Georgia walked into her apartment at 8 the next morning and checked her voice messages. One from her mom, another from her sister, and one from Dr. Clark asking her to call him.  Whatever it was could wait. She had just finished her twelve hour shift and she wanted to take a badly needed shower.

Once she made sure Timothy was fed and had enough water, Georgia stripped and stepped into her tiled shower, sighing when the hot water hit her back. The muscles in her body started to unwind and she felt herself relax. Work seemed to last forever this time and she was glad to be home. She lathered her tangerine scented shampoo in her hair and massaged her scalp, scrubbing away the hospital grime that she felt in her hair.

After she finished washing and brushed her hair out, she walked to her kitchen in her robe and toasted a blueberry English muffin, which was her typical breakfast. Georgia turned on some music and danced around her kitchen to Billie Holiday. Her coffee maker brewed a cup of caffeinated heaven and she smiled when it finished filling her coffee mug. She reached out and wrapped her palms around the warm ceramic cup and took a slow sip. The hot coffee seemed to warm her soul and she shivered with happiness.

With her coffee in hand, Georgia placed her English muffin on a plate and walked out to her living room and sat on her couch. Timothy instantly walked over to her and laid down on her thighs, giving her the cutest look he could muster in hopes of getting a share of her food. He had learned that his cute face could get Georgia to do almost anything. Almost. Georgia laughed lightly and nudged him with her knuckles.

"No, Timmy. Today, I am being stingy. You get no human food." She took a bite out of her muffin and watched as her cat mewed loudly and watched her every movement. "Timothy, you go right into that kitchen and eat your own food. I fed you before I got into the shower and I know you haven't eaten any of it."

Timothy lifted his head and watched her for a minute, staring deeply into her eyes. When he realized that she was firm in her decision, he blinked and flicked his tail, then sashayed off to his favorite windowsill and curled up in a patch of sunlight.

Georgia rolled her eyes and polished off the rest of her breakfast. She needed a nap and some badly needed rest. The blinking red light from her voice mail machine caught her attention as she walked to the kitchen and she remembered Dr. Clark's phone call. Just in case it was indeed important, she decided to call him back before she went to bed.

She picked up the receiver and hit redial. As the phone rang, Georgia secretly wished that he wouldn't answer and that she could go straight to bed. Right before the very last ring, he picked up the phone.

"Yeah, this is Jeremy."

"Hi, Dr. Clark, this is Georgia. I got your message. What did you need to talk about?" Georgia placed her plate in the dishwasher and turned off her Keurig.

"Georgia, thanks for returning my call. I was wondering if you would be able to take up a few extra shifts this week."

Although he couldn't see it, Georgia closed her eyes and shook her head. "No, I am afraid I can't. I have been working long shifts as is and I don't think I can take on the extras and still remain functional. I think you could ask Derek Montgomery, though. He is a great nurse and they gave him short shifts to see how he would work out. I'm sure he would like the longer hours. He truly loves what he does."

Dr. Clark sighed heavily. "No, that's no good. I don't think he is up to par yet. New nurse and all. I wouldn't trust him with the responsibility. You, on the other hand, are an experienced nurse and I know you well enough to believe that you would manage just fine with the extra work."

Georgia paced her kitchen floor and hoped this conversation that was going nowhere would end soon. "Listen, Dr. Clark, as flattering as your kind compliments are, I highly suggest that you ask Derek if he would be interested. I have seen him in action and he can handle high levels of stress, emergency situations, and the toughest medical cases and injuries. I am the senior nurse in the ER, I know what I am talking about. I am not going to take on the extra hours, I'm sorry."

There was a long pause coming from the other end of the phone. "And you wouldn't reconsider at all?"

Georgia stopped pacing and tossed her arm in the air. "No, sir, I will not reconsider."

"Alright. Thank you for the advice. Georgia, may I ask you a different question?"

At this point, Georgia was ready to hang up and dive into her bed and not look back at the phone. Granted, she was talking to her supervisor and if she got testy, he could reprimand her or worse,  but she was exhausted and he was acting like a dog with a bone. "Yes?"

"A good friend of mine is a season ticket holder at Le Théâtre Sophistiqué downtown and he has two tickets to go see The Phantom of the Opera on Friday. He isn't able to make it but he didn't want his tickets to go to waste so he gave them to me. Would you want to go with me? I hear it is a really good show."

Georgia bit her bottom lip and thought it over for a minute. She had wanted to go see the show but it was sold out when she tried to buy a ticket. There were too many bad things that could happen. The date could go horribly and then he could fire her out of spite. Or, if it went well, Dr. Clark might take that as an open opportunity to go out again, but she wasn't sure if that is what she wanted or not. Sure, he was a fine, intelligent, and hot as hell man, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to take the risk. She had always found him attractive and hoped he would ask her out, but she doubted it would ever happen!

"Georgia?" Dr. Clark sounded nervous.

"What? Oh! I'm so sorry. I was lost in thought."

Dr. Clark's baritone laugh made her tingle. "That's alright. Would you like to go?"

Oh, to hell with it. "Yes, I would love to. What time do you want me to meet you there?"

"Would you mind if I picked you up instead? If you would rather drive yourself, that is fine. I just thought it would be nice to pick you up."

She smiled. "It's fine if you want to pick me up. What time should I be ready?"

"I'll pick you up at seven. The show starts at eight and it won't take us long to get there."

"Okay then. I'll text you my address on Thursday and we can go over particulars then. I am going to go to bed, Doc. I'll talk to you later."

"Great. Sleep well, Georgia."

Georgia hung up and stood there for a moment. She had a date with her dreamboat. The guy she had admired for both his work and in general had actually asked her out. This was unreal. To make sure she wasn't asleep, she pinched the inside of her arm and yelped.

"Okay, so I am awake after all." Once she came back down to earth, Georgia squealed like a adolescent girl. "I need sleep or I am going to explode. Timothy, behave yourself! I'm going to bed."

Timothy picked up his head and looked at her. The uncaring gaze that was directed toward her made her laugh and she headed to bed.

T-minus two days until her date with the hot doctor.

A/N: Hi, guys! If you have been keeping up with Georgia and Meyer Central, thank you so much! I am hoping to make this story one of my best. I have a few other writing projects at the drawing board stage right now and I want to get Gold Heart, Love Again, and Medical Opinion finished or as close to finished as I can get them before I start any more projects. I hope to have Gold Heart finished by the end of this summer (summer 2017) so hopefully I will meet that goal!

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