Page 59 of Unwrapping Love

Maybe she could check out where some things were and hope she didn’t get stuck in traffic.

She pulled her phone out, looked for what was close to where her next interview was and headed in that direction.

Ninety minutes later, she was walking out of a home goods store.

One thing she never did was buy decorations for her temporary lodging.

This time, she bought a colorful throw blanket to put on the sectional and a tall glass vase in blues and greens that you couldn’t see inside of to stick her treatments in and have them close by.

She drove a few minutes to her next interview. An urgent care center. She hadn’t worked at one before but was thrilled when she got the call.

She was twenty minutes early, but walked in anyway. Better to be prompt.

When she was called in five minutes early, she stood up and made her way down the hall and into an office.

“Hi, I’m Nicole Ackman.”

“Saylor Beach.” She shook hands and sat when motioned.

“I have to tell you, I was all but drooling over your resume when we got it. Your experience would fit in well here. We aren’t as busy as an ER, but it can happen.”

“I enjoy a fast-paced environment.” It made the time fly by.

“I see you’re new to California but have your temporary license.”

She explained the situation and that she wanted to put roots down. “Now I’m looking for what might be the best fit for a career.”

“I hope it’s here,” Nicole said. “The benefit we have over hospitals is that we are closed at night. Our hours are eight to eight and we get some holidays off. Not all, but the major ones.”

“That’s great,” she said.

“We don’t pay as much for those reasons and some people don’t like that.”

Normally she’d factor that all in and she should, but Rowan had made it clear he would not be taking her money for any living expenses. She could take care of food and decor or activities... maybe.

She wanted to argue, but told herself they’d work it out another day.

“I’ll weigh my options. What’s the schedule like?”

“It’s a set schedule. Three twelve-hour days, then one six-hour day. Four days in a row, then three days off.”

“Really?” That was almost unheard of.

“Yes. That is how we appeal to prospects,” Nicole said. “This position would be Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, seven thirty to eight, or when the last patient is out, could be thirty minutes later, then Wednesday, seven thirty to two. You’ll get out on time then, as your replacement arrives at one thirty to shift patients over. You won’t return until Sunday morning again unless we are short staffed or you volunteer for shifts.”

She was doing the math in her head. She’d be getting OT each week just by coming in before they opened to get ready for the day and then staying late.

The three full days off in a row were great.

“That sounds wonderful.”

They talked for thirty minutes more and she was walking out the door with an offer too. She said the same thing she’d told Michael. She’d let them know in the morning.

When she returned to Rowan’s, the house was empty and completely peaceful.

She grabbed a drink and went to sit on the deck off the living room to look at the beach and call her grandmother.

“Hi, Saylor. How did the interviews go?”