by Tina Beckett
Can their surprise baby...
Heal his broken heart?
Since hospital administrator Garret Stapleton lost both his wife and daughter, he’s determined not to give away his heart again. Until gorgeous but guarded ER doc Addy Santini gets under his skin... Soon they embark on a scorching affair that has unexpected, life-changing consequences! When Garret’s tragic past threatens their happiness, can Addy’s surprise pregnancy lead them to their happy-ever-after?
“There are a lot of beautiful things in this world.”
Something about the slow, solemn way Garret said that made her stop turning, a shiver going over her. He was watching her, hands planted low on his hips, his bad one seeming to perch comfortably for once. His shoes were now on the ground beside him. “Addy...”
“Yes?” Her breath caught in her throat.
He took a step closer. “I think I’m about to do something incredibly stupid.”
“I doubt that.” And if the look on his face was any indication, she was in complete agreement.
“Just how drunk are you?”
“Am I acting like I am? I didn’t even drink the whole beer. I’m just so glad to be out here tonight...” She hesitated, then decided to just say it. “With you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
In a second, he had closed the gap between them, his right hand encircling her wrist and tugging her to him.
And when his head came down, she knew the kiss was coming. Only this time, it would be different than the previous one. Very, very different.
Dear Reader,
Twists. Life can sure throw them at us, can’t it? Sometimes those twists bring great things, and sometimes they bring pain and confusion. Neurosurgeon Garret Stapleton learns all about those twists when tragedy steals everything he once held dear, including his career. But life keeps on turning, and those twists keep coming, and soon he is brought face-to-face with the very thing he fears the most. Garret has to decide whether to rise to the challenge...or run.
Thank you for joining Garret and ER doctor Adelina Santini as they navigate the treacherous waters of heartache and loss. And maybe, just maybe, they can overcome the past and learn to love again.
I hope you enjoy reading about this very special couple as much as I’ve loved writing their story!
Love,
Tina Beckett
One Night to Change Their Lives
Tina Beckett
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To my family: here’s to twists.
Praise for Tina Beckett
“This is a truly passionate and moving story that brings two beautiful people together.... Ms. Beckett has brought out the love and emotion that will surely have you smiling and sighing.”
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT FROM FRIEND, FLING, FOREVER? BY JANICE LYNN
CHAPTER ONE
PEARLS WERE NOT her thing. Not anymore.
Adelina Santini dropped the necklace into its velvet lined jeweler’s box, snapped the lid shut and put it in the growing stack of things to donate to the hospital’s charity auction. Five years of marriage and the necklace and her wounded pride were the only things she had to show for it.
The bed had been stripped of sheets, pillows and the comforter—she’d jammed everything into the trash along with her wedding pictures. But even with brand-new bedclothes, she couldn’t face sleeping in that room. So she’d spent the last six weeks sleeping on the couch, and that was where she’d stay until she could decide what to do about the bed, about the house...about everything. Divorce papers were filed and her soon-to-be ex had moved in with the woman she’d caught him cheating with—the same day she’d walked in on them. Getting rid of those pearls—his wedding gift to her—was the first step toward leaving an ugly part of her past behind. At least she hoped so.
All she wanted was to wash her hands of him and never see him again. But he was an EMT who regularly brought patients to her hospital. Unless she moved to another city, she would see him. Daily at times. So far, those encounters had been far from fun. There was no way she was going to let her distaste at seeing him drive her out of her job, though.
Abandoning her task for the hundredth time that week, she went to shower and get dressed for work. Right now, her job was her only salvation. The fact that she arrived before her shift started and left long after it was over was no one’s business but her own. With that thought, she stepped under the stinging flow of hot water and waited for it to wash away all her troubles.
A half hour later, juggling five boxes of items for the auction, she walked through the doors of the emergency room of Miami’s Grace Hospital and headed for the staff lounge to drop off what she’d brought. Five feet from the door, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Dr. Santini, could I see you in my office for a minute?”
Peering over the stack, her eyes widened as she saw she was right. Garret Stapleton, the hospital administrator, stood with one shoulder propped against a nearby wall, arms crossed over his chest. A hint of biceps made a rare flush of warmth go through her.
Lord, Addy, what is wrong with you?
Then he moved toward her, and she took a quick step back, the parcels teetering for a second. The heat in her face turned red hot.
