Harlequin Special Edition November 2014 - Box Set 2 of 2: The Maverick's Thanksgiving Baby\A Celebration Christmas\Dr. Daddy's Perfect Christmas (18 page)

She kept her eyes on the darkened country road until she reached city limits twenty minutes later and turned down the highway that led to the medical center. She snagged the first parking space she could find and rushed to the E.R. entrance.

Once inside, she told the receptionist to alert Dr. Betsy Nielson of her arrival. It gave her some comfort to know that Dave was under the care of one of the best doctors at BVMC.

After making several visits to the emergency department with Teresa Cummings, Dave's mother, and also with some of the elderly residents at the Sheltering Arms Rest Home, where Chloe had once worked as a nurse's aide, Dr. Betsy Nielson and Chloe had become well acquainted.

Fortunately, within a matter of minutes, Betsy, an attractive redhead wearing a pair of light blue scrubs came out to the waiting room personally to find her. “Thanks for coming in, Chloe.”

“No problem. I'm glad you called. How is he?”

“He's conscious now, but I'm afraid he's not going to be any help. He has amnesia—and no ID.”

“And you think it's Dave?”

“I've never met Teresa's son, so I have no idea what he looks like. But the patient is in his mid- to late-twenties. A tattoo of the marine insignia on his left biceps indicates he is or was in the military. So I made the assumption. Sheriff Hollister is checking into that.”

Chloe hadn't heard from Dave in months—not since she'd had to take a direct approach and tell him that a couple of shared dinners in the hospital cafeteria didn't mean they were altar-bound. She'd felt badly about hurting him, especially with him being so far from home, but each letter he'd sent her from Afghanistan had included more and more marriage plans. And she'd needed to make it clear that she only wanted to be friends.

“How badly is he hurt?” Chloe asked. “Is he going to be okay?”

“He's bruised, with cuts and lacerations. But there aren't any broken bones. His most serious injury appears to be a concussion.”

“Where did it happen?”

“On the highway outside the Stagecoach Inn.”

Chloe had worked at the honky-tonk for a while, hoping to earn some spare cash so she could go back to nursing school once Dave got back home and was able to run the ranch himself. But she'd never liked getting involved in confrontations and tried to avoid them at all costs. Needless to say, she'd gotten tired of having to put some of the rowdier patrons in their places as the night wore on. So she'd quit last month.

“Did anyone inside the Stagecoach Inn know who he was? I mean, Dave wasn't much of a drinker—unless that changed while he was deployed.” Had he stopped by the bar to look for her? He hadn't liked the idea of her working there, but since he'd quit writing to her and her last letter to him had been returned, he might not know that she'd quit.

“From what I understand,” Betsy said, “he might have gone inside, but he never ordered a drink.”

“So what happened? How'd he get hit by a car?”

“The sheriff's department is still investigating, so I'm not entirely sure. Apparently he was on foot. A bystander heard the squealing wheels and the thud, but only caught sight of the taillights of the vehicle. She called 9-1-1, and he was rushed to the hospital. But because he has no wallet, the only clue to his identity was the letter he was carrying.”

“The letter?”

“Apparently it was written by Dave Cummings and addressed to you. That's why I called the ranch and wanted you to give us a positive ID.”

“Where is he?” Chloe asked. “Can I see him?”

“Of course. Come with me.”

The doctor led Chloe through the E.R. door and along a maze of exam rooms until she reached a small area just off the nurses' station and slowed to a stop. “He's right here.” She pulled the curtain back.

But when Chloe spotted the man lying in bed and took in his dark hair—clipped short but not in the customary military high and tight—as well as his olive complexion and square cut jaw, she froze in her tracks. His eyes were closed, and he had a couple of scrapes on a notably handsome face.

While she'd like to be of help to the doctor, she realized that she wouldn't be. “I'm sorry, Betsy, but that's not Dave Cummings.”

“Do you know who he is?”

“I've never seen him before.” She certainly would have remembered if she had. Even asleep and with bumps and bruises, the man definitely aroused a woman's soul and would leave a lasting impression.

Upon hearing their voices, he stirred. When his eyes opened, her breath caught at the sight of their stunning sky-blue color.

He zeroed in on her, and his brow furrowed. “Who are you?”

“My name's Chloe Dawson. You had a letter addressed to me.”

He merely studied her, his gaze laced with confusion.

“Do you know Dave Cummings?” she asked.

“I suppose I should, since they tell me that's who wrote the letter I had in my pocket. But the name doesn't ring a bell.” He reached up and stroked his head, massaging the temple.

“You could be one of Dave's friends,” Chloe said. “I'd have to ask him, but I'm not sure how to get in touch with him. He was in Afghanistan the last I heard, although he could be back in the States now.”

The handsome but wounded marine looked at the doctor, then back to Chloe. “Apparently, my brains were scrambled in that accident. And the pain medication the nurse gave me is really kicking in.”

