused.”

      “Yes, her residential work is fantastic, but her commercial work is lacking.”

      “Minor detail,” Doc gruffed.

      “Minor detail?” Anthony exclaimed, sloshing through the sand. “This clinic has to be designed right. Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “I wanted you to meet her and judge her on her own merits. You saw her portfolio. She’s great at what she does.”

      “True. Her commercial renderings were amazing, but none of them has ever been built.”

      “So? What’s the problem?” Doc said. “That wasn’t her fault. She told you that, didn’t she?”

      Anthony nodded. “Yes, but it’s still a huge problem for me, and as one of the main investors in this project, I’m surprised you don’t feel the same.”

      “I don’t feel the same because I know Liza personally. Trust me, Anthony. She’ll do great work.”

      “If you feel so strongly that she is the right person for the role, why couldn’t I tell her that you’d recommended her? You’ve put me in a really awkward position.”

      Doc was silent for moment. “Liza is a very independent woman. If she knew I was trying to help her, she wouldn’t be pleased. She can never know that I’m the one who brought her to you.”

      “Just in case you didn’t hear me earlier, I interviewed Liza as a favor, Z,” Anthony emphasized again. “I didn’t promise that I would hire her.”

      “You’d be doing me an even greater favor by changing your mind.”

      Anthony was very curious about Liza. How she would use her creativity, not to mention how she would feel in his arms. However, the situation was making him a little uneasy.

      “Let me put it to you this way,” Doc continued. “Even though I do have a ton of money invested, ultimately it’s your gig and your decision. But I honestly believe that having Liza design the clinic is in your best interest...and mine.”

      “Because you always get your way, right, Doc?” Anthony said with a smirk.

      Doc laughed. “Yeah. Besides, everyone needs a little help, a first chance, a shot at doing something they’ve never done before. You did, remember?”

      Anthony opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out.

      Doc was right. When Anthony was in medical school, Doc had promised him that if he worked hard, he would help him succeed. True to his word, Doc had mentored him and opened doors to people and opportunities that Anthony would have never had access to by himself.

      He stared out across the open waters. “Going with an independent architect as opposed to a small or even midsized firm is risky. Liza is going to have fewer resources, and since she recently moved to the area, I’m sure she won’t have the construction contacts that a full-services firm would.”

      “She’s a smart woman who will navigate her way quickly. She designed my home. You can trust her.”

      “I don’t know, Doc.” Anthony shrugged, lifting a fistful of sand and watching the granules slip through to the ground below.

      “Tell you what. If you hire her, I’ll pay her fee. The entire thing.”

      Anthony sucked in a breath and whistled “That’s very generous of you, Doc, and possibly, very stupid.”

      “Not at all. I believe in you. I believe in her. Someday, so will you.”

      “I’ll think about it.”

      “Think quickly.”

      “So what’s on your plate for the rest of the day? Besides making me feel guilty.”

      Doc chuckled. “No patients today. Just me, a good book and a glass of chardonnay under the umbrella by my beautiful, sparkling pool. And you?”

      “Sleeping, and then back to the hospital later this afternoon. I’m thinking about taking a drive out to the construction site tomorrow morning.”

      “Oh? Take Liza. You won’t regret it.”

      “I’m not so sure about that,” Anthony replied, rubbing his temple.

      Doc laughed. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

      Anthony ended the call and grimaced, suddenly remembering the sweet, caring tone of Liza’s voice when she’d asked him if he was happy.

      The question had come out of the blue, and he had to admit, he’d been pondering it ever since.

      Happy?

      For the most part he was. He had plenty of money, a great career and a small group of close friends. Plus, he was about to embark on a brand-new adventure, building and owning his own business, something he’d dreamed about for years.

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