The Rebel Doc Who Stole Her Heart

by Susan Carlisle

  Sweet? Michelle couldn’t remember anyone ever calling her sweet. Determined, a good surgeon, self-reliant, but sweet? She kind of liked having that adjective assigned to her. “Goodnight.”

  Mrs. Jordon gave her a small nod and turned her attention back to her husband.

  Michelle left and went to the nurses’ desk. “Who’s Mr. Jordon’s nurse tonight?”

  The other nurses looked everywhere but at her before one said, “I am, ma’am.”

  Michelle smiled at the young nurse and watched as she noticeably relaxed. “I’d like you to call social work and see if they have a volunteer who could sit through surgery with Mrs. Jordon. She has no one else and she shouldn’t be alone.”

  By the time Michelle finished making her request everyone at the desk was looking her direction.

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll see to it. If there is no one, I’ll come in. It’s my day off. They’re such a lovely old couple.”

  Michelle smiled and glanced back toward Mr. Jordon’s room. “Yes, they are. Thank you…”

  “Becky.”

  “Thank you, Becky.”

  Michelle walked down the hall to her next patient. She’d never done anything like holding a family member’s hand before and had certainly never thought of who sat with them during surgery. It felt good to focus on helping someone else instead of her misery. Ty would have been surprised and pleased if he’d seen her. More than that, she was proud of herself. Ty may have left but he’d been a blessing in her life, encouraging her to break out of her shell and show that she cared. For that, she’d always be grateful to him.

  She still needed to take one more step.

  * * *

  The next morning she entered the OR. Her team stood ready to go to work. They all looked at her expectantly. Instead of her usual “Are we ready to begin?” she said, “I’d like to tell all of you something.”

  Almost in unison their brows rose.

  “I know I’ve been a bit rigid and at times difficult to work with.” There was no argument. She really hadn’t expected there to be one. “My mother has been fighting a difficult battle with cancer and I’ve been preoccupied with her care and prognosis. I’ve been deathly afraid that I might lose her.”

  Murmurs of concern greeted her that were so heart felt that Michelle regretted she’d kept her mother’s illness a secret for so long.

  “My mother had cancer a couple of years ago and is doing great now,” said one person.

  “My niece had it as a child. She had her first baby six weeks ago,” commented one of the scrub nurses.

  “My father has it now,” said another.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” Michelle offered.

  “How’s your mother doing?” the nurse at the end of the table asked.

  “Very well. We’re getting good reports but the fight isn’t over.”

  Jane, who stood at her right elbow, said, “I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

  “Thanks, I may take you up on that some time.” With a lightness in her heart she’d not felt in a long time, Michelle meant it.

  “Now, we need to get Mr. Jordon patched up. He has a wife that’s waiting for him to get better.”

  Everyone took their positions and waited for her to take the lead.

  “Mark, why don’t you put on some of the rock and roll you like playing before I get in here?” Michelle said in a teasing tone.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  When all looks settled on her, she raised her brows and said, “Are we ready to begin?”

  * * *

  Hours later, Michelle walked into the surgery waiting room. Mrs. Jordon looked haggard but glad to see her. She took a seat next to the older woman and took her hand. “Mr. Jordon came through the surgery well and he’s doing fine. You can see him as soon as they get him settled in CICU. That will take a few minutes.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Ross.”

  Michelle let go of the older woman’s hand and stood. Smiling down at Mrs. Jordon, she said, “You’re welcome. He should be home and under your care in less than a week.”

  “That sounds wonderful.” Mrs. Jordon looked over at the woman sitting two seats over and back to Michelle. “I understand you are the one to thank for Robin being here.”

  Robin must be the volunteer in the traditional hospital volunteer jacket.

  “I just thought you might like a little company,” Michelle said. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Please get some rest. We all know what bad patients men can be,” Michelle said, and smiled.

