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Jenessa is Aries, a nurse, union advocate and likes a good fightEric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?
“You sure know how to get attention.” Sandra Wallace’s
nasal twang grabbed Jenessa’s wandering attention.
Jenessa looked at the crowd and leaned against Eric.
For a moment, she savored the aura of protection he projected. “Isn’t that what
you always say?” She stared at the dark-haired woman and shook her head in
disbelief. “A pink suit and heels. This is a picnic, not tea with the First
“I can tell you’re not hurt.” Sandra wheeled. As she
strode away, her briefcase swung like a pendulum.
“Bag lady,” Jenessa whispered.
“That briefcase is an extension of her arm. I wonder
if she goes to bed with it.”
“Maybe she has dark secrets.” Eric grinned. “Ready?”
Before he had a chance to identify himself, a booming
voice ended the staring match. A hearty slap made him drop the beer. White foam
gathered on the grass.
“Getting into things already. Good idea.” The Board
president stepped around Eric. “Jenessa, you look good enough to start a dead
man’s heart. Two of you been introduced?”
“Not officially,” Eric said. The audible wheeze in
Bishop’s breathing made him wonder why the man was puffing on a cigar.
“Allow me. Jenessa Robertson, Eric Bradshaw.” Bishop
beamed. “Now, let me tell you, this little girl’s not as sweet as she looks.
She’s a rabble-rouser. Fights hard for the union.”
Sweet didn’t match Eric’s impression of her from the
past or today. Stubborn, courageous, a leader and much too attractive did.
Her hands moved to her hips. “It’s contract time, Mr.
“Don’t be rushing into the fire, little girl. Eric
“We’ve been on hold for months.”
The obese man’s teeth clamped on the cigar. “Stick to
nursing, little girl. When you have a seat on the Board, you can push.”
“We’re asking for one.”
“Already have a nurse. Your director has a seat.”
She made a face. “I mean a real nurse.” She turned and