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Pisces Megan experiences burnout. Her third witnessed death on the Oncology Unit in a week is too much for her to handle. Going to her apartment and being alone isn't to her taste. Of all the Grantley Gang, she is the only one not married. She tries to resign from the hospital and is persuaded to take a month of her accumulated vacation time first. Avoiding her five friends, Megan rushes from town, not knowing or caring where she is going. Escaping the ghosts of the dead is her primary goal. During a blinding snowstorm, she crashes into the life of Dave Malloy MD.
Dave is a Virgo a traveling doctor going from assignment to assignment over the country. He's decided two things. One is to settle and gather moss. The other is to find his sister lost years ago when they were sent to two different foster homes. He has found her and vows to rescue her from an abusive situation. When Megan lands against a tree at the house where he is staying, he finds her very attractive. But can he act on this attraction when he must care for her after the accident and his decision she is a patient?
Together, they must find his sister and hope they aren't too late.
Megan groaned. Her head throbbed and her body ached. Had the immovable object stepped into her path? What had happened? She sought to gather the fragmented memories and failed.
Large hands clasped hers. A deep voice called her miss. Was she? A thought converged. She was the only one not married. The voice called for her to wake up. Why? She feared opening her eyes to find the man wasn’t real.
She freed her hands and ran them along arms that seemed real. So did the shoulders. As she tried to sit up, she pulled him toward her. Her lips touched his. He was real. Was he hers?
His kiss synched with hers. His tongue slid over her opened mouth. Tongues touched, tangled and explored. Her body vibrated with sensations both familiar and new. Had she found her destiny? He pulled back.
Megan found her voice. “Are you my Valentine?”
He eased her back onto soft pillows. “Just your rescuer. I’m sorry the motion sensor light caused you to lose control of the car.”
Megan gingerly touched the sore spot on her head and found a hematoma. “Accident?”
His dark eyes held concern. “You chose a bad day to travel. The snow came fast and heavy. I think you were pulling into the driveway. The light flashed. You lost control and plowed into an oak. I pulled you from the wreck.”
Her mind refused to focus on what he said. She really wanted to know who he was. She stared at her dream come true. Dark hair, dark eyes and muscles. The ache in her head cried for relief. “Concussion?”
“How long was I out?”
“Do you think there’s a skull fracture? Do I need medical help?”