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She shakes her head, muttering under her breath. “You’re a pain in my ass, Callahan.”

I smirk. “That’s what you signed up for.”

Brooke glares but grabs the contract, flipping through it. “She’s going to take the offer.”

“I hope so.”

She glances up, brows raised. “She doesn’t know yet?”

I shake my head. “I want to tell her myself.”

Brooke leans back, eyeing me like she’s trying to figure out if I’ve lost my mind.

Maybe I have.

But if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s Anastasia.

She’s the best damn doctor this team could ask for.

And she’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted like this.

I just need to make sure I don’t screw this up.

Because this isn’t just about the job.

This is about us.

And I’ll be damned if I let anyone—including myself—stand in the way of what we could be.

The second Brooke closes the contract folder, I say, “Find Anastasia. Bring her here.”

Brooke blinks, caught off guard for the first time this morning. “Right now?”

I nod. “Right now.”

She mutters something under her breath about needing a raise before standing and straightening her blazer. “If she tells me to go to hell, I’m blaming you.”

“Duly noted.”

Brooke gives me one last long-suffering look before heading for the door.

I lean back in my chair, exhaling.

This is it.

No more secrets. No more hiding. No more avoiding the inevitable.

Anastasia deserves the truth—about her position, about us, about everything.

And she’s about to get it.

When Brooke returns with Anastasia, I can already tell she’s bracing for something.

Her expression is guarded, her posture stiff.

I don’t blame her.

I push back from my desk, standing as she walks in, her green eyes locking onto mine with wary determination.