If Dr. Hope Hernandez were any more exhausted, she'd be the one on the gurney. Her drive for perfection leaves her scrambling to juggle an insane ER schedule, studying for boards, and her boyfriend-whoops! Ex-boyfriend. Fine. One less thing demanding her attention. Hope buries her pain in work. She'd get more affection from a dog, anyway, with less risk to her heart. Safe and uncomplicated. The second she sees the forlorn, retired...