Luke. Jill Shalvis

      

      “It’s just lust,” Faith gasped when they came up for air

      “Are you sure?” Suddenly—shockingly—Luke wasn’t sure himself.

      “Extremely. Lust is just a bodily function, right? So…we deal with it.”

      “Are you trying to say we should have sex?” he asked, incredulous.

      “Well, not here,” Faith said. They were in a storage closet. At the clinic. With patients just down the hall. “But after work. Just on the Saturdays you’re still honor bound to give me.”

      “What about after that?”

      “Well, you’d just have to let me go. I’m sorry, Luke, but like we said, we’re just too different.”

      Luke should’ve been doing the happy dance. But he didn’t feel like dancing. “Faith, you deserve more than that.”

      “It’s what I want.” She arched, letting her tight, hot nipples rub against his chest. “Are you going to turn me down, Luke?”

      The thought made him want to cry. “No. Definitely, no…”

      Dear Reader,

      I think a bigger-than-life hero is fun to read about—there’s something so inherently sexy about him. I’m hoping you think so, too, as Dr. Luke Walker is both bigger than life and extremely sexy. He’s certainly sure of himself…maybe more than any other hero I’ve ever written. He’s a black-and-white kind of guy—no middle ground for our Dr. Luke. So it was fun letting Faith McDowell have her way with him and show him all that gray in between.

      And getting to do this miniseries with Lori Foster (Riley, June 2003, Temptation #930) and Donna Kauffman (Sean, July 2003, Temptation #934)…talk about exciting! I hope you enjoy our AMERICAN HEROES, readers!

      Happy reading,

      Jill Shalvis

      P.S. Be sure to visit me at my Web site, www.jillshalvis.com.

      Luke

      Jill Shalvis

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Lori Foster and Donna Kauffman,

      for graciously sharing their readers with me.

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Epilogue

      1

      THE TWO NEARLY NAKED WOMEN frolicked in the waves only yards away and Luke Walker yawned. Yawned.

      Oh, definitely, he was on the edge of burnout. On the edge and skating on thin ground. Behind him stood his home on the Malibu bluffs. In front of him were the bikini babes.

      And inside him…exhaustion. Actually, he was far beyond exhaustion and heading straight for brain dead, but who was keeping track?

      Unfortunately, even sleep couldn’t help him, not today, not when every time he closed his eyes, he transported himself back.

      Blood soaking his hands, splattering across his scrubs as he knelt on the moving gurney next to the far-too-still six-year-old boy. Orderlies racing them down the hallway towards surgery as Luke barked orders, held the boy’s wound shut and prayed to a God he wasn’t sure could hear him.

      “So why aren’t you down there frolicking with the babes?”

      At the heavily Spanish accented voice, Luke groaned and opened his eyes. Carmen DeCosta took great pleasure in thinking she knew him well enough to boss him around. She stood there with her hands on her ample hips, waiting for an answer.

      Was everyone going to give him that bug-on-a-slide look today? “Don’t go there,” he warned. “I’m trying to take a breather here.”

      “Good. You don’t do that enough.” With a spryness that belied her chunkiness, the dark-haired, dark-skinned—or should he say thick-skinned—woman dropped to the sand next to him, apparently taking a break from her duties cleaning his house to offer him her opinions on his life. Nothing new. She liked to boss him around. She liked to fuss over him as well, and he knew she thought of herself as a surrogate mother since his own was gone.

      But he didn’t need one. Actually, he’d never needed one. And yet somehow he’d never managed to convince her of that.

      He looked out at the pounding surf, at the ridiculous bikinied beach babes, and saw nothing but Dr. Leo Atkinson from South Village Medical Center frowning at him. Luke was head of the E.R., but Leo was head of surgery. He was also director of all the various department heads. So while technically they were peers, Leo, sitting on the hospital board and also town council, had far more power. Which was fine with Luke, who just wanted to be left alone to heal people, not navigate the bullshit, ass-kissing waters that was hospital politics.

      You went too far, Luke, Leo had said. You’re a marketing nightmare, and now, unfortunately, something has to be done or you won’t be named E.R. Head again in this century.

      He was referring, of course, to when Luke had let out a statement regarding the idiocracy of the bureaucrats running their hospital after he’d learned they’d helped fund Healing Waters Clinic, a place where conventional medicine wasn’t even practiced.

      The comment had been leaked to the press, who’d gleefully reported it in the Los Angeles Times and The South Village Press, among others. The fallout had been immediate. The owner of the clinic had called the hospital board, who’d gone to Leo, who’d gone to Luke.

      Fix it. Retract the statement.

      Not that easy. To Luke things were black and white. Give him a medical emergency and he could either fix it or not. Mostly he could.

      No gray areas, no middle ground.

      But Healing Waters Clinic…They worked in that gray area with aromatherapy, massage therapy, acupressure…yoga.

      That the board funded such a place when the hospital turned away patients who couldn’t pay, patients who legitimately needed their help, was asinine.

      In his humble opinion.

      Which wasn’t so humble, apparently. He was going to be punished for his outburst. In the worst way possible.

      “It’s just the way it is,” Leo had said in only slight apology. “You’re amazing with your patients, but when it comes to everyone else—the board, your staff, everyone—they say you’re a nightmare, and even I have to agree. You’ve got to learn to soften your approach, Luke, or good as you are, you’re going to get your walking papers. In light of that, you’re going to volunteer your services at the Healing Waters Clinic every Saturday for three months.”

      Luke had stared at him for one full moment. “Why don’t you just take away my license,” he’d finally said. “It would be less painful.”

      Leo had laughed over that, then slapped him on the back. “Enjoy it, Luke. This is your last chance to prove you’re a team player.”

      A team player. Woo hoo, his biggest goal. Not. He glowered at the ocean, brooding.

      “Nice view.” Carmen nodded to the bikini crowd.

      He