“Surgery is no life for a woman.” Ann Kenyon had heard that sentence since her childhood, but she’d struggled toward her goal with determination, concentrating only on her work, too busy to think of men. And now, an able and respected surgeon, she was learning for the first time in her life what it meant to be a woman. To be in love, to be in doubt, to fight the turmoil of emotion that rose within her, clouding her mind even as she held a scalpel in her hands.