“Let me help you with those.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got them. Just a few things for the auction.”
Why did he want to talk to her? Had she done something wrong? She’d been at this hospital for several years—longer than he had, in fact. And ever since her husband had walked out, her view of the world had shifted, opened up. That view now encompassed the sexy administrator in a way that made her cringe.
In her growing panic, the boxes tilted sideways, the jeweler’s container sliding off and falling to the floor. The lid popped off and the pearl necklace spilled onto the tile.
Yikes!
Dr. Stapleton reached down and scooped up the necklace with his right hand, letting it dangle from his finge
rtips. He peered at it, a frown puckering his brow. “These are real.”
She swallowed. “I—I know.”
“This is for donation?”
“It is. Just clearing out five years of debris.” The words tumbled out faster than she meant for them to, and the frown swung her way.
He nodded at the rest of the boxes. “Any other valuable ‘debris’ in there?”
“No.”
“I think I’ll put this in my office safe for security’s sake.” He paused. “And in case you change your mind, you should probably have them appraised, if you haven’t already.”
“I won’t change my mind.” She didn’t tell him why, but hopefully he could read the conviction in her voice.
He opened the door to the staff lounge and waited while she put the rest of her items onto the table with the others. By now her legs were shaking. She’d hoped to leave everything there without anyone seeing her. But he was right. It was probably better to safeguard the pearls than to leave them lying around, not that she thought anyone on staff would take them. At least the hospital would benefit from her mistake.
Speaking of mistakes, did she really want to sit in his office on a day her eyes had trailed over the muscles in his arms?
Turning to face him, she asked, “What was it you needed to talk to me about?”
“Let’s go into my office.”
Ugh. There was no getting out of it. And it sounded serious. The last thing she needed right now was “serious.”
* * *
Garret Stapleton stretched the fingers of his left hand and winced as the act pulled tendons and ligaments that were tight from disuse. He knew better than to try to grip the lock to his safe with the twisted digits. Or a scalpel.
Why were his thoughts heading in that direction today?
He knew. And he’d be damned if he’d sit back and let someone else make the same mistake he did. He’d heard what had happened with Addy, even though he did his best not to listen to the rumors that floated around. He was sure there were plenty out there about him and his hand.
The “five years of debris” comment made him think that those donations had something to do with her marriage. He shifted the long flat box so that it was under his left forearm as he quickly turned the tumbler right and then left, opening the safe. Then he took the box and slid it on top of a set of files. His files. Files that mapped out what his own errors had cost him.
“Have a seat.”
She skirted one of the leather chairs and folded herself into it.
Was she thinner than when he’d first arrived in South Beach three years ago? Or maybe he was imagining things.
“I’m not sure what this is about.”
“Aren’t you?”
She tipped her head, sending several locks of dark hair cascading over one shoulder.
Maybe calling her into his office to have this conversation wasn’t such a good idea after all. But where else could he do it? Certainly not in the staff lounge.
The thumb of his damaged hand scrubbed over his pinkie finger; he wasn’t quite sure how to approach this. But if he didn’t drop the ax and something happened... “Whenever a doctor’s name appears on a chart, it’s entered into the system. If the computer finds a disparity between assigned hours and actual hours worked, it sends up a red flag. Do you want to guess how many flags you’ve generated in the last several weeks?”
“I’ve had a lot of free time and so I—”
“Try again.” He softened the words with a smile. He didn’t want to come across as a game warden.
Her chin went up and green eyes flashed. “Why are you asking those questions? If you have a problem with my work, surely that’s a matter for Human Resources.”
“Normally I’d say you were right and shoot it up to them. But the Emergency Department is the heart of Miami’s Grace Hospital. So it’s important to me. To the entire hospital.”
“My working a few extra hours would help that cause, I would think.”
“Yes. One would think. But that’s not always the case.” He dropped his hand behind the desk, unwilling to use it as an example of what could happen unless he absolutely needed to. “I need you to be at your best.”
“I haven’t been?”
“You’ve been a huge asset to this hospital. I’m sure you know that. I don’t want one of our best doctors burning out or going elsewhere.”
“I have no plans of going anywhere. At the moment, anyway.” Her eyes dipped to the edge of his desk before coming back up to meet his.
