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The Alaskan Rescue
Dominique Burton
A Place For Wild Hearts To HealSashi Hansen came to Prince of Wales Island, Alaska, to work herself closer to her dream: her own ballet studio. Instead, a wild bear has landed her in a nightmare. Her leg is broken, and she may never dance again. Her heart is broken with the loss of her best friend. And her mind… well, she’s confused.Her savior, Dr. Cole Stevens, is sending mixed signals. She’s never received such loving care — but it seems the healer needs healing, too, from his own, private pain and loss. Sashi’s ready and willing, but can’t get close. With everything that Alaska throws at him, why can’t this courageous bush doctor handle his own heart?
A Place For Wild Hearts To Heal
Sashi Hansen came to Prince of Wales Island, Alaska, to work herself closer to her dream: her own ballet studio. Instead, a wild bear has landed her in a nightmare. Her leg is broken, and she may never dance again. Her heart is broken with the loss of her best friend. And her mind…well, she’s confused. Her savior, Dr. Cole Stevens, is sending mixed signals. She’s never received such loving care—but it seems the healer needs healing, too, from his own private pain and loss.
Sashi’s ready and willing, but can’t get close. With everything that Alaska throws at him, why can’t this courageous doctor handle his own heart?
Don’t lose your focus, Stevens.
He had to make sure she was hemodynamic for transportation to a hospital. Amazing that she’d survived the night. How many times had they found people out here in the bush who hadn’t survived?
“I need you to tell me where you hurt the most.” Cole began looking in her ears, mouth, nose, and then he pressed on her stomach to check for internal bleeding. She seemed okay. “Where else do you hurt, Sashi? Can you move your fingers for me?”
She looked at him with serious eyes. “What if I can never dance again?”
“Sashi, never stop believing in miracles. You are alive, miracle number one.”
Dear Reader,
Cole’s story is one that I have longed to tell since he appeared into the novella “A Daughter’s Discovery” from A Mother’s Wedding Day (American Romance #1302). I imagined his character as an incredibly sexy doctor with a tortured past he couldn’t seem to outrun.
Writing this story was an amazing adventure. I wanted Cole to find true love, but his path to Sashi Hansen is one full of pain and soul searching. In order for him to help Sashi overcome a horrific attack from a bear, he has to deal with the loss of his brother as he fights for her love.
I hope you enjoy this book. It’s been a personal journey for not just my hero and heroine, but for me as well.
Ciao,
Dominique
The Alaskan Rescue
Dominique Burton
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
As a young girl with three brothers and a writer for a mother, Dominique Burton lived in the imaginary world of books such as Anne of Green Gables and movies starring Indiana Jones. Much of the time, she would write and act out her own stories with Harrison Ford as the hero. Not too shabby for a seven-year-old! Dominique loves Europe, and at the age of twenty, got the wild notion to buy an around-the-world, one-way plane ticket. For six months, she circled the globe alone, studying Italian, learning about other cultures, scuba diving and having a blast. She graduated from the University of Utah with a bachelor’s degree in history. She now lives in South Jordan, Utah, with her husband, two children and three step-children, all of whom she dearly loves. If she’s not writing or reading, she’s out running. A few years ago, Dominique had the privilege of running the Boston Marathon. To learn more, go to www.dominiqueburton.com (http://www.dominiqueburton.com).
The Alaskan Rescue was a challenging book to write. The heroine’s bear attack and the hero’s past guilt of losing a loved one developed into an intricate story line. Internet research alone didn’t have all the answers.
First of all I want to thank my editor, Kathleen Scheibling, for giving me the chance to write a book that explored these topics.
I want to thank Ben Walker, a real ranger of the Tongass National Forest. He helped me to understand black bears, from their size to their natural aptitudes.
My love and appreciation goes to Dr. Stephanie C. Gardner, M.D., a dear old friend who explained the ABCs of Emergency Medicine. (Love you!) My thanks goes out to my buddy, Dr. Ben Curtis, M.D., who took time out of his schedule to explain orthopedic injuries and how physical therapy helps treat them.
One of the main themes of the story is overcoming survivor’s guilt. Plunging into this was more difficult than I had anticipated. This book could never have been as dramatic if Dr. Michael A. Kalm, M.D.—a man who has been one of the greatest influences in my life—hadn’t shared his wisdom.
