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“I don’t want to lose a highly skilled surgical assistant.” “She’s very good at her job. One of the best I’ve seen.” Cassian crossed his arms. “But that’s not what this is about.” My eyes narrowed dangerously. “Then enlighten me. What is it about?” “You tell me. You’re the one who looks like you want to physically assault August.” I turned back to the window. My reflection stared back at me. Face hard. Jaw set. I did want to punch August. I wanted to walk down to his office and tell him to stay away from my staff.<\/p>\n

My house. My life. But that wasn’t professional or rational. And I didn’t understand where this anger was coming from. “She lives in your house,” Cassian said quietly behind me. “She takes care of Emma. Has coffee with you every morning before your run. You asked me three separate times last week what kind of flowers women prefer. Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” I’d desperately hoped he hadn’t noticed. “You’ve been different since she moved in,” he continued. “Less closed off. More present. Emma mentioned it too.<\/p>\n

She said you smile now. Not those fake ones you give patients.” “You talked to Emma about this?” I turned, genuinely annoyed. “She really has no filter.” Cassian chuckled. \u201cWe\u2019re buddies when it comes to gossiping about you.\u201d He paused. “The head nurse noticed it too. She said you’ve been asking about Rosen\u2019s schedule. What shifts she’s working and when she has days off.” I rubbed my face roughly.<\/p>\n

“I need to know when Emma’s medical supervision will be available.” “You could just ask Mireya directly. Or check the schedule I send you every week.” His tone remained even\u2014not accusatory, just stating observable facts. “But you don’t. You ask me specifically about Mireya.” “What exactly is your point?”<\/p>\n

“My point is something’s changed. And you need to figure out what that means before she makes her decision about August’s offer.” “There’s nothing to figure out. This is a professional arrangement. Temporary from the beginning. She provides nursing care for Emma. I provide housing. That’s the extent of it.” Cassian studied me with those unnervingly perceptive eyes. “Then why do you look absolutely terrified right now?” My back straightened, shoulders tensing. “I’m not terrified,” I said, but the words sounded hollow even to my own ears. “You are. I’ve known you long enough to recognize it.”<\/p>\n

Cassian stood and walked to the window beside me.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is coincidental. Copyright \u00a9 2026 Stacy Sterling All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Saving Hearts 1. Mireya 2. Riven 3. Mireya 4. Riven 5. Mireya 6. Riven 7. Mireya 8. Riven 9. Mireya 10. Riven 11. Mireya 12. Riven 13. Mireya 14. Mireya 15. Riven 16. Mireya 17. Riven 18. Riven 19. Mireya 20. Mireya Epilogue His to Heal (Book 2) Chapter 1 About the Author Leave a Review OceanofPDF.com SAVING HEARTS READING ORDER Book 1: His to Protect Book 2: His to Heal Book 3: His to Save OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE MIREYA Code Blue, OR-3.<\/p>\n

Code Blue, OR-3. My blood ran cold when the announcement crackled over the intercom. Instinctively, I hurried down the corridor. My sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as I sprinted past nurses and orderlies, my breath coming in sharp bursts, weaving between supply carts and equipment. I rounded the corner just as the OR doors burst open. A gurney barreled through, and for one terrible second, I caught sight of the patient identification card clipped to the footboard.<\/p>\n

Arthur Graves. ‘We’re losing him!’ one of the nurses scrambling through the OR cried, her voice high and desperate above the chaos.” My chest constricted. The face of his wife, Rebecca, flashed in my mind\u2014her trembling fingers wrapped around mine, her voice breaking as she whispered, Please take care of him. He’s all I have. The cardiac monitor’s alarm pierced through the cacophony of voices, blaring machines, and the turmoil crawling through my senses as I pushed into the surgical suite.<\/p>\n

Arthur’s vitals flashed red across the screen. Blood pressure plummeting. Heart rate spiking into dangerous arrhythmia. \u201cGet her scrubbed in now!\u201d Dr. Riven Cross shouted across the room. I froze for half a second, stunned. Then my training kicked in. Without wasting a second, I made my way to the sink, scrubbing in desperation to finish as quickly as possible. The water scalded, and the sharp scent of betadine burned my nose. But it barely registered with the adrenaline pumping through me.<\/p>\n

It had been five hours since my shift began, but giving in to the exhaustion was not an option. Not when a man\u2019s life hung by a thread. “Time?” Dr. Cross demanded. \u201cThree minutes since BP started falling,\u201d someone called out. \u201cStill dropping!\u201d came another voice. I dried my hands and forearms, keeping them lifted as I pushed through the OR doors. I paused just long enough for my breathing to steady.<\/p>\n

Sarah, the scrub tech, was already waiting with a pair of gloves.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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