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BLURB: Her mother was a hired nanny and her father the Mellwood Bank. This is the way Taurus Laurel Richmond describes her family. After burning out as a nurse with an international health agency, she returns to
Alex Carter is a Scorpio, a single dad with a five year old son. He’s a general practitioner at
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 28, 2018
The plane touched down and rolled to a halt. The mass of passengers pushed to the exit like angry ants from a shattered hill. Lauren remained seated. The aisled cleared. A flight attendant paused beside Lauren’s seat. “Are you okay? Would you like assistance, maybe a wheelchair?”
“No chair, but thanks.” Lauren rose and walked to the exit. Using the railing on the right side of the covered tunnel she soon reached the end. The long hours of travel, the fever and the cough plaguing her since the flight from
At the end of the ramp she scanned the milling crowd and looked toward the barrier where people waited. Where was Megan? Without warning a memory of being sixteen and in love rocked Lauren
A tall, blonde, athletic man studied the people emerging from the flight. His glance slid past her. She walked toward him. “Alex Carter, what are you doing here?”
“Lauren Richmond, I’m here to take you to
“I thought Megan was meeting me.”
“She had to work.” His gaze swept over her. “Rough trip? You look exhausted.”
“I’ve been living a hectic life. How did Megan trick you into meeting me? I could have rented a car.”
A lock of sun-brightened hair fell across his forehead. “That’s a long story. I didn’t know you were coming until six a.m. when my scatterbrain sister called. ‘Alex, I have to work and Lauren’s arriving at ten and could you meet her and I know you’re off so say yes.’”
Lauren laughed. “All without a breath and you agreed.”
He took her arm. His touch, the overheated building, the noisy crowd combined to make her feel faint. She inhaled. A trickle of perfume triggered a cough. She fought to catch her breath. “Let’s get my bag.”
“Are you home for good?”
How could she tell him she didn’t have a home, just two residences the bank had retained? Would he understand why she had returned to
“Why don’t you consider staying in
“Yes.” She noted the overhead signs pointing to the baggage area and turned to the right. “Lately I haven’t been thinking beyond each day.”
His fingers lightly stroked her jacket sleeve. She wondered if he was aware of the action. The rush of heat she felt in response to his gentleness dissolved the wall holding her pain. In silence she walked beside her.
Once they reached the revolving baggage carrousel for her flight she pointed to the khaki duffel circling with the suitcases. “The duffel’s mine.”
Alex snagged the strap. “Just one.”
She nodded. “I’ve learned to travel light. Not much room in a tent or a hut.”
“What were you doing in a tent?”
“Working for International Health Rescue Missions. Didn’t Megan tell you?”
“Probably. It’s hard finding facts in her chatter.”
They entered the bullet train and exited minutes later at the door leading to the parking lot. The air redolent with exhaust fumes made her choke and cough. Alex opened the car door and slid the duffel in the back.
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2 comments:
Love the imagery of this line: A lock of sun-brightened hair fell across his forehead.
Wow, seems money is the root of her problems as it is his. Will they overcome the money obstacle? Enjoyed the blurb and excerpt! Good luck!
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