I know there have been many more people who have influenced this story. I want the reader to know that I take full responsibility for any errors or inconsistencies. My hope is that all who read this book will take away a little of the genius of the above individuals who made such a valuable contribution to my book.
Contents
Chapter One (#ud05c6941-7169-5ac6-aa7a-ccb0dcf44182)
Chapter Two (#ub470e37d-3275-59a8-a3e0-ee3e88361866)
Chapter Three (#u5562b14f-609f-566a-a809-862a690d7acf)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One
Dr. Cole Stevens looked out the window of his pontoon Cessna, trying to get a better look at Marshall’s Fishing Lodge and Resort. The large upscale property, nestled in a cove on the Inside Passage of southeast Alaska, was set against the emerald rain forest of the gentle hills of Prince of Wales Island.
Because he was a nature lover at heart, Cole did his best never to take the splendor of the world he lived in for granted. As a bush doctor he felt blessed to have a job he loved. He didn’t always know where his day would take him. Sometimes he would be at the hospital. Other times he’d be helping with search-and-rescue out in the middle of nowhere.
On this late August day he was here to find out what type of illness had struck a group of fishermen from Kansas who were staying at Marshall’s. As Cole expertly set his Cessna down on the choppy water and steered it toward the dock, he thought about Frank Marshall and his family’s shabby treatment of employees and the people who lived on the island.
A local, Cole was well aware that the Marshall family had a hard time keeping employees, even though the pay was excellent. It took a tough person to handle the brutal hours and the family’s habit of treating staff like indentured servants. But if you needed the money, he guessed it was worth it.
This got him thinking about the conversation he’d had earlier in the day with his best friend—Jake Powell, the chief ranger of the Tongass National Forest. Jake had been visiting Ketchikan where Cole lived, and had taken him out to lunch, something that rarely happened these days. Normally if Cole wanted to see his buddy, he had to fly from Prince of Wales Island to the small town of Craig, Alaska, to visit him and his family.
“I’ve got about fifteen minutes for lunch,” he told Jake.
“Since when?” Jake took a swallow of beer and scowled at Cole. “Come on. We’ve had this lunch planned for weeks.”
“Nature of my job.” Cole hurriedly ate his sandwich. “I’ve got to fly up to Marshall’s and take care of some sick people.”
“Why don’t you tell Frank Marshall to take a long hike on a short dock?” Jake said. “The Marshalls have ruined the sport of fishing with that new technology, and you know it!”
“Not really. I’m a terrible fisherman.” Cole took a sip of his soda. “And all the technology in the world wouldn’t make me a better one.”
Jake set his beer down and grinned at his friend. “Yes, you are a terrible fisherman. Remind me again why we’re friends.”
“Beats me. Yet you’re here paying for lunch.”
Jake straightened. “Now why is that? You’re the rich doctor. You should be paying.”
Cole shook his head. “Nope. You lost your bet. That last rescue we did—I said it would take three days to get out, and you said two, but I was right. Three horrible days.”
“I need another beer.” Jake swallowed the remains of the first, then called out to the waitress. “I hated that rescue. That guy—” he shook his head in disgust “—total jerk.”
Cole agreed. “Almost worse than Frank Marshall. What was his name? Brek?”
“Brekker. Brekker Harris from Colorado.” Jake imitated the man’s voice.
Cole burst out laughing. “The guy still thought he was some mountain man even though we had to carry him out of the bush on foot.”
“I don’t know how you handle dealing with Old Man Marshall as much as you do.”
“This trip has nothing to do with him. It’s about the lodge guests who are sick at his place.” Cole studied his friend. “Tell me—has Freddy been up to his old tricks lately?”
“Hey, are you asking me for info after you’ve only given me a few minutes of your precious time?” Jake’s face broke into a grin again. “I’m not talking. It’s part of my job.”
Cole finished his sandwich with one last bite. “Come on.”
Jake shook his head. “My lips are sealed.”
“Come on—” Cole threw his hands in the air and leaned back, cocking his head at Jake. “Did Freddy bring girls up from the lower forty-eight? He’s done it before.”
“You’re killing me, Cole. Okay. But this stays between you and me.”
