by Linda Warren
“That isn’t a park—it’s wetlands. Mosquito central,” Anya responded, setting her tray on a clear spot. “What happened to the two guys who’d signed on?”
“Ned Norwalk decided he prefers living alone.” Ned was a fellow nurse. “I wish he’d told me sooner.” Karen scowled at Lucky.
“I had nothing to do with that.” Turning a chair backward, he sat at the other open space. “I like him.”
“But you hate Laird,” Melissa noted.
Lucky shrugged. “Karen, I’m sorry, but you know how he is. A few drinks and he’s making passes at random women.” Catching Karen’s eye roll, he added, “Unwelcome passes.”
“So you chased him off,” Karen grumbled.
“Once you come to your senses, you’ll thank me,” Lucky replied.
Quietly eating her sandwich, Anya conceded that she didn’t like Laird either. He might be a psychologist and family counselor, but in her opinion, he could use some counseling of his own.
“How’d you get rid of him?” Zora asked.
Lucky addressed his response to the others, ignoring Zora, as usual. “I may have implied that I’d make his life miserable if he moved in. That’s all.”
Karen smacked the table. Anya had to grab her iced tea to prevent a spill. “This may be a game to you, Lucky, but I can’t make the payments by myself. Now that the renovations are finished, I need a full house. Otherwise, I either have to raise everyone’s rent sky-high or sell.”
For years, Karen—now in her early forties—had cared for her ailing mom while medical expenses ate up their savings. They’d had to defer all but the most essential maintenance on their five-bedroom home. A few months ago, though, following her mother’s death, the counselor had taken out a loan to upgrade the electrical, plumbing and appliances. Then she’d solicited her friends and coworkers to move in for what Anya had to admit was a very reasonable monthly rent.
“It’s perfect timing. I understand Anya’s lease is up for renewal.” Lucky didn’t mention Zora. Anya wondered how the two of them expected to share a house. The potential for conflict added to her distaste of the idea of moving in with them.
“You can have the bedroom on the side,” Zora wheedled. “I’ll take the noisy one in the front.”
Everyone stared at Anya. The combined pressure was so strong, she half expected her chair to tilt. Fortunately, she was used to resisting pressure. “Zora and I will discuss this in private,” she said.
“Coward,” Lucky teased.
“Sharing a kitchen shouldn’t be a big deal because you hardly ever cook,” Zora pointed out. As Anya had explained to her friend, she’d grown up shouldering more than her share of household duties in her large family. Heating a can of soup and eating a premade salad felt like a heavenly indulgence.
“And I gather the rent will be considerably lower than what you’re paying for your apartment,” Melissa added.
Anya calmly started on the second half of her sandwich. She had shared her objections with Zora, and the polite refusal she’d voiced several times previously ought to be enough for the others.
Karen drummed her fingers on the table. “Contrary to what you may believe, a wetland is not a swamp. It’s a vibrant ecosystem. A healthy wetland actually reduces the mosquito population thanks to the thriving birds, frogs and fish.”
“And other insects that feed on mosquito larvae,” added Lucky, who’d clearly heard this speech before.
“I just love frogs, fish and insects.” Anya’s irony didn’t extend to birds. She did enjoy those, except maybe pigeons in the vicinity of her car.
Zora widened her eyes in mute appeal. Fortunately, there was little danger of her jumping ship on Anya. Until recently, Zora, an ultrasound technician, had occupied a pariah-like status around the hospital because she’d stolen a popular nurse’s husband a few years back. Then, a year ago, Zora had needed a place to go after her husband cheated on her, too, and Anya had agreed to move in with her. Zora had burst into tears of gratitude and they’d had each other’s backs ever since.
“I can give you until Sunday night to decide,” Karen said. “Monday, I’m posting the vacancies on the bulletin board.”
“Oh, come on, Anya,” Lucky said. “You haven’t given us a good reason. My bedroom’s downstairs. You ladies will have plenty of privacy on the second floor, and I can do guard duty.”
Anya ignored him and moved on to her sweet-potato chips.
The others shifted to regard someone approaching, as if the short, uniformed woman with thick glasses might be their salvation. Instead, Eva Rogers zeroed in on Anya.
Smiling and holding up her phone, Eva said, “Just got a cancellation. Dr. Cavill-Hunter can fit you in at 6:45. How’s that?”
“Fine,” Anya replied, trying to keep the bite out of her voice. The other nurse should have more discretion than to approach a patient in front of others, but Anya was grateful for the appointment.
“See you then.” With a wave, Eva sauntered off.
Around the table, four very interested faces turned to Anya. “Is anything wrong?” Lucky asked.
“It can’t be routine or there’d be no reason to jump at a cancellation,” Karen observed.
“Need me to come along for moral support?” Zora asked.
Anya stood. “That’s the other reason.”
“The other reason for what?” asked her roommate.