  It felt good to know that she’d not only done her best for Mr. Jordon but for his wife as well. Ty had told her that if she’d just let others in that she’d no longer need him. He’d been wrong. She’d started letting people in but she still needed him just as much as she ever had. Would the ache ever ease?

  * * *

  The blazing hot days of summer were in full swing as Michelle pushed her way into the OR for the last time that afternoon. The last weeks had been difficult ones as she’d adjusted to Ty’s absence. There had been no phone calls, emails or letters. Nothing. It hurt but he was a free spirit and she’d expected nothing less. But it would have been nice…

  It hadn’t been easy, still wasn’t if she allowed herself too much time to think. She’d strived day by day to move on. She’d shared a shopping trip with a couple of the nurses who’d asked her about where to buy clothes. It had been enjoyable and they’d planned to do it again soon. She wouldn’t exactly call her interaction with the nurses friendship but she was making a step in the right direction. It was a slow process, learning to open up, but she was making an effort.

  Her mother was still seeing her doctors regularly and all the reports were good. Michelle continued to be pleased with her mother’s efforts to recover. She went out more, spent time with her friends and otherwise required less of Michelle’s time. The downside was that it gave Michelle even more time to wonder where Ty was and what he was doing, which left her gloomy. Thankfully her days were busy.

  “Hey, everyone, are we ready to go? Whose turn is it to pick the music?” Michelle asked as she walked toward the surgery table.

  Silence hung over the room for a second before Jane said, “I think it’s yours.”

  “Then how about some of the classics?” Michelle took her place and looked toward the head of the table. “Are we rea—?”

  Her heart stopped, jerked into motion again and kicked into warp speed.

  The sparkling green eyes that held steady over the mask of the person in the anesthesiologist’s chair she knew so well. They were the last thing she saw before she went to bed at night. They were the ones that burned warm and caring in her dreams. The ones she wouldn’t mistake for anyone else’s. The ones she had looked for every time she’d entered the OR but had never expected to see.

  Ty.

  His gaze held steady. Waiting. Questioning. Asking.

  Her breath came in soft, short gasps.

  Someone cleared their throat, making her remember to blink.

  Ty’s eyelids lowered too but when they came up again his eyes held that infamous twinkle. Her heart zipped faster. If she’d paid closer attention, she would have known sooner that it was Ty. He wore a hot pink scrub cap with gray elephants on it. Who else would wear a scrub cap like that? She knew all too well what his thick, wondrously curly hair felt like in her hands. The perfect touch of it running through her fingers.

  Glancing at the others in the room, she could see that they were watching her closely for a reaction to Ty being there. This time it wasn’t in uncertainty but in anticipation.

  “I’m ready. By the way, I like your taste in music,” Ty remarked with a hint of humor in his voice.

  How like Ty to joke when her nerves were tied in a knot. What was he doing here? Why hadn’t he told her he was coming?

  “I’ve been led to believe that music soothes the savage beast,” she said in a dry tone.

  He chuckled behind his mask.

  How could she be
expected to do her job with him sharing the OR? How long would he stay this time?

  Michelle took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was a professional and she had a surgery to perform. Thankfully it wasn’t a difficult one. Maybe this was the case she should let her resident take the lead on.

  Ty glanced at Michelle more than once but she never returned his look. It was as if she was making a point not to acknowledge that he was there. Did that mean she wanted nothing to do with him? Or did it mean that she was so aware of him that she was afraid she might be distracted? He hoped with every fiber in his being that it was the latter.

  Ty had questioned whether or not to agree to be in the OR without letting Michelle know first. He’d been assigned the case and there had been no time to speak to her. Michelle was a consummate professional and would always put her patients’ care first. If he’d thought anything less he wouldn’t have taken the case.

  Thankfully the surgery wasn’t a long one. As soon as the resident finished closing, Michelle was out the door.

