A Surgeon To Heal Her Heart. Janice Lynn

      “I’m not a stranger,” he clarified, not seeming fazed by her glare.

      No wonder. It wasn’t easy to glare at a gorgeous man smiling and trying to convince you to go to dinner. Maybe he could see right through her, could see that everything female inside her responded to him. Maybe he saw how much she longed for a different set of life circumstances that would mean she could have her mother and a relationship. No matter. That wasn’t the life she’d been given and she wouldn’t bemoan things she had no control over.

      “And, we have eaten together,” he reminded her, his grin full of charm. “In the break room at lunch when I’m lucky enough to catch you there. Plus, we’ve been working together for almost a month. We are not strangers.”

      He made a valid argument, but none of which made any impact on why she couldn’t go to dinner.

      “A whole month since you came to work at Memphis Memorial? Time does fly.” To make her point, she glanced at her watch, then gave him the sternest expression she could muster. “My patient is due his medication and I am going to administer it now. Thank you for the invitation, but my answer is no and won’t change.” She met his gaze. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you reason to think otherwise.”

      He looked ready to say something more, but didn’t attempt to stop her when she moved past him to hightail her way down the hospital-floor hallway.

      No matter. She could feel his gaze as she hurried to escape into her patient’s room and away from the most disconcerting man she’d ever met.

      Tony had sure never gotten her worked up the way Stone had in the month she’d known him.

      One month, four days. That was how long Stone had been at Memphis Memorial.

      Not that she was counting.

      She shouldn’t be aware the man existed outside that he was a doctor at the hospital where she worked.

      But she was aware.

      Too aware.

      With that thought she bit the inside of her lower lip and fought the urge to cry a little. A lot. No matter.

      She had a good life, had her mother, anything beyond that would have to wait for a day she prayed never came.

      * * *

      Stone Parker wasn’t sure how he’d misread what was happening between him and Carly Evans.

      He’d thought they shared a connection, that she felt the spark he felt when he looked at her.

      Today was the most direct conversation they’d had about what was happening, but he’d never tried to hide his interest, and he’d thought it was reciprocated. From the moment he’d met her, he’d gone out of his way to bump into her. She’d been pleasant. Cheerful. Smiling a lot. Had often had a sassy rebuttal to things he’d say. Had she just been being friendly? Polite?

      After hearing her comment today, he had to wonder.

      With her soulful brown eyes that held so much emotion, her silky chestnut hair she kept pulled up in a ponytail, pouty full lips, and almost fragile features, she’d caught his attention his first day at the hospital.

      And held it.

      He enjoyed their conversations, enjoyed sitting with her in the break room while she grabbed a quick lunch.

      Although he’d yet to ask her out due to finishing up his move, settling into his new job and home, working three of the four weekends he’d been in Memphis and having to go home the previous weekend for his parents’ anniversary, he’d planned to see if she was free for the upcoming weekend.

      Not once had he questioned whether or not she’d say yes. He’d swear she was interested, that she enjoyed their light, fun conversations as much as he did.

      Just the previous day, he’d asked her friend Rosalyn about her. Surprisingly, Rosalyn hadn’t been able to tell him much about Carly’s personal life. They’d worked together for five years, Carly didn’t attend any of the hospital’s social functions, rarely talked about family and never about anyone special.

      None of their other co-workers had been able to tell him anything more.

      He was a young healthy man who’d been used to an active social life since his divorce. Staying busy, active, was how he’d kept sane after Stephanie had left him. The fact his social life had been on hiatus from the move and job change was probably why he got so twisted up inside when he looked at Carly.

      Although thinner than his usual taste, she was a beautiful woman, had a great sense of humor, and a quick smile.

      When she smiled, his breath caught.

      Rosalyn was right.

      He had the hots for Carly.

      Although he’d been in several relationships since his divorce, they’d all been light, fun, about mutual pleasure. From the moment he’d met her, Carly had tugged at something deep that made him question the meaningless relationships he moved in and out of with the ease of a broken heart that didn’t allow anything more.

      Memories of the past hit him, freezing him in place and making him question his interest in Carly.

      Was she playing hard to get? Had he misread her? Or was there something more going on?

       CHAPTER TWO

      “SORRY I TOOK so long to bring your medicine,” Carly apologized to the elderly man lying in the hospital bed.

      Although partially dozed off, he wore a thick pair of glasses, along with oxygen tubing and a nasal cannula. He opened his eyes and stared in her direction, blankly at first, then with vague recognition.

      Carly was used to that reaction. Wasn’t it one she saw with increasing frequency from her mother?

      Just as she did at home, Carly pasted on her brightest smile.

      “I don’t need medicine anyway,” the man muttered grumpily and without making eye contact.

      “Your medicine helps keep your heart in rhythm and will help get you out of this place and back home soon.”

      The man snorted. “I don’t have a home.”

      Carly had been taking care of Mr. Taylor for three days, knew his personal history, and understood his frustrations that his family felt he could no longer live alone. With forgetting to eat and frequent falls, he couldn’t.

      “That’s not what your daughter told me when she was visiting yesterday,” Carly reminded him.

      “She lied.”

      Carly handed him the plastic cup that held his pills. “You don’t live with her?”

      He thought a moment, then shook his head. He didn’t say more, just took the medications.

      “Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Taylor?”

      “A new body.”

      Carly smiled. She’d heard that many times over the five years she’d been a nurse.

      “I wish I could,” she admitted. She wished she could do a lot of things when it came to making someone well.

      Especially with her mother’s Parkinson’s and dementia.

      What she wouldn’t do for there to be a cure to such horrific diseases that robbed one of their mind and body.

      She checked his vitals, made sure his nurse-call button was within his reach, and left his room to check on another patient.

      Mrs. Kim. A lovely little lady who’d had a surgically excised abscess on her chest. Due to the amount of infection and her weakened system, she’d been admitted for a few days for intravenous antibiotics to make sure the infection was knocked