The Er's Newest Dad. Janice Lynn

       Dear Reader

      Sometimes a person comes into our lives that we just can’t forget, no matter how long or hard we try. For Dr Ross Lane that person is Nurse Brielle Winton. Brielle was Ross’s girlfriend for several years, but when their relationship turned rocky and he was offered a prestigious internship in another state he ended things and took off for greener pastures.

      But sometimes there’s no leaving the past behind. Five years later Ross needs to know once and for all if Brielle is all that his memory makes her out to be and if he made a mistake in walking away.

      Despite the chemistry still alive between them, apparently she isn’t haunted by the past the way he is. But, having seen her again, Ross knows she is the one for him, and he’s determined to win her forgiveness and give her the happily-ever-after she deserves.

      I hope you enjoy Ross and Brielle’s story, and the return to Bean’s Creek, North Carolina. You can visit me at www.janicelynn.net or on Facebook to catch up on my latest news.

      Happy reading!

       Janice

      About the Author

      JANICE LYNN has a Masters in Nursing from Vanderbilt University, and works as a nurse practitioner in a family practice. She lives in the southern United States with her husband, their four children, their Jack Russell—appropriately named Trouble—and a lot of unnamed dust bunnies that have moved in since she started her writing career.

      To find out more about Janice and her writing visit www.janicelynn.com

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      Janice Lynn

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      I wrote this book while my mentor, dear friend,

      and the greatest doctor I’ve ever known battled cancer.

      While I was working on revisions he lost that battle.

      My very first Medical Romance™ was in dedication to

      him, because he was a real-life hero

      and someone I loved like a second father.

      This book is in loving memory

      of Dr Leon Lovon Reuhland. I will miss you.

      CHAPTER ONE

      ROSS LANE HAD messed up big-time.

      Every time his gaze settled on the petite blonde nurse in Bay Two the message reverberated louder and louder through his skull, pounding like the worst of headaches.

      Idiot.

      Fool.

      Stupid.

      Oh, yeah, he’d messed up big time five years ago.

      Lately, not a day went by that he didn’t wonder what his life would be like had he stuck around and been the man Brielle Winton had wanted him to be.

      Funny how time changed one’s perspective, one’s priorities.

      He leaned back against the emergency room nurses’ station, pretending to read the hospital newsletter someone had handed him moments before. In actuality, he soaked in every detail of the woman he had never been able to forget.

      Beautiful as ever, she smiled at the elderly gentleman she was hooking to telemetry. Dimples dotted the corners of her lush mouth, tugging at past memories and something deep in his chest. She went about her job efficiently, smiling often, speaking in a soft, soothing tone, completely unaware that he couldn’t drag his gaze from her, that tension crackled from his every pore.

      She was so close.

      Yet never had she felt so far away.

      How could he have walked away and broken her heart?

      How could he have believed that out of sight would mean out of mind?

      How could he have believed she would forgive him if he showed up out of the blue five years down the road from when they’d once been inseparable and he’d stupidly thrown away what they’d shared?

      She looked up, her brown gaze meeting his with an intensity that jackhammered the pounding in his head.

      Her friendly smile morphed into an agitated scowl. Shooting a quick glare that told him exactly where she wanted him to go, she turned her attention back to the frail gentleman lying on the emergency room hospital bed. Her expression was immediately pleasant for her patient’s benefit, her smile so potent he was shocked the man’s heart monitor didn’t go haywire.

      Brielle had no smiles for him.

      Not a single one.

      She barely spoke to him and never when it wasn’t patient related.

      He didn’t blame her. He couldn’t. Not when almost everything that had gone wrong in their relationship had been his fault.

      Almost everything, but not all.

      They’d both made mistakes. His had just been bigger.

      Much bigger.

      Huge.

      Super-sized.

      Pulsating pain stabbed his temple, making him wince.

      Letting Brielle go really was his biggest regret. The one thing he couldn’t get over no matter how many successes he achieved, no matter how much time passed. When he closed his eyes, she was who filled his mind, who he longed to wrap his arms around and hold close, who he wanted to share those successes with.

      Five years had passed since he’d touched Brielle, but he hadn’t forgotten one thing. Not the sound of her laughter or the feel of her hand clasped within his. Not the way she looked upon first waking or the way that no matter how tired she’d been she’d always had a special smile just for him.

      If he’d been haunted before, his memories had escalated to torment when he’d bumped into her older brother at a medical convention. He’d known within minutes of seeing Vann that he would go to Brielle. He’d had to know if his memory played tricks on him, making the recollection of her more than the reality had ever been.

      Although he had brought her up a couple of times during conversations, his former friend had barely commented on his sister, had managed to change the subject each and every time Ross had mentioned her.

      Actually, Vann hadn’t said much of anything about Brielle since the night he’d broken Ross’s nose. That night Vann had said plenty. Lots. Mostly about how Ross had better never set foot near his sister again or he would do more than bloody his nose.

      Ross hadn’t fought back. He’d taken Vann’s punch, figured he deserved the