Chapter Eight
Waking with a groan, Isaac’s first thought was that he was glad he wasn’t in work today. Granted, he was heading off to a conference in London later that afternoon, but he’d slept so badly he desperately needed the extra sleep a late start afforded him. A glance at the clock on his bedside table told him he’d already had the extra sleep. Bollocks—so much for more shut-eye making him feel better.
He threw back the covers, got up and shuffled into the en suite, where he used the loo then hopped into the shower. Twisting the knob to make the water cooler than he normally had it, he hoped it would wake him up, chivvy him along a bit, and make him more capable of facing the day. At least he didn’t have to deal with any patients. He just had to pack, then drive to Sheffield and c
