I can't fall in love with my doctor. What is the matter with me? That's a question with way too much answer. It's not like I'm sickly . Just worried about illness. And accident. And random disease. And yeah, if I'm harboring a crush on my doctor, that makes it weird. Almost as weird as coming back to the campus where I attended high school so I can work in a field I didn't study. Not that I got very far in college. My whole university experience was over after the first year. I went to get a degree in music, and then I quit. College and the violin, both. Who knew it was so easy to walk away from something I once loved? I just wasn't feeling it. But I'm feeling something now. A whole lot of something for a man who is not only my healthcare provider but also way too old for me. No way. Impossible. And speaking of impossible, there's this invitation to accompany the hottest Broadway star of the decade. But I don't do that anymore. Even if I might (kind of, a little bit) want to. I've got to figure out what I want. Who I'm going to be. And do it all before this silly crush turns into something I can't ignore—or before I lose all my options.