Jessica Matthews.

Maverick In The Er






He spoke with a calm authority that sent staff scrambling to obey. Then again, who wouldnt want to do whatever he asked if it meant receiving one of his killer smiles?

His long eyelashes were partly to blame for his appeal to women, she decided. Add dark brown hair and blue eyes, a firm jaw and an attractive dimple, and infatuation was a given.

While he wore the requisite surgical green scrub suit under a protective yellow paper gown, the shapeless garments didnt detract from his muscular shoulders or his lean physique. If he could turn heads in this ugly garb, hed probably stop traffic when he wore street clothes that actually fit. If the hospital ever created a doctor-of-the-month calendar featuring him as the centerfold theyd make a fortune.

As great as his physical appearance was, he wouldnt have earned the moniker of the delectable Dr. Donovan if he didnt have the personality to match. His charisma explained how hed managed to get whateverand whomeverhe wanted in his department. His persistence and eloquent arguments had persuaded several top people to transfer her into his domain.

Apparently aware of her lingering presence, he flashed her a cocky grin.

Hating that hed caught her loitering, and was obviously thinking shed become one more member of his adoring fan club, she fled the room.

About the Author

JESSICA MATTHEWSS interest in medicine began at a young age, and she nourished it with medical stories and hospital-based television programmes. After a stint as a teenage candy-striper, she pursued a career as a clinical laboratory scientist. When not writing or on duty, she fills her day with countless family and school-related activities. Jessica lives in the central United States, with her husband, daughter and son.

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Dear Reader

One day I stumbled across an article about labyrinths and their associated healing effects. I was intrigued by how hospitals in the US are building these labyrinths on their campuses to help patients achieve spiritual health while their medical needs are addressed. I began my research and was fascinated by what I learned.

Consequently, I wanted to incorporate this concept into a story. Ive taken a few liberties for my own purposes, but I simply had to create characters who needed the emotionally healing effects of a labyrinth.

I hope you enjoy what Ive done. Happy reading!

Sincerely

Jessica Matthews

MAVERICK IN THE ER

JESSICA MATTHEWS


www.millsandboon.co.uk

To Terry, for being my hero.

CHAPTER ONE

LET this be a lesson to you, Sierra McAllaster, she told herself in her rush to meet the incoming ambulance.

Never say never.

Shed worked in Emergency Services before coming to Pennsylvania three months ago, and when shed left North Carolina, shed vowed that daily E.R. duty wouldnt be in her future. Shed been there, done that, and although shed once loved her work in that hectic department, it was time to pass the torch to others who thrived on the adrenalin rush. She wanted a more sedate pace with patients who werent broken bodies in need of an immediate fix, and shed found it on the fifth-floor medical unit at Pittsburghs Good Shepherd Hospital.

However, just when shed finally settled in to her new duties, her career plan had taken a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. At this very moment she was in the middle of the very position shed never intended to fill again, thanks to a one-sentence clause in the fine print of her contract.

Come on, people, Trey Donovan, the senior emergency physician, yelled beside her. Lets move!

By the time their small entourage had reached the ambulance bay, two paramedics were already tugging a stretcher out of the back of their vehicle.

A feeling of dread swamped her, but she reasoned it away. You dont know this person. None of your friends or family could possibly be on that stretcher. This is a car accidentnothing at all like Davids situation.

She swallowed hard and forced herself to fall back into her objective professional mode.

MVA, one medic reported, using the shorthand Sierra recalled so vividly. Motor-vehicle accident. Forty-five-year-old male with blunt trauma to the chest and abdomen, dislocated shoulder and sundry other injuries. BP is

Sierra noted the vital signs as she gazed down at the man lying on the gurney, strapped to a backboard and wearing a cervical collar. Bruises were already forming on his visible extremities and lacerations from broken glass crisscrossed his face. An oxygen mask covered his nose and mouth, but his nose was swollen and clearly broken, which meant theyd need an airway.

Lets go, Trey ordered, and off they scurried to the nearest available trauma room.

Hes wearing a MedicAlert bracelet, the other paramedic reported. According to the company records, hes a diabetic and hes currently taking Coumadin, hydrochlorothiazide and something called liraglutide.

The blood-pressure medicine wasnt unusual for someone his age, but the blood thinner was. Has he had a recent heart attack or stroke?

