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  The Fine Line

  Book One

  Between World Series

  Tracee Ford

  Edited by

  Richard Sprigg

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © Tracee Ford 2015

  Smashwords Edition

  Licensing Notes

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews.

  Cover: Select-O-Grafix, LLC.

  Editor: Richard Sprigg

  Terror is not imagined.

  It’s real…

  This book is dedicated to all of the people who stood behind me on this project, believing in its reality.

  Special thanks to Eileen and Jeannie.

  And to B.J. and my son, David, for your

  patience and encouragement.

  Love you both.

  Very special thanks to Richard Sprigg, editor.

  Chapter One

  Prince Charming?

  Exhaustion tugged Robin’s energy levels lower than when she had been interning two years ago with a local hospital. She’d grown accustomed to the graveyard shift. Now, her job with the government, while lucrative, demanded a lot of her. It was difficult adjusting to the lack of sleep.

  She had taken a position with the county’s children services division doing ongoing cases. Because of her outstanding work, she had been offered a promotion to the intake assessment department. It paid slightly better, but as with everything, there were necessary sacrifices, one of those being the on-call pager.

  She worked feverishly all through the night with the police officers by her side. The goal: to help a sibling group settle into a foster home. She reported to work promptly at 8 a.m. and when she walked into her apartment at 4:30 p.m., she dropped onto her bed and quickly fell asleep.

  At 5:50 p.m. she woke to her cell phone alarm blaring. So, she hurriedly put on her softball uniform and grabbed her cleats. She swept her long dark brown hair up into the ball cap and darted out the door. She pulled onto the parking lot to see the rest of the team waiting.

  The agency formed a softball league, as they did every year. Tonight, the local sheriff’s department hosted the event. Spectators were out in full force, too.

  Robin played outfield. After three innings, she ran to the dugout triumphantly, the ball in her mitt. The children services team needed more runs and as she stepped up to the plate, she knew this was their chance to jump ahead. She smiled at the pitcher, who she knew well. Deputy Marvin Reed had stood by her side a few times since she had started with the investigations department.

  Marvin pitched the ball and the crack of the bat echoed as it struck the leather ball. Teammates cheered as Robin rounded first and then second base. Suddenly, she felt her left ankle twist and before she knew it she tumbled to the ground. Members of both of the teams ran to her. The pain throbbed in her ankle and instinctively, she grabbed her injury.

  Wendy Snyder, Robin’s best friend and roommate, a sweet yet outspoken woman, knelt beside her.

  “You think it’s broken?” she asked.

  “It hurts really badly. It’s a shame we’re not playing the paramedics tonight,” Robin replied as she continued holding her ankle.

  “You tripped on that rock,” Wendy said as she pointed. “We need to get you to the E.R.; have it looked at. It could just be sprained,” she said encouragingly.

  After the long drive and a 30 minute wait, she limped into triage and explained everything to the nurse. Embarrassed by her appearance, the anger swelled in her. She knew she needed a shower and most of all, she craved sleep.

  After the initial consult, she made her way back out to the waiting area for another 30 minute wait. Finally, she heard her name called from the open door. Wendy helped Robin to her feet and she hobbled to the door. As she passed through, pastel colored curtains lining the walls filled her vision. The sounds of the E.R. brought back terrible memories of her internship; all of the loud coughing, gagging, and chatter made her skin crawl. She detested hospitals.

  “The doctor will be in to see you shortly,” the nurse said.

  A sigh escaped Robin’s lips. Irritated and sleep deprived, she flopped back onto the gurney. Her brown eyes closed as she gave up her fight against the intense exhaustion. It felt as if she slept for only a few minutes when she felt the touch of a warm hand on her forehead. She thought she was dreaming until she heard a man’s voice, smooth and comforting. She also heard Wendy’s whispers. Wendy told the doctor about the incident at the ball field as well as Robin’s terrible night of on-call.

  “Miss Hillard,” the voice said softly, his hand still planted on her forehead. “Miss Hillard, can you wake up for me, please?”

  Her eyes opened to see a man in a white lab coat. She estimated him to be about 5’10”. His beautiful brown eyes were full of comfort. His dark brown hair was a tussled mess. It was shaggy with the front swept to the side. His scrubs were navy blue which complimented his light complexion.

  Robin still struggled to find consciousness; she heard his sneakers scuff the floor when he shifted his weight. He smiled when her eyes finally opened to meet his gaze. His face was gorgeous. He had a precisely cut goatee and his smile made her blush. Her pulse sped as she took in all of his features.

  “Miss Hillard, I’m Dr. Gregory. Your friend tells me that you fell at a softball game?”

  His hand moved from her forehead to his pocket as he pulled out a light pen. He flashed it in her eyes. Squinting and still irritated, she sat up and groaned. Her body felt lifeless as her energy level continued plummeting. Even her speeding pulse didn’t overcome the fatigue. She flopped back down.

  “Are you in any pain right now?” he asked. “Head spinning? Anything like that? Have you eaten anything?”