“The other reason for not moving into the house.” Anya picked up her tray. “Gossip.”
She left without waiting for their reactions. Although she’d rather not offend anyone, she had bigger issues to deal with.
Copyright © 2014 by Jackie Hyman
ISBN-13: 9781460331903
THE COWBOY’S DESTINY
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BABY STEPS
A baby is the last thing surgical nurse Anya Meeks expected from her passionate New Year’s Eve fling. Growing up, Anya shouldered more than her share of responsibility, even raising her three younger siblings. She isn’t ready to tackle a lifelong commitment to a child—or to a man—no matter how caring and attentive he seems.
A drop-dead-gorgeous doctor like Jack Ryder is used to the women of Safe Harbor Hospital vying for his attention. Too bad the only woman he wants is avoiding him. Jack longs for a family—he’ll do anything to persuade Anya not to put their baby up for adoption. But with her jaded views on relationships and family, it won’t be easy. Can he convince her that their love is no accident?
Jack indicated the three doorways. “Which one’s your room?”
“Back corner.”
“I’ll bet it has a great view.”
Taking the hint, Anya led him into the room. “Ignore the mess, okay?” She’d left a pile of clean laundry on the bed to be folded.
“You consider this a mess? It’s nice.” Hardly high praise, but then, her plain, inexpensive
furnishings didn’t merit compliments.
She found Jack’s nearness even more enticing in these intimate quarters. Everything about him appealed to her, from his chest-hugging T-shirt to the light in his green eyes.
Longing shimmered through Anya. As a diversion, she hurried to the window. “It’s especially pretty at sunset.”
“It sure is.” When Jack approached, the air heated between them. His arm circled her waist, drawing her close.
Anya relaxed against him. When Jack turned her toward him, a rush of longing underscored how much she’d missed him. New Year’s Eve hadn’t been a tipsy aberration. She’d longed for him from the moment they’d met. And now she longed for even more….
Dear Reader,
Although each of the Safe Harbor Medical romances stands alone, I incorporate subplots that I hope will add to readers’ enjoyment and build anticipation for the next book.
A Baby for the Doctor begins a three-book cycle that focuses on five hospital workers who share quarters in a large house. Three of the four women become pregnant—including one who chooses to undergo an embryo transfer—while the fifth occupant, a male nurse, provides an ironic perspective.
Nurse Anya Meeks, the heroine of this book, has a prickly relationship with handsome surgeon Jack Ryder and isn’t at all thrilled to discover that their impulsive New Year’s Eve encounter left her pregnant. Moving into the house surrounds her with caring friends, and the challenge falls to Jack to win her over. Sometimes this requires winning her housemates’ approval, too, as he learns when he volunteers to cook for her.
Both characters were fun to write about. I hope you’ll enjoy their verbal sparring and emotional journey as much as I did.
Also, please enjoy the recipe! Although we can only include one in the book, I’ve posted several more of Jack’s favorite recipes on my website, www.jacquelinediamond.com, along with a complete list of the Safe Harbor books.
Best,
Jacqueline Diamond
A BABY FOR
THE DOCTOR
Jacqueline Diamond
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Delivered at home by her physician father, Jacqueline Diamond came by her interest in medical issues at an early age. Later, during her career as a novelist, Jackie was inspired to follow medical news after successfully undergoing fertility treatment to have her two sons, now grown. Since then, she has written numerous romances involving medicine, as well as romantic intrigues, comedies and Regency historicals, for a total of more than ninety-five books. She and her husband of thirty-five years live in Orange County, California, where she’s active in Romance Writers of America. You can see an overview of the Safe Harbor Medical miniseries at www.jacquelinediamond.com and say hello to Jackie at her Facebook site, www.facebook.com/JacquelineDiamondAuthor.
Books by Jacqueline Diamond
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
1101—NINE-MONTH SURPRISE‡
1109—A FAMILY AT LAST‡
1118—DAD BY DEFAULT‡
1130—THE DOCTOR + FOUR‡
1149—THE DOCTOR’S LITTLE SECRET
1163—DADDY PROTECTOR
1177—TWIN SURPRISE
1209—THE FAMILY NEXT DOOR*
1223—BABY IN WAITING*
1242—MILLION-DOLLAR NANNY*
1273—DOCTOR DADDY
1295—THE WOULD-BE MOMMY**
1320—HIS HIRED BABY**
1335—THE HOLIDAY TRIPLETS**
1344—OFFICER DADDY**
1358—FALLING FOR THE NANNY**
1375—THE SURGEON’S SURPRISE TWINS**
1392—THE DETECTIVE’S ACCIDENTAL BABY**
1400—THE BABY DILEMMA**
1420—THE M.D.’S SECRET DAUGHTER**
1443—THE BABY JACKPOT**
1454—HIS BABY DREAM**
1483—THE SURPRISE HOLIDAY DAD**
‡Downhome Doctors
*Harmony Circle
**Safe Harbor Medical
MYRNA’S SALMON
1–2 lbs of salmon
Marinate 2–3 hours in lime juice.
