I was walking down the hallway towards my apartment, fumbling for my keys, when my cell rang. Thinking it was probably one of my co-workers with an update on our patient, I dropped my purse in the process of flipping open the phone.

"How's he doing?" I answered. "Are the antibiotics working?"

"Allison?" The voice was that of Sarah, my best friend and roommate from undergrad.

"Sarah? Yeah, it's me. God, we haven't talked in months! How are you?"

I gathered my purse from the floor and entered my apartment while she and I exchanged greetings and small talk. She told me about her new nephew and new car, and I quickly caught her up on my recent debacle with Chase. I had already changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and was settling into the couch with a glass of iced tea when Sarah said, "So hey, there's actually a reason I'm calling."

"Oh yeah? You better not tell me you're pregnant. I swear, if you have a baby before I do…" I joked.

She laughed. "Nope, no buns in this oven yet! I wanted to ask you if you had any plans for the Fourth of July. My aunt and uncle have a cabin in Tennessee and I thought it would be really fun if we could spend a weekend together and just goof off, like we used to in college."

"Wow Sarah, that sounds amazing, thanks for inviting me. But wouldn't you rather have a weekend alone with Justin?" Sarah and Justin had been married for a couple of years, and they were still hopelessly romantic and practically attached at the hip. It would make me sick, if it weren't so blatantly obvious that they were made for each other. I guess they have me to thank for that, since I so selflessly introduced my best friend to my intelligent and extremely attractive acquaintance from med school.

"Yeah, well, the jerk forgot to request that weekend off, so he'll be on call. It's a good thing he's devastatingly handsome, otherwise I'd have him sleeping on the couch for this."

I laughed, enjoying hearing a friendly female voice. I'd been spending way too many hours at work lately and all that sarcasm, snark, and testosterone had been getting to me. And then I realized that I might be in the same predicament as Justin.

"I'm not sure if I can get time off work, either. We've been really busy lately, and I'm sure everyone else in the clinic has already put in their vacation requests for that weekend."

"Allie," She said sternly. "When was the last time you had a real vacation? Besides, you can't resist a quaint, cozy two bedroom log cabin nestled among pines, oaks, and babbling streams, a master suite with a plush king size bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, Jacuzzi bathtub, plasma screen satellite TV, hot tub on the deck, fully equipped kitchen…" Something tells me she had this speech prepared ahead of time.

"Ok, ok! Sarah, enough – you sold me!" I broke out in a huge grin at the thought of all that luxury.

Sarah actually squealed. Like a teenager. "Really? Are you serious? You'll come?"

I sighed deeply, giving in completely. "Really," I said with resolve. "You can count me in, as long as you let me sleep in the master bedroom."

"Oh, Allie! This is great! I'll plan everything, all you'll have to do is show up. It'll be just like old times! I'll email you with all the details. See you in a month!"

"See you in a month. Oh, and Sarah? Thanks."