We dont know, but his left knee has a freshly healing scar. Maybe a recent joint replacement? The police are trying to locate his next of kin.

Any record of insulin?

The paramedic shook his head. None.

What was that last drug youd mentioned? Trey asked, his brow furrowed as if trying to place the medication.

Liraglutide, the paramedic repeated.

Trey turned to one of the nurses. Call the Pharmacy and ask

Dont bother, Sierra interrupted. Its a new drug just approved by the FDA for treating type 2 Diabetes.

Oh.

Treys dark-eyed gaze met hers over the gurney and she read his unasked question. I had a patient who had trouble controlling his diabetes, so we tried it. Its not the first line of therapy and has a number of side effects, but in his case it was a last-ditch resort and it worked, she explained.

He grinned, and the most endearing dimple appeared in the side of his cheek. Your first official day and youre already handy to have around.

Strangely enough, her face warmed under his appreciative comment. Sierra McAllaster did not respond to empty flattery with a blush, she reminded herself. Thanks to her husband, whod liberally used his charm to his own advantage, shed eventually determined it was merely a tool to get what he wanted. The lesson had been painful to learn as her illusions had been shattered, but shed never forget it. Never again would she fall for a fellow who troweled on charm as easily as a brickmason laid his cement. Shed become immune to men like him.

However, immunized or not, it seemed rude to refuse to return his smile so she did, even though she didnt know why she was smiling in the first place.

A few seconds later, theyd pushed the gurney against the awaiting bed in the trauma room. Sierra locked the wheels in place with the toe of one pump, having already decided shed overdressed for the demands of this department. Shed forgotten the frantic paceor maybe shed simply blocked it out of her mindwhich meant a dress and heels werent her most practical choice of attire.

Lift on three, Trey ordered. One, two, three.

Everyone complied in one smooth, well-rehearsed motion to move their patient to his new bed. Sierra hoped any residual blush on her face could be attributed to the strain and not Treys flattering comment.

Can you hear me, Mr. Klein? Trey spoke to the fellow. Youre in the hospital and were going to take care of you.

Unable to nod because his head and neck were immobilized, he simply blinked and mouthed, Okay.

Sierra hung around and helped the nurses organize the patients tubes and swap the paramedics equipment for hospital-issue while Trey issued orders for X-rays and lab work, requesting the same procedures Sierra would have if shed been in charge of this case.

His next command caught her by surprise. Go to lunch, Sierra.

She paused. You dont need help?

He shook his head and flashed his trademark grin. Thanks, but Im good.

Yes, he was, she thought as she moved out of the way, somewhat reluctant to leave just yet. Instead, she took a few minutes to observe her colleague in action.

Today might be her first official day in Emergency, but it wasnt the first day shed worked with Trey. In her previous position as hospitalist on the fifth-floor medical unit, shed received several patients hed admitted and had answered his call for a consultant on numerous occasions. His medical skills then, like now, seemed outstanding.

He spoke with a calm authority that sent staff scrambling to obey, but she could tell they did so out of a desire to please rather than a sense of fear. Then again, who wouldnt want to do whatever he asked if it meant receiving one of his killer smiles? Shed seen how his grin had turned even the most independent, career-minded woman into the equivalent of a simpering teenager.

He was also more than just a handsomely wolfish smile. His long eyelashes were partly to blame for his appeal to women, she decided. Add dark brown hair and midnight-blue eyes, a firm jaw and an attractive dimple, and infatuation was a given.

He was a tall man, which made nearly every female, no matter her size, feel dainty and feminine. While he wore the requisite surgical green scrub suit under the protective yellow paper gown, the shapeless garments didnt detract from his muscular shoulders or his lean physique. If he could turn heads in this ugly garb, hed probably stop traffic when he wore street clothes that actually fit.

If the hospital ever created a doctor-of-the-month calendar featuring him as the centerfold, theyd make a fortune.

As great as his physical appearance was, he wouldnt have earned the moniker of the delectable Dr. Donovan if he didnt have the personality to match. His charisma explained how hed managed to get whateverand whomeverhe wanted in his department. Because of his persistence and eloquent arguments that she was the one physician who could immediately fill the long-vacant position in his service, hed persuaded several top people to transfer her into his domain. Granted, she was only covering until the heads of Emergency Services and Internal Medicine hired a physician specifically for the post but, as far as she was concerned, a day spent in the ED was one day too many.