Cole ran a hand through his short sandy hair. “Oh yeah, because I’m gonna gossip like a school girl. You know me better than that, Jake.” He leaned forward. “I’m waiting.”
Jake sighed. “Well, I just happened to do a random check on some of the Marshall boats while Freddy was out fishing. Every boat had fish catches over the limit. I issued a lot of citations that day.”
“That’s nothing new. Go on. What else?”
“Rumor has it that Freddy, who’s been attending college in Washington, D.C., brought four women there to work this summer at the resort.”
“And?” Cole began to drum his fingers on the table.
Jake leaned in closer. “All the women thought Freddy was in love with them. Apparently they each thought he’d brought her home to meet Daddy and propose. It’s been a really nasty summer.”
“Instead, he brought them home to work like slaves for his father,” Cole said flatly.
“You got it.”
“Typical Freddy.” Cole finished his soda. “Okay, pal, gotta go.”
It had been good to see Jake. While Cole was still remembering their conversation, the door of his plane was opened before he had completely shut the engine down. It brought Cole back to the present in a hurry.
“Good to see you, Doc.”
“You, too, Randy. I didn’t know you were working here now.”
“Had to. The cannery let me go. Now Shirley is pregnant with our third and ain’t feelin’ well. Fred Marshall made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“What’s the catch?” Cole knew there had to be one. Randy looked exhausted.
“I get a day off every other week.”
“How many hours a day are you working?”
“Eighteen. But this talk is between you and me, right? Doctor patient confidentiality and all.”
Aghast at Randy’s working conditions, Cole reached into the rear of the plane to grab his bag and a few supplies in case he needed to administer meds. When he turned back, he was calm enough to talk to Randy and stay out of his business. “Yes, Randy. What you say to me is confidential. You’re a good man and father. Just...take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
With that Cole climbed out of the plane, knowing Randy would keep an eye on things. He always found it difficult to come to such a stunning place where the rich and famous played, and see firsthand how much the staff, hired for the wealthy guests’ care and comfort, suffered. Now he needed to find Frank.
Cole walked into the main lodge. A large wooden structure, it had lacquered beams that reached at least thirty feet high. The lobby was centered by a rock fireplace rising to the roof. It took your breath away.
Today it was ablaze, creating a cozy atmosphere. For the visitors’ convenience, leather couches, with throws of various animal furs, were placed here and there, while the walls were covered with stuffed trophy fish, animal heads and incredible photographs of Alaska.
In the back of each alcove, where either a concierge or bellhop was stationed, was a mounted bear or mountain goat. A true fisherman’s and hunter’s paradise. Cole’s mind, however, was on the sick people. He went to the front desk, behind which stood a tall brunette. She smiled at him.
“Welcome to Marshall’s,” she said. “I’m Kendra. How may I assist you?”
“I’m Dr. Cole Stevens. Frank Marshall called me earlier to fly out and check on some guests who are ill.”
She nodded. “We’ve been waiting for you. Mr. Marshall has been very worried. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to him.”
* * *
IT WAS OVER AN HOUR LATER when Frank Marshall finally caught up with Cole.
“How did it go with the patients?”
Cole eyed the man who’d fed a lie to him before paying him to fly out here. Frank was a tall, handsome, charismatic man in his mid-sixties. Yet Cole knew he could turn into a viper if things didn’t go the way he wanted. His son, Freddy, was just as bad. “Luckily for you things are all right.”
“That’s great,” Frank said. “So nothing to worry about.”
“Don’t ever lie to me again. I don’t appreciate walking into a room full of vacationers from another country who could all have had a serious flu virus. You told me they were from Kansas! Fortunately what they had was strep throat and a bad case of sea sickness.”
“I don’t like your tone.”
“And I don’t like not knowing what type of situation I’m walking into. I’ve started them on antibiotics. Keep them away from the other guests for a day or so, and everything should be fine. If something changes, take them to the clinic in Craig to be assessed.”
“All right, Cole. Listen. I have a bungalow on the water. It’s unoccupied. Why don’t you spend the night here on me? It’s eight o’clock and dark outside. Dinner’s over, but Bubba’s still in the kitchen. I’ll have him bring you something to eat at the bar. Everything will be on the house.”
