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?
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.”
Michael sucked in a breath. The bane of his youthful existence left the
computer and sauntered toward them.
His throat constricted. His gut churned. “You work here?” Duh. Could his foot fit any tighter in
his mouth? Why else was she dressed in a white uniform? And the lab coat
spelled administration. He took a second look. The uniform fit her slender body
to perfection.
Dr. Probst beamed. “Guess you know each other. Zelda is our miracle nurse
manager.”
Figured she would find a way to plague him. He didn’t like the ideas
swarming like gnats in his thoughts. He batted them away. Sure, Zelda was
attractive and probably efficient, but she was a cyclone centered on
destructing Michael West MD. Like visions seen by a drowning man, incidents
flooded him. She had swamped his high school romance with Allie, and sent depth
charges into his summer fling with Bette.
Every time Zelda entered his space strange events occurred. He tripped
over invisible cracks in the sidewalk, dropped drinks and plates of food. In
her presence, he was an accident primed to happen.
His gaze focused on her. Boy had she changed. Short curly brown hair,
bright blue eyes, slender figure with tantalizing curves. An urge to taste her
kissable lips made him take a step toward her.
Whoa. This is Zelda. Not a chance.
He enjoyed living. His hands fisted and he tore his attention from her to his
partner’s briefing on the recovering patients and the ones awaiting surgery.
Zelda added comments, reported changes in conditions and mentioned
existing or pending problems. Michael realized she ignored him more effectively
than he did her. Still, he knew plans for destructing his life stirred like a
rising volcano in her head. They always had.
“Mrs. Greene’s going home today,” Dr. Probst said. “She’s to come to the
office in a week for staple removal.” He turned to Michael. “Write a
prescription for a pain med and antibiotics, same as she’s taking here. All the
info is on her chart.”
Michael went to the computer and entered his password. He pulled up Mrs.
Greene’s chart. He checked her meds and copied them to an electronic
prescription. Once done, he sent the script to her listed pharmacy. He finished
the instruction sheet and closed the chart.
Dr. Probst laughed. “Took you less than five minutes. One of the reasons
we took you on. You can teach these old dogs some tricks.”
Zelda laughed. “Aren’t computers great? No more huge stacks of paper to
worry about.”
No more paper airplanes. Where
had that thought come from? Then he remembered, Zelda’s many missives sailing
over the fence from her yard to his. He hid a smile as an idea of how to head
her off and keep their interactions on a strictly professional level came to
him.
He grabbed a piece of scrap paper and quickly wrote:
Dear Zelda, So glad to hear you’re
doing so well in your chosen profession. Let’s work to keep our relationship
strictly professional. Unless you need to talk to me about a patient, ignore
me. Your former neighbor, Michael.
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3 comments:
Oh my, she must really have terrorized him for him to react this way!
Love it! Can't wait to see what happens next.
...so did he fold his note into a paper airplane and shoot it her way?
Great excerpt!
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