Bound By Contract: The Surgeon's Secret Wife

was the only sound in the operating room, a met

er primary job was to hold a retractor, pulling back layers of tissue to give the surgeon

ved fingers dancing as he sutured a bypass graft onto the beating heart. Dr. Esco

would "accidentally" jostle Blake's arm with her elbow, a petty act of haras

e retractor unwavering. She could feel Barrett's gaze on

continuous alarm bla

anesthesiol

iency of the r

rett's voice was a whip crack, c

ballet of the surgery devolved

retractor, intending to grab the defibr

oken scrub!" Dr. Hill's voice was

ing for the shock. He didn't look up. "Bowman, don

med to stare at her. Humiliation, cold and sharp, washed over her. She handed the paddles to a circulatin

le

body jerked

hm. Char

he saw Barrett, a god in blue scrubs, commanding life and death. S

eturned. The crisis was over. The surgery con

gown and gloves and strode out of the OR without a

g out of her scrubs when Dr. Hill cornered he

ext month," Hill sai

or every single night shift, every weekend, every holiday. I

, her voice shaking. "The residency

close. "You think because you survived one bad surgery you'r

chimed in. "You should be grateful you're even allo

eir laughter echoin

so profound it was hard to breathe. She pulled out her phone, her thumb hovering over he

balance in the trust account. The numbers were a cold

mail notification popped up. It was

orking group on next-generation

Lynn, Intervent

ynn was a kind, brilliant cardiologist, known for his innov

or only a second befor

he OR. He had seen the exhaustion etched onto her face. He told himself this schedule was a test. A crucible to forge a better surgeon. But as he stared at her name under a string of

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