  Ty had to stay with the patient until he was settled in CICU. Then he’d go in search of Michelle. He would have to hunt for her. She’d been shocked to see him and she would have gone somewhere to regroup before she could face him. He hoped that when he found her she’d still want to have something to do with him.

  After checking on the floor for her, he then went back to CICU. He was told that she’d come and gone. He called her but she didn’t answer. Was she so mad at him that she would refuse to speak to him? A fist of worry squeezed his heart. Had he missed his chance?

  Determined to make Michelle hear him out, he circled around by her office to see if she was there. If not, he’d go to her house and then her mother’s if necessary. He tapped lightly on the partially open door to Michelle’s office then pushed it wide.

  She sat behind her desk, removing the wrapper from a chocolate cake roll. Her hand shook slightly as she worked. Maybe she wasn’t completely unaffected by his return after all.

  “Hiding from me?” he asked.

  She pinned him with a narrow look. “No. And I didn’t say come in.”

  “No, you didn’t but I wasn’t sure you’d invite me in if I’d asked.”

  “What’re you doing here, Ty? I thought you were long gone.”

  “Disappointed to see me?” Michelle had slipped her armor on again. She was covering up her feelings and he wouldn’t let her push him away but she’d make him work for it.

  “I don’t care one way or another,” she said in a perfect tone of dismissal.

  He stepped closer and studied the contents of the trash can. Looking at her, he grinned. “I think you might. What’s that, your fifth cake?”

  She threw the cake she held into the garbage. “How many cake rolls I eat is none of your business.”

  “I think the number might have something to do with me being back and that makes it my business. At least, I hope it does.” He moved around the desk, propped his hip on the corner and looked at her.

  She squirmed in her chair and didn’t meet his gaze. “How long are you here for this time?”

  He couldn’t help but tease her. “You’re not glad to see me?”

  Lurching upwards, she stood and glared at him. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’ve not heard a word from you in weeks. Now you show up expecting me to greet you with open arms. What do you want?”

  “You.”

  * * *

  Michelle’s heart thudded against her chest as her blood zoomed through her veins. Had she heard Ty right? “What do you mean?”

  “Come on, Michelle, you’re an intelligent woman. You know what I mean.” He grinned. Reaching out, he placed his hands lightly on her hips and tugged her closer.

  She resisted slightly but Ty increased the pressure until his arms encircled her waist. She laid her hands on his shoulders and arched back so that she could see his face. “You can’t just waltz in here and act as if nothing has happened. What I want to know is how long you plan to stay. I can’t deal with you always leaving.”

  He leaned forward, bringing his lips inches from hers. “Why not?”

  “Because.” It was killing her not to lean forward and meet his lips with hers.

  His mouth continued to hover a hair’s breadth from hers. “Maybe because you love me?”

  “I don’t love you.”

  “Well, that’s too bad. Because I love you.”

  She floated on a cloud of pure bliss at the possibility of those words being true. Did she believe him? She so wanted to. Pulling her shoulders back so she could look into his eyes, she asked, “Really?”

  Ty grinned. “Really.” His expressive eyes reflected the truth of the statement. “Now, with that cleared up, I’m dying for a kiss. I’ve missed you, ma belle.”

  One of Ty’s hands moved to cup the back of her neck. He brought his mouth to hers. She leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting Ty’s kiss with one of her own. He nipped at her bottom lip and she opened for him. He wasted no time claiming her. His tongue dipped and parried, requesting her submission. Michelle willingly gave him everything. How she had longed for his touch. She moved closer, running her fingers through his hair, wanting all of him.

  The sound of someone clearing their throat made them jerk apart. Ty made a rude remark under his breath and stood.

  “Excuse me, Dr. Ross,” the social worker said, looking embarrassed. “I did knock. More than once, and the door was open. I need your signature on this order before the patient can be discharged.”

  Heat warmed Michelle’s face. She’d been caught passionately kissing a staff member and she didn’t care. She straightened her bright blue sweater and reached out to take the paper the woman offered. Ty made a discreet move to stand behind her chair.

