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refuse outright either.
    Suddenly, Edward stood up.
    Straightening his white coat, he said, “Mr. Listrom, I think that this is a very noble mission. And to better aid Mr. Carew and the people of Unchartered Relief Aid, I think that we should send the best suited doctors.” He cleared his throat, keeping his gaze fastidiously pointed away from my end of the table. “I suggest we send Dr. Lyon. She works in ER and has experience in sudden and traumatic wounds. She would be best suited for the environment Qunar would present.”
    My jaw dropped.
    Doc Jones’s hands fisted in outrage.
    The tension in the room increased twenty fold and I could feel every doctor at the table staring at me. Except, of course, Edward.
    So instead of dealing with the messiness of post-break up life like a grown up, he was volunteering to send me away to a country that was facing life and death dangers? He would rather me be in a camp that could be car bombed than two floors down in a hospital?
    What. The. Fuck.
    But Mr. Listrom seemed to be taking in the suggestion, nodding in agreement. “That is a good point, Dr. Kincaid. Especially with the trauma that she has seen in this part of the neighborhood.” He sniffed distastefully.
    Yeah, well, I think gunshots and stab wounds are pretty distasteful too, buddy, I raged in my head. But so is poverty and violence. After having worked in the ER for as long as I have, I knew that a gang member was more than just his stab wounds and tattoos. He was a boy who had grown up with no examples and limited opportunities. He had started life on the back foot and so had made the decisions that he thought were best for his survival.
    “Dr. Lyon?” Mr. Listrom said, looking my way.
    Oh god, what could I say?
    “Well—” I started off, trying to figure out a way to buy time. But Doc Jones beat me to it.
    “I’m sorry but I have to disagree, Mr. Listrom,” Doc Jones said emphatically. “We are always short staffed in ER and need all the hands we can get. Dr. Lyon is one of the best on our team and losing her would be detrimental to our already small staff.” Doc Jones jerked his chin towards Edward, his eyes narrowed. “But Dr. Kincaid there is the head of surgery, a very large department. Skills like his would be invaluable in a place like Qunar. And his department is large enough to handle his absence.”
    Edward’s eyes widened at Doc Jones’s recommendation then narrowed in annoyance. Doc Jones matched his gaze, his own eyes fiery with outrage on my behalf.
    Mr. Listrom seemed completely oblivious to the exchange. He instead tapped a finger to his chin. “Hmmm…yes I can see that,” he said slowly. “And it would make a great headline piece. ‘Head of Surgery Volunteers in Qunar Relief.’”
    Mr. Listrom’s eyes practically glowed at the free publicity he would be getting from such a piece.
    Edward quickly countered. “I don’t doubt that that would be a good piece, sir,” he said ingratiatingly. “But surgery is a specialized team. We have as many doctors as we do because we need so many specialists. ER, on the other hand,” he threw Doc Jones a contemptuous glance, “is more about general treatment and immediate action. Things that would suit Qunar. It would be much easier to find a doctor to fill in Dr. Lyon’s spot in ER than it would be to find a doctor to fill in mine.”
    Oh that pompous asshole! What the hell did I ever see in him? How dare he try to minimize the work that my staff and I did? General treatment? Well, let’s see him and his precious specialists try to deal with a dozen stabbings, a rupturing pancreas, and a breaching baby all at once.
    Mr. Listrom nodded, tapping his chin again. “That is true as well. Dr. Lyon, what do you say? Would you be willing to join Mr. Carew in Qunar?”
    I swallowed. If I said no to the head of the hospital now, I knew I’d be on his shit list for the foreseeable future. Mr. Listrom valued publicity and money in that order and