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Someone laughed. “Sounds like love to me. I’ll bet he’s married. All the good-looking men are married. This one’s sure built. Did you check out the goods, Annie?”

“I hope our patient is sleeping.”

“Not yet,” a male voice said. “But he isn’t going to remember anything.”

“Where’s the assist?”

“Scrubbing.”

There seemed to be a party going on. Theo thought there were at least twenty or thirty people in the room with him. Why was it so damned cold? And who was making all the clatter? He was thirsty. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton. Maybe he ought to go get a drink. Yeah, that’s what he would do.

“Where’s Dr. Cooper?”

“Probably passed out in the dessert by now.” Blue Eyes answered the question. Theo loved the sound of her voice. It was so damned sexy.

“So you saw Cooper at the party?”

“Uh-huh,” Blue Eyes answered. “He wasn’t on call tonight. He works hard. It was nice to see him having a good time. Mary Ann’s probably having a great time too.”

“You.” Theo struggled to get the word out. Still, he’d gotten her attention because when he opened his eyes, she was leaning over him, blocking out the glaring light above him.

“It’s time for you to go to sleep, Mr. Buchanan.”

“He’s fighting it.”

“What…” Theo began.

“Yes?”

“What do you want from me?”

The man hiding behind him answered. “Mike wants your appendix, Mr. Buchanan.”

It sounded good to him. He was always happy to accommodate a beautiful woman. “Okay,” he whispered. “It’s in my wallet.”

“We’re ready.”

“It’s about time,” the man said.

Theo heard the chair squeak behind him, then the stranger’s voice telling him to take deep breaths. Theo finally figured out who the man behind him was. Damn if it wasn’t Willie Nelson, and he was singing to him, something about Blue Eyes cryin’ in the rain.

It was one hell of a party.

Theo slept through recovery. When he awoke the following morning, he was in a hospital bed. The side rails were up, and he was hooked to an IV. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. What the hell had happened to him? He couldn’t remember.

It was past ten o’clock when he opened his eyes again. She was there, standing beside the bed, pulling the sheets up around his waist. Blue Eyes. He hadn’t imagined her after all.

She looked different today. She was still dressed in surgical scrubs, but her hair wasn’t hidden underneath a cap. It was down around her shoulders, and the color was a deep, rich auburn.

She was much prettier than he remembered.

She noticed he was awake. “Good morning. How are you feeling? Still a little drowsy?”

He struggled to sit up. She reached for the controls and pushed a button. The bed slowly rose. Theo felt a tugging in his side and a mild stinging sensation.

“Tell me when.”

“That’s good,” he said. “Thanks.”

She picked up his chart and started writing while he blatantly stared at her. He felt vulnerable and awkward sitting in bed in a hospital gown. He couldn’t think of anything clever to say to her. For the first time in his life he wanted to be charming, but he didn’t have the faintest idea how to go about it. He was a die-hard workaholic, and there simply wasn’t room for social graces in his life.

“Do you remember what happened last night?” she asked, glancing up from her notes.

“I had surgery.”

“Yes. Your appendix was removed. Another fifteen minutes and you definitely would have ruptured.”

“I remember bits and pieces. What happened to your eye?”

She smiled as she started writing in his chart again. “I didn’t duck fast enough.”

“Who are you?”

“Dr. Renard.”

“Mike?”

“Excuse me?”

“Someone called you Mike.”

Michelle closed the folder, put the lid back on her ink pen, and tucked it into her pocket. She gave him her full attention. The surgical nurses were right. Theo Buchanan was gorgeous … and sexy as hell. But none of that should matter. She was his physician, nothing more, nothing less, yet she couldn’t help reacting to him as any woman naturally would react to such a fit specimen. His hair was sticking up and he needed a shave, but he was still sexy. There wasn’t anything wrong with her noticing that… unless, of course, he noticed her noticing.

“You just asked me a question, didn’t you?” She drew a blank.

He could tell he’d rattled her, but he didn’t know why. “I heard someone call you Mike.”

She nodded. “Yes. The staff calls me Mike. It’s short for Michelle.”

“Michelle’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you.”

It was all coming back to Theo now. He was at a party, and there was this beautiful woman in a slinky black evening gown. She was breathtaking. He remembered that. She had killer blue eyes and Willie Nelson was with her. He was singing. No, that couldn’t be right. Obviously, his head hadn’t quite cleared yet.

“You were talking to me … after the surgery,” he said.

“In recovery. Yes,” she agreed. “But you were doing most of the talking.” She was smiling again. “And by the way, the answer’s no. I won’t marry you.”

He smiled, sure she was joking. “I don’t remember being in pre-op. I remember the pain though. It hurt like a son of a …”

“I’m sure it did.”

