Ny Doc Under The Northern Lights. Amy Ruttan

died Dr. Sturlusson had sent Betty a card, expressing his condolences and offering her the chance to work for three months in Reykjavik, whenever she wanted.

      As her father had done before her.

      She had put it off for a long time, but now she was glad to go.

      Her ex, Thomas, had married the woman he had cheated on Betty with, and so Betty was definitely overdue for a change of scenery.

      Out of sight and out of mind!

      She should have left ages ago, but she didn’t want Thomas and his newfound bliss to drive her away from her work. The problem was, if she didn’t go, then he would always have a hold on her.

      Thomas had been her Attending when she was a resident. He’d been there for her when her father died. He’d taught her everything she knew. And she’d thought he’d loved her.

      Then she’d found out he’d been seeing someone else. She’d broken it off but Thomas had still been her boss, still overseeing all her surgeries. She’d been stuck in a destructive cycle, her heart broken, her father gone and just paralyzed by self-doubt.

      Thomas had used her.

      She was a fool.

      Yet, as she searched the airport, not understanding a word over the PA system, she wondered if she was an idiot for dropping her work in New York at one of the most prestigious hospitals on the eastern seaboard, to come to Reykjavik.

       No. This is good. Then you won’t have to face Thomas right after his marriage to Susan.

      She glanced at the big windows and saw a vast, flat nothing and that nothing was covered with white. What had she gotten herself into? She wasn’t even sure what day it was. Was it Tuesday, yeah it must be Tuesday.

      She could always turn around and go back to Manhattan. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No, there was no way she could head back. There was no one to go back to. Her father was gone and he’d been her only family. There was nothing left for her there except her job.

      A job under Thomas’s thumb.

      She bit back the tears stinging her eyes. She could do this. She would just have to hire a car and figure out how to drive herself into Reykjavik and the small vacation home she’d rented. Dr. Sturlusson didn’t seem the type to leave her high and dry, but perhaps something unavoidable had happened and he hadn’t been able to contact her.

      She should’ve told him not to bother picking her up and she should’ve gone with the car-rental plan in the first place.

      Betty glanced up at the signs overhead, trying to figure out where to go to rent a car when she saw something move out of the corner of her eye.

      She looked over her shoulder and her mouth hung open a little as an over-six-foot Viking of a man came marching toward her. Quickly.

      His eyes were trained on her and her knees instinctively weakened, because even from a distance there was an air of command about him. His hair was a dark blond and he had an athletic build. She was pretty sure that he could easily pick her up and toss her a long distance, despite the fact that she was pretty tall herself at five feet nine.

      He stopped a few feet from her, those piercing blue eyes settling on her as his gazed briefly raked over her form, assessing her. It sent a shiver down her spine, but not one of fear. His assessment of her was something else, something almost sensual. He didn’t smile, his lips pressed together firmly, his strong jaw clenched.

      She knew from his posture that he wasn’t happy about being here and that got her back up a bit. Why was this stranger staring at her with annoyance? It wasn’t as if she were blocking his way, but then again maybe most people made more of an effort to get as far out of his way as possible.

      Betty narrowed her eyes and stared back at him, holding her ground.

      “Dr. Jacinth?” he asked, almost in disbelief, his voice deep and rumbling.

      “Yes. And who might you be?”

      “Dr. Sturlusson,” he snapped back in annoyance. “I thought that would be obvious.”

      “No, it’s not obvious. I’ve seen Dr. Sturlusson and he’s at least seventy. Are you telling me you’re seventy?”

      He rolled his eyes. “You mean my father. I am Dr. Axel Sturlusson, his son.”

      “I see. I thought your father was meant to pick me up.”

      “He was, but something came up and I’ve come to collect you.” He sounded annoyed by the prospect of taking her into the city.

      “Well, if it’s too much trouble I can rent a car and drive myself. I wouldn’t want to burden you.”

      “I am here now and you will come with me.”

      It wasn’t ‘will you come with me?’ It was you will come with me and that irked her even more. Dr. Sturlusson was pleasant and polite. His son Axel was a bit of an arrogant jerk.

      She should argue with him further, but truth be told she was tired and she was glad to not have to drive.

      “Fine,” she said. “Lead the way.”

      He looked down at her shoes. “You do know this is Iceland in winter?”

      “I’m aware.”

      “You’re wearing ridiculous heels.”

      She glanced down at her boots. “They’re boots.”

      “It’s icy outside,” he stated gruffly.

      “Oh, I’m surprised to hear that a place called Iceland is icy,” she snapped back. She was too tired to be bandying words about with a gigantic behemoth of a Viking in the middle of the airport.

      His eyes narrowed. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”

      “And I don’t appreciate your tone, either. I assure you, if I can navigate the likes of Manhattan during rush hour I can get myself to Reykjavik intact.”

      A small smile flitted at the corner of his mouth and there was a sudden twinkle in his eyes. “Is that so?”

      “It is. And I can do all that in heels.”

      He was openly amused. “Well, my apologies, then, but since I am here already perhaps you’ll let me drive you anyways?”

      “Thank you.”

      Axel held out his arm, gesturing in the direction to the terminal doors, and she followed him, pulling her suitcase behind her. She was very aware of the sound of her heels against the airport floor, but she wasn’t going to back down to Axel Sturlusson. She hadn’t got where she was as a surgeon by backing down. She’d learned how to stand her ground.

      Except when it came to Thomas. She’d let Thomas walk all over her and she hated herself for that.

      They stepped outside and she was met with a blast of cold, icy air completely foreign to the temperatures she was used to in Manhattan and back home in Tennessee. Her teeth chattered.

      Axel turned. “You stay here and I’ll pull the car up.”

      Betty nodded. She wasn’t going to argue as she opened up her carry-on bag and dug out an ugly knitted cap and the matching mitts she’d bought at an outdoor store. Fashion be damned, she was freezing her keister off.

      It wasn’t long before his SUV pulled up and he got out. In a couple of strides he was beside her, picking up her suitcase and her carry-on and stowing them in the back.

      Betty took a step toward the car, but her ankle twisted and she lost her balance.

      Before she could hit the cold, unforgiving ground, two strong arms came around her, holding her gently. She looked up into Axel’s startling blue eyes. She’d thought they were darker, but up close she could see how deep a blue they were.

      And her heart