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BLURB:
Michael West MD has a five year plan before he can consider making a commitment. He’s happy dating women who have no desire for a long-term affair. Encountering Zelda, the pest, the menace, the little girl next door who has impacted his life makes him want to run. She managed to ruin his senior prom and sent several of his dates running. Now she’s grown and the nurse manager of the surgical unit where he will see her every day. What’s a doctor to do but run?
Zelda has loved Michael for year. She knows of the odd accidents her presence has caused him. After an encounter in the condo swimming pool, the accidents become hers but she refuses to give up her quest. The problem is his dating system. He seems to be on an alphabetical quest. He’s just met G and she’s Z. Can she find a way to turn his thoughts to her or must she give up her pursuit?
EXCERPT:
The mob of creatures waved signs
and circled him, leaving no room for escape. No matter how he turned, he saw
another sign.
College debts. Medical school loans. Maxed
credit cards. Condo rental. Car repairs. Money for his dream house and dream
life.
A deep voice roared. His father? “You must
pay the debts. You must pay the debts.”
The squeaky voices of the creatures added to
the cacophony. They twisted the ends of their Dali-like mustaches.
From a distance, his mother’s voice cried
her own demands. “Michael, when will I see grandchildren? You know how badly I
want little ones to hug.”
Help! The word remained frozen.
* * *
Michael West bolted upright and stared at the clock. Almost seven. He
rubbed his eyes. Not the weekend. Not his city walk-up, where he’d collapsed
after a day in surgery and a night on call. He would be late for his first day
as junior partner of Grandvue
Hospital
As he showered, remnants of the nightmare circled in his thoughts.
“Sorry, Mom,” he whispered. “No grandchildren for years.” Until the mountain of
debts became a molehill he couldn’t take a wife.
With a towel around his waist, he shaved and charged into the bedroom. In
five years he could recycle those debts. Then he would be ready to give the
woman he selected the things he believed she deserved. He dressed in new gray
slacks, a starched white shirt, tie, and a black summer weight jacket, grabbed
his medical bag and strode from the apartment to his car.
Though he wished for time to eat a hearty breakfast, on the way to the
hospital, he stopped at a deli for an egg and cheese bagel and a huge coffee.
Ten minutes later, he sat in the doctor’s parking lot and ate like a starving
man.
After stuffing the remains in the take-out bag, he slid from the sedan
and brushed crumbs from his clothes. He scanned the lot. New car added to his
list of wants. His fuel-economy sedan looked like a waif among the luxury
sedans and sporty models. He strode toward the entrance.
“Michael, slow down.” The senior partner of the surgical practice waved.
Michael waited for Dr. Probst. “Good morning, sir. I didn’t expect to see
you here so early.”
The gray-haired man smiled. “Always the first. Good to see you’ve the
same habit. Three cases on the schedule. First one’s at nine.”
“Will I assist?”
“Eager to get your hands in?”
Michael grinned. “Sure am, sir.”
Dr. Probst chuckled. “How well I remember those days. Before we head to
the OR, we’ll make rounds. I’ll show you the surgical unit.”
“Sounds good.” Though he had visited the hospital when he’d been
recruited, he hadn’t been impressed with the unit.
“We’ve a new nurse manager. Young, efficient. Has performed miracles
during her five months in charge. She’s cracked down on the staff. You’ll like
her.”
Michael studied the older man. Was he being set up? Not going to happen. Casual affairs were his speed. He thought
about the nurse manager he’d met when the guys in the practice had wined and
dined him. She’d been old, steely-eyed, with a thin-lipped smile, making him
think young doctors were to be trained like puppies. Young might mean any woman
under sixty. If the new nurse manager was attractive and would be interested in
a fling in the company of a man with a five year plan, he might give her a try.
They rode the elevator from the basement to the second floor. When he saw
the nurse at the counter with a phone in her left hand and her right poised
over a keyboard, he halted and fought the urge to run.
“No.” He groaned. “Impossible.”
“Something wrong?” Dr. Probst asked.
Michael cleared his throat. Don’t
be an ass. “I never expected to see…” Help!
His inner voice shouted the final word of his nightmare.
“Zelda, come and meet the new addition to our group.”
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This sounds like a whole lot of fun!
ReplyDeleteAh, some history between them? Love the setup.
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