She hadn't slept well the night before. Not long after getting back into bed, Yara Quillan had fallen asleep again, only to be jolted awake by a phone call as persistent as a summons from hell.
"Hello?" she mumbled, fumbling for her phone in a daze.
"Hey, Wildcat, where are you right now?"
Hearing the voice on the other end, Yara Quillan rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Ian Zimmerman, what are you yelling about so early in the morning? Don't you know I'm sleeping?"
"Wildcat, don't be mad, please don't be mad," Ian Shannon soothed into the phone, holding it as if in prayer. 'It's not like I wanted to make this call. I was woken up bright and early too!'
"Fine, I forgive you. Now, spit it out. What is it? If it isn't important, you're dead meat!"
"Er…" Ian Shannon fell silent for a moment before closing his eyes and saying with resignation, "I heard you're entering the operating room for the first time today. I just called to cheer you on."