“You did the surgery, didn’t you? I didn’t imagine that?”

“Yes, I did the surgery.”

She was backing out of the room. He didn’t want her to leave just yet. He wanted to find out more about her. “You don’t look old enough to be a surgeon.” Stupid, he thought, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment.

“I hear that a lot.”

“You look like you should be in college.” That statement, he decided, was worse than stupid.

She couldn’t resist. “High school, actually. They let me operate for extra credit.”

“Very funny.”

“Dr. Renard? May I interrupt?” A male aide was standing in the hallway, shifting a large cardboard box under his arm.

“Yes, Bobby?”

“Dr. Cooper filled this box with medical supplies from his office for your clinic,” the young man said. “What do you want me to do with it? Dr. Cooper left it at the nurses’ station, but they wanted it moved. It was in the way.”

“Would you mind taking it down to my locker?”

“It’s too big, Dr. Renard. It won’t fit. It isn’t heavy, though. I could carry it out to your car.”

“My father has the car,” she said. She glanced around, then looked at Theo. “Would you mind if Bobby left my box here? My father will carry it down to the car for me just as soon as he arrives.”

“I don’t mind,” Theo said.

“I won’t be seeing you again. I’m going home today, but don’t worry. You’re in good hands. Dr. Cooper’s Chief of Surgery here at Brethren, and he’ll take good care of you.”

“Where’s home?”

“In the swamp.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No,” she said. She smiled again, and he noticed the little dimple in her left cheek. “Home is a little town that’s pretty much surrounded by swamp, and I can’t wait to get back there.”

“Homesick?”

“Yes, I am,” she admitted. “I’m a small-town girl at heart. It isn’t a very glamorous life, and that’s what I like about it.”

“You like living in the swamp.” It was a statement, not a question, but she responded anyway.

“You sound shocked.”

“No, just surprised.”

“You’re from a big, sprawling city, so you’d probably hate it.”

“Why do you say that?”

She shrugged. “You seem too … sophisticated.”

He didn’t know if that was a compliment or a criticism. “Sometimes you can’t go home. I think I read that in a
book once. Besides, you look like a New Orleans kind of woman to me.”

“I love New Orleans. It’s a wonderful place to come for dinner.”

“But it won’t ever be home.”

“No.”

“So, are you the town doctor?”

“One of several,” she said. “I’m opening a clinic there. It’s not very fancy, but there’s a real need. So many of the people don’t have the resources to get regular medical care.”

“Sounds like they’re very lucky to have you.”

She shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m the lucky one.” Then she laughed. “That sounded saintly, didn’t it? I am the lucky one, though. The people are wonderful, at least I think they are, and they give me far more than I can give them.” When she spoke, her whole face lit up. “You know what I’m going to like best?”

“What’s that?”

“No games. For the most part, they’re honest, ordinary people trying to scrape a living together. They don’t waste a lot of time on foolishness.”

“So, everyone loves everyone else?” He scoffed at the notion.

“No, of course not,” she replied. “But I’ll know my enemies. They won’t sneak up behind me and blindside me. It isn’t their style.” She smiled again. “They’ll get right in my face, and I’m going to like that. Like I said, no games. After the residency I just finished, that’s going to be a refreshing change.”

“You won’t miss the big beautiful office and all the trappings?”

“Not really. There are rewards other than money. Oh sure, it would be great to have the supplies and equipment we need, but we’ll make do. I’ve spent a lot of years getting ready for this … besides, I made a promise.”

He kept asking her questions to keep her talking. He was interested in hearing about her town but not nearly as much as he was fascinated with her expressions. There were such passion and joy in her voice, and her eyes sparkled as she talked about her family and friends and the good she hoped she could do.

She reminded him of how he had felt about life when he had first started practicing the law, before he’d become so cynical. He too had wanted to change the world, to make it a better place. Rebecca had changed all that. Looking back, he realized he had failed miserably.

“I’ve worn you out, going on and on about my hometown. I’ll let you rest now,” she said.

“When can I get out of here?”

“That’s Dr. Cooper’s call, but if it were up to me, I’d keep you another night. You had quite a nasty infection. You need to take it easy for a couple of weeks, and don’t forget to take your antibiotics. Good luck, Theo.”

And then she was gone, and he’d lost the only chance he had to find out more about her. He didn’t even know where her home was. He fell asleep trying to figure out a way to see her again.

JULIE GARWOOD
is the author of seventeen
New York Times
bestsellers, including
Mercy, Heartbreaker, Ransom
,
and
Come the Spring.
There are more than thirty
million copies of her books in print.

This book is a work of historical fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents relating to nonhistorical figures are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance of such incidents, places, or figures to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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