No Strings Attached

Chase chimed in with a lighthearted grin, "You know, I was about to pick up a picture frame for you, stuff your photo in it, and set it up right here, but then I couldn't find a black and white portrait, so I bailed on the idea."

"Oh, well, thanks a ton," came the sarcastic reply, "Just light some more candles, why don't you? And you can hold a funeral for me right here."

Clara stood off to the side, watching the guys exchange jabs. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

The cool, commanding CEO could sling curse words and crack risqué jokes with his buddies. That was news to her. This was a side of him she had never seen before.

her a mock, resentful glance. "Clara, they're picking on me, and you're laughing. How about taking my side and

faded to her usual composure as she said, "You guys catch up. I'm heading to the nurses' station to check on how many IVs you're due for today." She nodded to everyone and made her

up, "Clara, how

smile crossed Clara's lips, "Doing alright,

lost his sight or when he broke his leg. He never got like this. If you still have feelings for him, maybe consider giving him another chance. It's tough to watch

the carefree type, but he was dead serious when

was taken aback. After a few moments, she replied, "Dr. Chase, there are some things I just can't get past. I could forgive how he treated me, but not how he treated our unborn child. That child was his flesh

he was over the moon - called me right away to find an OB-GYN for you. When the miscarriage happened, sure, he said some awful things in the heat of the

me those pills? If he didn't want