Mix together:
1/4 cup apricot preserves
1/3 tsp horseradish
garlic salt
2 tsp apple cider vinegar
Spread over salmon. Bake at 375ºF, uncovered, for about 20 minutes.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Excerpt
Chapter One
“That was unbelievable.” Exhilarated, Dr. Jack Ryder stripped off his surgical gown, folded it inward to contain the soiled part and stuffed it into the specially marked laundry receptacle.
He wished his mentor, Dr. Owen Tartikoff, hadn’t already left the operating suite so he could thank the man for letting him take the lead in today’s microsurgery, a procedure known as pain mapping. Instead, he shared his high spirits with the anesthesiologist, Dr. Rod Vintner.
Rod quirked an eyebrow at the younger man’s excitement. “Don’t let it go to your head. In the Middle Ages, surgery was performed by barbers. By the way, I could use a trim.” Pulling off his cap, he displayed a shock of graying brown hair.
“Getting a little thin in the middle,” Jack responded. One of the techs, obviously new at Safe Harbor Medical Center, seemed startled at this exchange, so Jack explained, “Rod’s my uncle.”
“Barely,” said the anesthesiologist, removing his glove from the edge, inside out to protect his skin from the contaminated surface. “We’re the same age.”
“Except that you’re eight years older,” Jack corrected mildly.
“Anything less than ten years is negligible.” Rod slid his bare fingers inside the second glove and pulled it off, also inside out.
“In your fevered brain.”
“I have much more interesting things in my fevered brain.” Rod replaced his surgical cap with a fedora. The look, combined with his short beard and sharp eyes, reminded Jack of a college professor he’d once studied under, a fellow who’d also been quick to pounce on a student’s vulnerability but was kind at heart.
As he washed his hands, Jack mentally replayed the surgery. The minimally invasive microlaparoscopy technique involved making an incision about the size of a needle stick. Then the patient had briefly been brought out of anesthesia, and he’d used tiny instruments to touch the organs, allowing her to react so he could identify the exact source of her pain.
After she was again under anesthesia, he’d removed the endometriosis, excess cells from the uterus lining that had spread to the abdominal cavity. The small amount might not have troubled another patient, but each individual perceives pain differently, and this patient had been in agony. Hopefully, she would now feel much better and be able to pursue her goal of having a baby.
“I can’t believe I hesitated to apply for this surgical fellowship,” he commented to Rod as they left the suite. “Thanks for nudging me.”
“You’d been away from Southern California long enough,” his uncle said. “Anyway, I needed a roommate and I like your cooking.”
Jack took a quick glance around the second-floor hallway. A couple of young nurses must have been watching for him because they immediately made eye contact and flashed him warm smiles. He gave what he hoped was a friendly but distant nod in return. “Could you keep your voice down?” he murmured.
“Why is it such a big secret that you cook?” Rod strode alongside him toward the twin elevators.
“I learned a long time ago that if women find out I have domestic skill
s, they’ll never leave me alone,” Jack said. He’d unwittingly earned a reputation as a ladies’ man in his younger years simply by responding to women’s interest. Whether they were attracted to him as a doctor or as a single male, he’d never been certain, but the discovery that he was a good cook acted like an accelerant on a fire.
He’d soon realized how quickly some ladies made assumptions about having a future with him and how easily feelings could get hurt. So he’d done his best to avoid involvement. Until recently...
“Women never leave you alone,” his uncle commented.
“Some of them do.” Especially the one I didn’t mean to drive away.
And there she was, waiting by the elevators, freshly scrubbed after surgery. Wavy brown hair tumbled around nurse Anya Meeks’s sweet face, but her full lips no longer curved when Jack appeared and her intense brown eyes avoided his even while she’d been smoothly assisting him in the operating room.
He should have followed his own rules about not hooking up with a coworker. Yet something about Anya had drawn him to her from the start—her dark, humorous gaze, her quirky energy when they joked and the anecdotes she’d shared during operations about helping raise the younger siblings in her large family. After growing up longing for a stronger family connection, Jack had found those stories especially fascinating.
Which was why when he’d run into her at a New Year’s Eve party five weeks ago and learned she was ready to go home before her designated-driver roommate, he shouldn’t have offered her a ride. He’d been well aware of an undercurrent of attraction between them. Still, because they lived in the same apartment complex, the suggestion had made sense. But then he really shouldn’t have walked her to her door, and then walked through her door, and then noticed the leftover mistletoe and claimed a kiss and then...
The experience of being with her had been so unexpected and powerful, he’d wanted to proceed with caution. Plus, Anya had urged him to leave before her roommate came home. “Let’s just keep this light, okay?” she’d said.