“Good,” Betsy said. “Maybe you'll wake up fresh in the morning and remember who you are and what you're doing in Brighton Valley.”

“About that letter that was addressed to me,” Chloe said. “I'd like to see it. To be honest, I haven't heard from Dave in months, and I've been worried about him.”

“I don't have it. The paramedics told me about it when they brought him in. From what I understand, the sheriff is using it as part of his investigation.”

“You mean he thinks that letter may give him a clue as to who the driver was?” Chloe asked. “That doesn't make sense.”

“It was probably just a random hit-and-run. But they want to rule out any criminal motivation.”

Chloe stiffened. Had there been a crime committed? Had the handsome G.I. Doe done something illegal?

As if sensing Chloe's concern, Dr. Nielson placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. Sheriff Hollister used to be a detective with the Houston Police Department, so he's just being thorough. He's going to check with any witnesses or people working at any of the nearby businesses. He'll get to the bottom of this—probably by morning, if not sooner.”

Chloe hoped so. She couldn't imagine how the poor guy must feel—injured, alone, confused.

“If the letter doesn't give us a clue to his identity,” Chloe said, “it might let us know where we can find Dave. He ought to be able to shed some light on the problem.”

“So I take it I'm the problem you're trying to solve,” the handsome marine said. “That's a little unsettling.”

“I didn't mean to imply that.” Chloe eased closer to the bed. “Besides, I'd think that you'd want to get to the bottom of this.”

“To say the least.” G.I. Doe blew out a weary sigh. “So how do you know that guy—Dave Cummings?”

“I'm a family friend. I live on his ranch and have been house-sitting until he comes home. That's all.”

Betsy glanced at the chart in her hand, then back to Chloe. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to complete the paperwork to have him admitted for the night.”

“All right. But under the circumstances—and assuming that he's a friend of Dave's—will you make a note of my name and number in his paperwork? I'd like to be kept informed about his condition.”

The doctor addressed her injured patient. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“As long as you don't list her as next of kin, I'm okay with it.”

“Why would it bother you to think that I was related to you?” Chloe asked.

A slow grin stretched across his face. “Because you're too damn pretty. If we were related by blood, I'd have to fight the guys off you—rather than fight to be at the top of your consideration list.”

“Would you, now.” So G.I. Doe was not only handsome, but a flirt. She glanced at his left hand, checking for a ring and not finding one.

Not that it mattered if he was already taken. She had enough on her plate these days without stressing over a romance.

Still, he was more than a little attractive, even in his injured state. But she wouldn't think about that now. The important thing was that he was her only link to Dave. And until Dave came home and could take over the ranch, Chloe was stuck in limbo and unable to get on with the future she had planned.

Copyright © 2014 by Judy Duarte

ISBN-13: 9781460341889

The Maverick's Thanksgiving Baby

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THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL

Lily Palmer is in for the Christmas of a lifetime! When the nanny signs up to watch Dr. Cullen Dunlevy's four foster kids, she's got her hands full. The Thomas clan is the most mischievous group of youngsters she's ever had to wrangle, but Lily loves the job. After all, what girl
wouldn't
adore spending the holidays with a warmhearted new family—and their irresistibly handsome foster dad?

Cullen doesn't mind Christmas, but his Scrooge-like facade is there for a reason—to protect himself. His tough childhood caused him to hide behind his work and avoid entanglements at all costs. That includes avoiding falling for the deliciously tempting new nanny that Santa left for him this year…

Lily Palmer's To-Do List

—Get Dr. Cullen Dunlevy's house—and foster kids—under control

—Stop the children from creating “potions” in the bathroom and putting rubber snakes in my candy

—Bake Christmas cookies together—as a family

—Stop thinking about Cullen's—I mean,
Dr. Dunlevy's
—sexy dimples…and how cute he is with his children

—Hang the mistletoe—right where Cullen can see it…

—Decorate the tree with the kids to create the best holiday ever

—Have a forever family with the man—and family—of my dreams…

* * *

CELEBRATIONS, INC.: Let's get this party started!

Dear Reader,

The Sound of Music
has always
been one of my favorite movies. I saw it for the first time when I was about
four years old, and I make a point to watch it at least once a year. I never
tire of watching Captain Von Trapp and Maria fall in love. In fact, the movie
inspired the story
A Celebration Christmas.

What's better than witnessing a strong woman and a gaggle of
kids teach a gruff alpha male about the power of love? In
A
Celebration Christmas,
Lily Palmer helps Dr. Cullen Dunlevy realize
that not only is falling in love not a weakness, but that it's also the ultimate
strength. In return, Lily finds the family for which she's been longing.

I hope you enjoy reading
A Celebration
Christmas
as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please drop me a line at
[email protected]
and let me know what you
think.

Warmly,
Nancy Robards Thompson

A CELEBRATION CHRISTMAS

Nancy Robards Thompson