  “One question at a time please,” she answered with a smile. “Yes, I’m in some pain. Yes, my head is spinning. I’ve had no sleep. And no, I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

  “Just relax. I’m going to take a look at your leg and ankle first and then we might run some tests just to rule out some other things, okay?”

  “What other things?”

  “Well, are you usually pretty steady on your feet? Is it like you to just fall down?”

  “Well, I’m clumsy by nature. Sometimes I have two left feet,” she said, “but I’ve never fallen like that. Like I said, I’m tired. I’m also sure the large boulder in front of third base didn’t help much.”

  Robin felt his fingers and hands on her ankle. She winched in pain with the pressure of his touch.

  “Tender there, huh?”

  She nodded and folded her hands neatly on her stomach as she looked at him.

  “X-rays first, but I don’t think you broke it. The swelling is minimal. I think you probably just twisted it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Blood work to rule out anything else and you need to eat something, so I’ll have the nurse bring in a sandwich after we draw blood. So, just relax and we’ll get you fixed right up,” he said as his hand touched hers.

  When he left, Wendy smiled. “He’s hot!”

  Robin agreed, but changing the subject was safer.

  “How long was I out?” she asked curiously.

  “Only about an hour. They’re really busy tonight.” Wendy paused. “Are you feeling okay?”

/>   “I’m just really tired and hungry.”

  The phlebotomist came into the room and took blood as Wendy’s cell phone rang. She left the room to take the call. Another nurse came in with a turkey sandwich from the cafeteria.

  Wendy walked back in and sat down.

  “Well, Terri called and he and Dalton ran your car back to the apartment,” she began. “They said they hoped you didn’t break your ankle because they really need you to cover for them while they are on their vacation. They said, ‘If you’re off on sick leave you can’t be of any help to anyone,’” she joked.

  “Oh, is that all they care about?”

  “Jamaica is more important than your ankle to them right now,” Wendy added.

  The curtain slid open and Dr. Gregory appeared with a wheelchair. Robin wasn’t expecting him. In fact, she expected a longer wait and a nurse to show up.

  “Ready to get a good dose of radiation?” he asked jokingly.

  She smiled. She felt woozy as she sat up on the side of the gurney. Quickly, the doctor was by her side helping her stand.

  “I don’t think you should put weight on it until we find out more. Put your arm around my neck and I’ll help you,” he said as he smiled at her. Again, their eyes collided.

  In spite of her feelings of self-consciousness, she put her arm around his neck. She felt his arm slide around her waist as she hopped to the wheelchair with his attentive assistance.

  “I’ll have her back in no time,” he said smiling at Wendy.

  “Shouldn’t a nurse be doing this?” Robin asked candidly before he wheeled her out.

  “Well,” he said taking a deep breath in, “we are swamped tonight and I don’t mind doing the dirty work sometimes,” he laughed.

  The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife as they maneuvered through the hallways of the hospital. The silence, however, didn’t last long.

  “So you injured your ankle playing for your softball league? Who do you play for?” he asked curiously.

  “I work for children services in the next county over.”

  “That explains why I haven’t seen you here before when I’ve called about child abuse reports.”

  “The agency has a softball team.”

  “What position do you play?” he asked curiously.

  “Outfield mostly.”

  “You any good?”

  “I think so. But, as you can tell, third base got the best of me tonight,” she continued gesturing toward her ankle.

  He laughed. “You should probably be a little more careful next time.”

  Once safely delivered to the radiology department, Robin expected Dr. Gregory to leave, but he didn’t. In fact, he stayed with her. She thought the situation strange, but she didn’t mind his company. The sound of his voice reassured her.

  As they talked, they found that they shared many things in common. The conversation with Dr. Gregory was informative.

  Robin had been trained to be observant and detail-oriented. As an investigator, she had been taught to mind her surroundings and listen to what people said as well as what was unsaid. One of the first things she noticed was the absence of a wedding band on Dr. Gregory’s finger. There wasn’t even evidence that one may have been there. Because he was so charming and good looking, she felt he must have a girlfriend. Oddly, he didn’t mention one.

  He seemed confident, but not arrogant. Robin found him to be personable and kind, in fact. This surprised her based on her past experience with doctors. But, in spite of how great he seemed, Robin’s natural instinct to be suspicious of everyone plagued her. Still, it wasn’t common practice for a doctor to do a nurse’s job.

  After the X-ray, he wheeled her back to her cubical and then carefully helped Robin back onto the gurney. He left, pulling the curtain closed behind him. Strolling to the nurse’s station, he saw a close friend and colleague, Avery Walters, signing a chart.

  “That didn’t take long,” Avery said.

  “X-ray wasn’t that busy.” He paused in thought for a brief moment.

  “So is it unethical for me to ask her out?”

  With a confident head shake, Avery eyed Matt. “I don’t think so.” He shrugged. “What are the chances you’ll see her in here again? It’s not like she’s going to be a consistent patient. But I have to ask, why this girl? Why not the last two? ”

  He shrugged. “I can’t really explain it. She’s very likeable. There’s just something different about her.”

