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minutes away, if he wasn’t already there. I needed to get G on board quickly. I couldn’t leave—why couldn’t she understand that?
    Probably because the only thing she could think of was closing a Ten.
    “And what makes you so sure that if I give you more time for the Tucker Errand, you’ll be able to close it? If you, out of all my girls, weren’t able to close this already, this is one of those rare few we need to walk away from. Being the best doesn’t just mean closing Errands. It also means knowing when to walk away from one.”
    Other than my initial training, this was probably the longest conversation I’d had with G. All thanks to Rob Tucker.
    “That might be true, but we’re not walking away from this one because I can close it.” I stood up because I couldn’t keep sitting. “I’m not your best because I know when to walk away, G. I’m your best because when your other girls would walk away, I dig in deeper and get the job done. I’m your best because I don’t give up when complications arise. I’m your best because I know how to navigate them and come out on the other end with incriminating photos and a nice payout for you and me. I’m your best for a reason, so why don’t you let me call a shot for once?” I was pacing the hospital room, glancing at the closed door every few seconds.
    “And you’re so sure spending extra time on this Seven is worth time spent away from our Ten?” G asked at last.
    “I’m certain.” Of course I couldn’t mention that I’d been working the Callahan Errand all week because Henry had been with me here, but my relationship with Henry had progressed significantly this week. How much was difficult to quantify, but we were well on our way to making that final tumble into bed. “One more week, and this one’s closed, and I’m in San Francisco again.”
    G was silent for so long, it felt more like ten minutes instead of the one that probably passed as she worked out her thoughts in that complicated, conniving brain of hers. “You’ve got three days,” she said at last. “If the Tucker Errand isn’t closed by then, too bad. You’re leaving Tampa in seventy-two hours no matter what—even if it’s in the middle of Mr. Tucker dropping his pants, you understand?”
    The timeline would be tough, but that didn’t keep me from smiling. Little time was infinitely better than no time. “Seventy-two hours. Got it.”
    “I mean it, Eve. If you’re not back in California by then, I’ll send in my own competition to close the Callahan Errand.”
    If I could snarl at her, I would have. “The clock’s ticking. I’ve got work to do.”
    The second I hung up the phone, my door was opened by a nurse pushing a wheelchair. “Ready to bust out of here?” Her smile fell when she saw what I was wearing.
    “Sweet ride. Who’s it for?” I asked as I headed for the door.
    The nurse rolled it into my path. “You.” I was opening my mouth to object when she added, “Hospital policy.”
    Glaring at the wheelchair, I crossed my arms. “You mean insurance policy, who forces it into being a hospital policy.”
    The nurse’s smile returned. “It’s a vicious cycle. Now, you want to get out of here or do you want to stay and argue?”
    “I’d prefer not to roll out of here, but policy’s policy.” With a shrug, I swallowed my pride and situated myself in the wheelchair.
    The ride down to the first floor passed quickly. Before I’d broken out in hives from being in the wheelchair in the first place, the nurse was pushing me through the front doors and helping me out.
    “Have you got a ride home?” she asked, scanning the empty pick-up area. “Can I call someone for you? A cab even?”
    That was when I saw a shiny black limo rolling up. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself what Rob Tucker had done to his wife, and me, and what I had to get done in seventy-two hours. If I managed to get the Errand closed, I would become the newest member of the Miracle