Apparently aware of her lingering presence, he flashed her a cocky grin.

Hating that hed caught her loitering and was obviously thinking shed become one more member of his adoring fan club, she fled the room. After a brief stop at the staffing board, where she slapped a Lunch magnet beside her name, she hurried outside, into the warm afternoon sun.

Trey surreptitiously watched Sierra leave as if a rabid dog were nipping at her heels and hid his smile. Hed first met her three months ago when hed called the fifth-floor medical unit to request a stat internal medicine consult and Sierra had responded, barely giving him a second glance.

Accustomed to dealing with flirty and simpering females, Trey had been taken aback by her disinterest at first but then hed been intrigued by it. In his earlier life as a footloose, carefree bachelor, he would have responded to the challenge she presented and pursued her with everything he had. However, that had all changed when his sister-in-law, Marcy, had died. While his relationships were still of the short-term variety, hed come to the conclusion that even those were difficult to juggle with everything else in his life. Acting as Mitchs big brother, helping Mitch raise his niece and coping with the demands of his job took nearly all of his free time.

As much as hed like to know Sierra on a more personal level, his gut told him that she wasnt the sort who would embrace such a temporary and superficial relationship.

Instead, she was the type to make a man think about the future in terms of the next twenty or thirty years. At times, he tried looking ahead that far, but he simply wasnt ready to let a woman get that close. Between coping with Mitchs downward spiral after Marcys death and his struggle to meet all of his family obligations, he didnt have the time or the energy to devote to anyone else.

That hard truth, however, didnt prevent him from wishing Sierra would be happy with what he could offer, especially after today when hed seen her face turn a beautiful shade of pink. What woman in this day and age, especially one whod survived the rigors of medical school and residency, actually blushed? Be that as it may, that small flaw only enhanced her already attractive features.

Her fine bone structure gave her an ethereal quality, as if she didnt belong in a field as brutal as emergency medicine, but her athletic frame suggested she wasnt a stranger to hard work.

As lovely as he considered her face and form, her thick auburn hair was nothing short of awesome. The color reminded him of flames dancing on the hearth and without any effort at all he pictured her shaking out her braid until every strand cascaded over her beautiful shoulders.

If that wasnt enough, her shapely legs with their miles and miles of soft skin made his throat go dry. Today, like most days, she wore low-heeled pumps and a dress that fell to just above her slim knees. Her garb wasnt practical for the demands of working in Emergency and shed probably switch to baggy scrub suits and tennis shoes tomorrow, but hed enjoy the view while it lasted.

His libido and personal preferences aside, he was still glad shed finally joined the emergency-services staff. For that reason, he found himself grinning like a loon whenever he saw her.

Actually, she hadnt joined as much as shed been transferred. Over the past year, hed created a paper blizzard that had gone to every department head, vice president and hospital-board member, protesting the fact that his departments extra medical position had never been filled. As soon as hed learned of Sierras credentials and past experience in Emergency, hed intensified his efforts. If Administration had agreed theyd needed the position, hed argued, then it was pointless not to fill it, especially when someone already on staff was ideal for the job.

While everyone agreed with his reasoning, Sierras boss, Lane Keegan, hadnt wanted to lose her from the medical unit. If not for pressure from above, theyd still be at an impasse, but finally, after weeks of negotiating details, Keegan had given in. On one point, however, hed refused to budge.

Sierra would only fill Treys position until they found a replacement who met the criteria, but not for longer than sixty days. Which meant Trey still had fifty-nine to work his magic and convince her to stick around permanently. His philosophy was, Better the devil you know than the one you dont, and hed prefer to keep Sierra, who got along well with the staff, rather than bring in a new person who might clash with everyone.

Roma Miller, the nursing supervisor whod just received her thirty-year service pin, strode in. Where was Dr. McAllaster going in such a hurry?

He shrugged. Lunch, I guess.

No kidding? Ive never seen her walk so fast.

Interesting. She must be hungry, he offered, although he suspected the reason for her rush had had nothing to do with her appetite and everything to do with regaining her composure after hed caught her studying him.

In spite of her cool attitude, in spite of her standoffish ways, Sierra McAllaster obviously wasnt as resistant to his charm as she pretended.