She was thinking about leaving.
“Are you having a problem on the floor? Is someone making life difficult?”
“You mean other than you?” She flashed a grin that traveled all the way to her eyes, crinkling the corners in a way that made his insides clench. But when he didn’t smile back, her mouth went back to neutral. “No. Of course not.”
“Why the sudden jump in hours, then?” He forced himself to concentrate on the subject at hand. There was no way she could deny that her habits had changed. He might be treading into forbidden territory, but it was his job to make sure this hospital maintained its reputation for providing stellar care.
She hesitated. “I’m going through a personal crisis right now. I just need to work through it, and this is the best way I can think of to do that.”
The familiar ring of those words made him tense. He’d gone through a personal crisis of his own a few years back. “Anything you care to share?”
Her head came up, neck turning a dark shade of red. “No. Yes...” There was a long pause, as if she was struggling to figure out a way to tell him something. “I’m divorcing my husband, and things have been difficult.”
He sat back in his chair, relief washing through him that her crisis had nothing to do with him. Not that he was happy she was getting a divorce, but the way she’d backed away from him when he’d tried to help her with those boxes had set an alarm off in his head. He’d racked his brain thinking of something he might have done to make her uneasy around him, but had come up empty.
“A divorce.”
Okay, so the matter-of-fact way he’d said that had probably sounded crass and unfeeling. He hadn’t meant it to. After all, he’d been through a divorce himself and had lived to tell the tale.
“I’m not sure how my hours are a problem as long as I’m not endangering anyone.”
He leaned forward. “Sometimes you don’t realize you are until it’s too late.”
“Are we talking about me? Or are we talking about your hand?”
“Excuse me?” Only then did he realize that his injured hand was resting on his desk, the almost useless fingers curled into a ball.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
She was right. She shouldn’t have. Except the reason he’d asked her to step into his office had more to do with him than it did with her, and she’d just called him on it. He lifted his hand, turning it over and studying it for a few seconds. “Actually you’re right. I did call you in because of this. You’ve heard about what happened?”
“You know the grapevines. Not much escapes them.”
“Ah. I imagine not. And calling you in here isn’t personal. It’s professional. I don’t want to see anyone else ruin their career by working themselves to exhaustion.”
“I know my limits.”
He smiled to cover the churning in his gut caused by those words. He’d thought he’d known his limits too. How wrong he’d been. “Sometimes we only think we do.”
“Believe me, I have no desire to jeopardize something I love more than anything.”
He hadn’t wanted to either. But once Leticia died...
Swallowing, he stood. “I just wanted to bring it to your attention and ask you to stick to a more sensible schedule.”
She laughed and
climbed to her feet as well, tossing those wild errant locks back over her shoulder. “I think ‘doctor’ and ‘sensible schedule’ are incompatible terms, don’t you? Are you going to write me up?”
“Do I need to?”
“I hope not, but that’s your prerogative. You can even fire me, if you want. I can always practice somewhere else.”
And now he could bring up an earlier thought. “You’re already thinking of doing just that, though, aren’t you? Leaving?”
There was a long pause. “I hope it won’t come to that. My—ex—works for the EMT company that services this area. If he makes things difficult, I might choose to move.”
He took a step closer, gratified when she stood her ground this time. “How can I help? The hospital, that is.”
“You can’t. It’s something I have to work through myself. I’ll either be able to face him and move on, or I won’t. Our parting was not the most amicable in the world.”
That made him frown. “Let me know if he causes trouble.”
“I think he’s caused all the trouble he can. The sooner the divorce goes through, the better.” Fingers fiddled with a small gold ball that clung to the delicate lobe of her right ear. Something contracted in his chest.
She allowed her hand to drop back to her side, standing straight and tall. “I’m sure the last thing you want to hear today is someone moaning about their impending divorce.”
He glanced back at the safe.
Before he could even give voice to the question, she nodded. “Yes. He gave it to me. And all of those other items as well.”
“Ah, understandable. I still think it should be appraised. I can have that done if you’d like.”
“It’s up to you. I won’t want the necklace back no matter what its value.”
He glanced at her hand. No rings anymore, but the indentation was still there. “I’m sorry. About your breakup.”
“Thank you.” She shoved her hands in the pockets of her pants. “Now, if there’s nothing else...”
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