This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 by Allison Ashley. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Erin Molta

Cover design by Elizabeth Turner Stokes

Cover photography by Photographee.eu and mevoo/Shutterstock

ISBN 978-1-68281-551-9

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition March 2020

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Dedication

For the patients I’ve known, for the ones I will meet, and for the health care providers always fighting to save.

Chapter One

Chapter One

It all started with boobs in the coffee line.

Lauren Taylor stared at the image populating the screen on her phone, and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. With the image came a question.

Emma: Is this OK to wear to work?

Lauren typed her response. No.

A second image appeared almost immediately. A close-up of her friend’s chest, barely contained within the black fabric of whatever shirt she’d changed into.

Emma: What about this one?

Lauren glanced up to make sure no one had come to stand behind her. The photo looked like something from the cover of Maxim and wasn’t something she wanted another customer to see her looking at. She held her phone close to her own chest as she replied, Definitely no.

A minute passed with no response, and Lauren dropped her hand to her side. She leaned to the left and counted…three people ahead of her. Glancing at her watch, she tapped her foot, a rapid staccato on the tile floor. The door to her right opened with a gust of crisp autumn wind and several people filed in.

She considered leaving, but she really wanted coffee. She closed her eyes and rehearsed the introduction in her head.

Good morning. Today I’ll be discussing the management of toxicities associated with immunotherapy…

Her phone dinged.

She slid her thumb across the screen, and a new image materialized.

So.

Much.

Cleavage.

OMG Emma. No. Just…no.

A deep chuckle sounded behind her. Lauren pressed her phone to her stomach, jerked her head around, and forgot all about Emma’s boobs.