  Michelle provided her signature with a flourish and gave the woman a wry smile. The social worker left quickly, without looking back. Michelle giggled.

  Ty chuckled and came around the chair to stand beside her. “You got caught necking in the hospital.”

  “That news should be all over the building in less than five minutes.”

  “Do you care?” Ty asked with concern in his voice.

  She smiled and stepped closer to him. “Not really.”

  Ty studied her. “You have changed.”

  “How’s that?” she asked with a secret smile on her lips.

  “There was a time when you wouldn’t have wanted anyone to know your business. And look at the way you’re dressed. By the way, that blue is very becoming on you.”

  She grinned at him. “Thank you, you silver-tongued devil. I have made some changes. Or at least I’ve been trying to. It’s hard. I did tell my team about my mother. They deserved to know. I’m just sorry I didn’t do it sooner. I had no idea so many of them have been affected by cancer. They have been very supportive.”

  “Is this the place where I’m not supposed to say I told you so?”

  “It must be hard to be right all the time,” she retorted.

  “It is.” Ty pulled her to him, taking her lips in a sizzling kiss. “That’s not the only thing hard about me.” His hand cupped her butt, bringing her against his length so that his manhood stood rigid between them.

  “I think it’s time we find some place private.” He gave her a quick kiss.

  “I’d like that.”

  “Get your purse,” Ty growled.

  She pulled it out of a drawer then he took her hand and led her out of the office.

  “Where’re we going?” Michelle asked in a breathless voice when they reached her car.

  “Your place. I don’t have one yet. I’ll follow you.”

  Ty didn’t wait for her answer before he stalked off in the direction of the motorcycle parking area. As she drove, Michelle glanced back at Ty, who followed her closely. Was he playing her again? It was one thing to want her, it was another to be around for the long haul. She’d made some changes in her life but the idea of having a special so
meone forever hadn’t altered. Pulling into her spot in front of her condo, she saw Ty take the closest empty one to hers. She’d hardly stepped out of her car before he stood beside her.

  He pulled her close, giving her a blistering kiss that was far too brief. “I’ve missed you. Got to have you.”

  She grinned. “I’m glad to see you too.”

  Ty took her hand and they walked to her door. As she unlocked it he said, “I plan to show you just how much.”

  Heat pooled low in her. She wanted him too.

  They entered and Ty kicked the door closed with his heel. He gathered Michelle into his arms before she could put her purse down.

  “I need you,” he said in a raspy voice, “so much it hurts.” His lips came down to claim hers in a soul-searching kiss. His hands roamed her body as if he was remembering every slope and turn. He pushed at her clothes, the tips of his fingers finding the sensitive skin beneath her camisole.

  Michelle was on fire. All she wanted was to be bare beneath him. Their clothes littered the floor as they slowly walked toward, stumbled to and fell onto her bed.

  “You deserve more than a fast tumble but I can’t wait to have you,” Ty said, his breath hot against her cheek. “I’ve already waited too long.”

  The low rumble of his desire-filled voice increased her need. Michelle opened her legs for him. His manhood came to rest strong and ready at her entrance.

  Ty’s gaze found and held hers. “I love you,” he said as he pushed into her wet, waiting warmth.

  “And I love you.” She encircled his hips with her legs and welcomed him to where he belonged. Ecstasy enveloped her. She’d found her safe haven once more.

  * * *

  Ty reveled in the feel of Michelle’s warm, luscious body nestled beside his. This moment, this woman were what had been missing from his life. He planned never to leave her.

  “I think I’d like you to make love to me again really soon.” She ran a hand over his chest, causing his skin to ripple in reaction.

  He chuckled and caught her hand under one of his. “I think we need to talk first.”

  Michelle twisted so she could meet his look. “Since when are you the practical one?”

  “Since it’s time that I was.”