  “So you don’t think it has anything to do with sex? Or should I say, the lack thereof for you lately?”

  “Seriously, Avery, you know me. I’m not like that.” He paused looking over at her drawn curtain. “What if she thinks I’m some crazy stalker or something though?”

  “She probably will,” he laughed continuing to write in a chart.

  “Thanks a lot,” he replied as he rolled his eyes.

  “Oh come on Matt,” he continued, “the worst she can say is ‘no.’”

  “But I just met her. Won’t she think that’s weird?”

  “Probably,” Avery joked again.

  Matt rolled his eyes again and looked over the next patient’s chart still pondering possibilities.

  “How long has it been since you actually asked someone out on a date, Matt?” Avery asked curiously.

  He shrugged and thought hard. “I can’t even remember the last time.”

  “And when was the last time you had sex with anyone other than yourself?” Avery asked smartly.

  Matt glared at him, shook his head, and kept writing.

  Robin rested on the gurney looking up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind; all thoughts of Dr. Gregory. His smile, his eyes; she felt her face warm.

  “So what did he say?” Wendy asked.

  Robin, startled by Wendy’s voice, collected herself quickly and then smiled. “We just talked.”

  “Honey, have you not noticed how beautiful that man is? If you haven’t then they need to check your pulse because you might just be dead.”

  “He is cute isn’t he?”

  “Cute is an understatement girl.”

  Interrupted by the sliding curtain, both glanced over so see Matt standing there. Robin hoped their conversation wasn’t overheard. As he walked in with a black x-ray film, he grinned at Robin and, once again, their eyes locked. He stuck the film on the light board.

  “Just as I suspected, your ankle is twisted. Your blood work is perfect,” he said pointing at the image. “No fractures. I suggest you stay off the ankle for a day and take some pain reliever. Keep it iced and elevated tomorrow and you should be okay by Thursday for sure. You should be running the bases by next week. Drink lots of fluids, too. That helps with the swelling.”

  Relief swept over her. “Good. No breaks. I can’t afford to be off work very long.”

  “I want you to take tomorrow off, but after that you need to decide whether the pain is tolerable. If it still hurts, don’t go to work. Please. It’s better if you let yourself heal. Work will wait.”

  “Can you write me off, Dr. Gregory?”

  “That’s no problem. In fact, I’ll probably write you off for the rest of the week. And please, call me Matt.”

  She smiled. “Matt.” The words fell from her lips quite naturally.

  “I’m going to wrap your ankle in a bandage just to be on the safe side. The less you can move it, the better off you’ll be. You can take this off when you’re sitting, but when you’re up moving around or sleeping, keep it wrapped and put very little weight on it.”

  Robin watched him walk to drawer and pull out an ace bandage and walk back to the gurney. He put the bandage on the gurney and then walked to a nearby closet where he pulled out a pair of crutches, propping them against the wall. “These are going to be your best friends for the next week.”

  She frowned.

  He walked to the end of the gurney and started wrapping her foot with the bandage, his touch tender and careful. He smiled a l
ot as they made small talk.

  Wendy walked out to respect their privacy.

  He grinned sweetly as he helped Robin stand with the crutches.

  “Thanks, doctor… I mean, Matt.”

  He smirked. “Listen, you’ll probably think I’m crazy or something, but I was wondering if maybe sometime you’d like to go out for coffee or something.”

  “I don’t drink coffee.” Robin said with a vague smile.

  “Oh.” His eyes dropped as the rejection registered.

  “But, I could handle a meal sometime,” she said invitingly.

  ****

  Robin met Matt for breakfast after his grave yard shift on Saturday. The café near the hospital made for a convenient meeting spot and Robin preferred a public venue. It took the pressure off. By accepting his invitation, she trusted her instincts with high hopes. He seemed like an alright guy. Still, she had been hurt so badly in the past she proceeded with caution.

  When Robin pushed open the door to the café, her eyes searched for Matt. The place, busy with customers, seemed like a living organism with the clattering dishes and the hum of voices. In the back, she spotted Matt sitting in a booth stirring a cup of coffee. He waved and stood as she walked toward him.

  Her heart pounded as her anxiety heightened, but she remained outwardly calm. She wondered if she looked pretty enough or seemed poised enough. Her insecurities wrapped around her body like chains. But, once again, his smile put her at ease.

  Her light colored jeans, red graphic t-shirt, flip-flops, and her hair in a messy bun conveyed her true identity. No frills. Average height with a slender build, Robin, nonetheless, always attracted the attention of the opposite sex no matter what she wore.

  She slid into the seat across from Matt and their eyes met. A glass of water already waited for her.

  “I take it the ankle is better. No crutches,” he said.

  “No crutches. I’m still using the bandage though.”

  She picked up the glass of water and took a drink. After sitting it back on the table, she made eye contact with Matt again.