The Pull Of The Moon. Darlene Graham

in a derisive smile—“significant other.”

      An irrational urge grabbed him as he stepped onto the elevator. He wanted, very badly, to push the button for the fourth noor—the OB ward—and find Danni Goodlove and tell her. She’d listen, he felt sure. There was something about her—something deep. She’d understand. But he could be wrong—hadn’t he been way wrong before? They hardly knew each other, and she hadn’t seemed too keen when he’d mentioned getting together for a date. If he showed up now, only minutes after he’d left the next step to her, with his red nose and these unshed tears threatening, wanting... what? Well, sympathy, obviously.