Munching on an apple, Sierra strolled along the circular concrete pathway of the hospitals favorite attractionthe Healing Garden and Labyrinthwhich had been created just outside Emergency. Normally, she walked the circular concrete pathway in order to recharge her mental batteries when she had a tough patient, but today her reflections were far more personal and far more immediate.

Her ridiculous reaction to Treys flattering comment still bothered her. Her marriage had taught her to not fall victim to a mans flattery and until now she hadnt. Why today was different remained a complete mystery. In her opinion, Treys charm was a strike against him.

He had also earned a second strike because if it werent for him, shed still be reporting to work on the fifth floor, where she belonged. Although, in all fairness, she didnt know if she should be upset with him or with herself.

If shed been in Treys position, she would have presented the same case he had, asking that the vacant position be filled with a doctor who was already on staff and who possessed ED experience. As Fate would have it, she was the one with the least senioritythe only one, in factwho fit the criteria.

Her options had been limitedeither take this assignment or end her contract.

Leaving hadnt been a viable option. Shed finally unpacked the last box of household goods this past weekend and the idea of hunting for a new job was too tiring to contemplate.

On the other hand, she did have a third option. If shed been honest and explained why she couldnt work in Emergency, perhaps Dr. Keegan might have chosen someone else. Pride, however, had stopped her. Shed come to Good Shepherd with a clean slate and if she dragged out her history to use like a get-out-of-jail-free card, her past would become an open book. The doubts, the pitying glances and every emotion in between would start, and she refused to deal with that from staff and her colleagues.

Consequently, shed decided it might be time to face her fears and put those horrors behind her. Although she didnt want to work in Emergency, she suddenly had a desire to prove she was able to.

Fortunately, Dr. Keegan had offered her several consolation prizes. Oneand the most importantshe was only filling in temporarily. So what if she was back in the area where shed sworn shed never work again, treating everything from acid reflux to herpes zoster infections, traumas to diabetic comas? Shed endured far worse and for a far longer period. Sixty days was nothing more than a wrinkle that would iron itself out in due time.

Two, Dr. Keegan had promised she could return to her hospitalist position on the fifth floor. Knowing how the other internist, William Madison, was already complaining about covering those patients as well as his own in the cardiac ICU, he was also eager for her to shake the E.R. dust off her feet and return to where she belonged.

Three, the odds of encountering a trauma that involved a close friend or family member were nonexistent. After three months in Pittsburgh, she still hadnt developed any serious friendships or personal relationships and as long as she was expected to staff the ED, she intended to keep it that way.

As she strolled around the labyrinth, a growing sense of acceptance and her natural can-do attitude filled her. Her transfer may have thrown her off balance, but she was slowly feeling more in control over her situation. Todays trauma had only caused her a few moments of anticipatory dread, but after that shed handled herself well. Shed still have some bad moments, but shed be able to deal with them. She would deal with them.

Her next mental project was to get Trey Donovan, including his twinkling eyes and his lazy grin, out of her head. After a single morning in his presence, hed already shattered her calm, making her wish for those happy-ever-afters shed stopped imagining were possible.

She knew better than to respond like a schoolgirl to a man who had enough charisma for three guys, but shed done it anyway. Maybe her reaction was due to first-day-on-a-new-job stress because shed been dreading this day for the past week. Maybe it was because she hadnt slept well last night and her defenses were down.

Maybe it was because her blood sugar had dropped. Shed chosen to take the late lunch break and that had been delayed because theyd been busy.

Then again, maybe it was all of the above. Yes, she decided. That was it. Shed been simply tired, stressed and hungry. This afternoon, shed be more like her old self, able to resist his wicked grins with the logic that they meant nothing.

Can I walk with you?

Startled out of her private thoughts, Sierra glanced down to see a girl, about ten years old, falling into step beside her on the concrete walkway. The child wore an oversize T-shirt, bright pink leggings and well-scuffed white-and-lavender tennis shoes. Her skin was tanned and her brown hair possessed lighter streaks, which suggested she spent a great deal of time outdoors. Several strands of hair had escaped her ponytail, which wasnt quite centered in the back of her head.

Although Sierra wanted to finish her walk through the labyrinth in contemplative quiet, she didnt want to be rude. Instead, she glanced around the garden, carefully scanning each bench for a potential parent or an otherwise responsible adult. Surprisingly, the garden was vacant and no one else was walking the labyrinth. They were alone.





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