CHAPTER 8 - IVY

Ivy jumped out of her skin and dropped everything in her hands. She couldn’t help it but and cried out in dismay. “Mr. Allan.” It took her a moment to register what he’d said. Of course, he’d appear like this while she was in a hurry to deal with something she didn’t want to speak to him about. “I have a rather sudden personal matter I must deal with, and time is of the essence. So, I must leave early. I’m taking work with me, so you don’t need to worry about my department budget being late.” She silently cursed as her phone landed in one place and her mug skittered off a few feet away in another direction.

Before she could bend to pick anything up, Heath was there picking up her phone along with everything else. “I didn’t ask about the budget. I asked where you’re going.”

Heath, of course, looked at her phone screen as he straightened. “A cab to Mercy General? Ivy, why are you going to the hospital? Who’s there that needs you now?”

Ivy must have looked guilty or something because whe