NYC Angels: Unmasking Dr. Serious

by Laura Iding

  Gorgeous surgeon—with a guarded heart

  Hotshot surgeon Dan Morris fixes his little patients’ hearts, but no woman has ever melted the icy barricades around his own.Then he meets cheery Molly Shriver, the physiotherapist treating his injured son. Her joie-de-vivre helps Dan see the world in a new light. Molly might be able to see behind Dan’s mask to the damaged man beneath, but she knows better than most that letting her help him heal is a whole other issue.…

  Step into the world of NYC Angels

  Looking out over Central Park, the Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital, affectionately known as Angel’s, is famed throughout America for being at the forefront of pediatric medicine, with talented staff who always go that extra mile for their little patients. Their lives are full of highs, lows, drama and emotion.

  In the city that never sleeps, the lifesaving docs at Angel’s Hospital work hard, play hard and love even harder. There’s always time for some sizzling after-hours romance….

  And striding the halls of the hospital, leaving a sea of fluttering hearts behind him, is the dangerously charismatic new head of neurosurgery, Alejandro Rodriguez. But there’s one woman, pediatrician Layla Woods, who’s left an indelible mark on his no-go-area heart.

  Expect their reunion to be explosive!

  NYC Angels

  Children’s doctors who work hard and love even harder…in the city that never sleeps!

  Dear Reader,

  I need one of those T-shirts that say I love New York! Visiting the Big Apple is fun as there are so many things to do and to see. I especially like seeing Broadway plays, the Statue of Liberty and jogging in Central Park (just to name a few).

  So I was thrilled and honored when I was asked to participate in the NYC Angels series by writing the third book.

  Dan Morris is a top-notch pediatric cardiothoracic surgeon who meets his match in physical therapist Molly Shriver. Molly makes it clear she is the one running the show when it comes to helping Dan’s son, Josh, to walk again.

  Both Dan and Molly have been burned by relationships in the past, but as they work together for Josh’s sake, is it possible they’ll get a second chance at love and family?

  I hope you enjoy Dan and Molly’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t hesitate to visit my website or find me on Facebook—I love to hear from my readers.

  Sincerely

  Laura Iding

  www.LauraIding.com

  NYC Angels:

  Unmasking Dr. Serious

  Laura Iding

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  NYC Angels

  Children’s doctors who work hard and love even harder…

  in the city that never sleeps!

  Step into the world of NYC Angels and enjoy two new stories a month

  Last month, New York’s most notoriously sinful bachelor, Jack Carter, found a woman he wanted to spend more than just one night with in

  NYC ANGELS: REDEEMING THE PLAYBOY by Carol Marinelli

  And reluctant socialite Eleanor Aston made the gossip headlines when the paparazzi discovered her baby bombshell in

  NYC ANGELS: HEIRESS’S BABY SCANDAL by Janice Lynn

  This month, cheery physiotherapist Molly Shriver melts the icy barricades around hotshot surgeon Dan Morris’s damaged heart in

  NYC ANGELS: UNMASKING DR. SERIOUS by Laura Iding

  And Lucy Edwards is finally tempted to let neurosurgeon Ryan O’Doherty in. But their fragile relationship will need to survive her most difficult revelation yet….

  NYC ANGELS: THE WALLFLOWER’S SECRET by Susan Carlisle

  Then, in May, newly single (and strictly off-limits!) Chloe Jenkins makes it very difficult for drop-dead-gorgeous Brad Davis to resist temptation!

  NYC ANGELS: FLIRTING WITH DANGER by Tina Beckett

  And after meeting single dad Lewis Jackson, tough-cookie head nurse Scarlet Miller wonders if she’s finally met her match….

  NYC ANGELS: TEMPTING NURSE SCARLET by Wendy S. Marcus

  Finally join us in June, when bubbly new nurse Polly Seymour is the ray of sunshine that brooding doc Johnny Griffin needs in

  NYC ANGELS: MAKING THE SURGEON SMILE by Lynne Marshall

  And Alex Rodriguez and Layla Woods come back into each other’s orbit, trying to fool the buzzing hospital grapevine that the spark between them has died. But can they convince each other?

  NYC ANGELS: AN EXPLOSIVE REUNION by Alison Roberts

  Be captivated by NYC Angels in this new eight-book continuity from Harlequin® Medical™ Romance.

  These books are also available in ebook format from

  www.Harlequin.com.

  To the Thursday Morning Breakfast Club. I value your support more than I can ever say.

  Special thanks and acknowledgment are given to Laura Iding for her contribution to the NYC Angels series.

  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

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  “NO-O-O-O!” JOSH WAILED, throwing his arms around the nanny’s neck when Dan tried to lift the boy off the sofa. “I want Gemma to take me!”

  Dan Morris gnashed his teeth, his gut burning with guilt as Josh showed him once again how much he preferred the company of Gemma, the middle-aged woman who’d been caring for him the past six months, over that of his father. But with the ease of long practice he buried his true feelings and kept his tone soft as he gently prised Josh away from Gemma, lifting his small frame into his arms.

  “It’s okay, Josh. Remember how I told you I’m going to be home with you for the next few weeks? We’re going to attend physical therapy together. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m going to be with you the whole time.”

  Josh didn’t look too impressed with his vow but thankfully stopped struggling, leaning against his father’s chest as if willing to accept his fate. He’d stopped crying too, but the occasional loud sniffle was just as difficult to bear.

  Dan tucked Josh into his booster seat in the backseat of the black BMW, buckling him securely into the harness before he himself slid into the driver’s seat, trying to think of a way to breach the chasm between them. He wanted Josh to know he was loved. Cherished. But how? Words alone hadn’t worked so far.

  “Daddy, is therapy going to hurt?”

  Helpless fury and guilt nearly choked him at his son’s innocent question. How many times had Josh asked him that same thing in the hospital? How many times had he been forced to answer yes?
He cleared his throat and smiled at Josh, using the rearview mirror. “No, Josh, therapy isn’t going to hurt. The therapist will exercise your legs. There won’t be any needles, I promise.”

  Josh settled back, seemingly reassured. Dan drove carefully through the busy Manhattan streets to the physiotherapy clinic located within the brick walls of Manhattan’s Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital, affectionately known as Angel’s, where his pediatric cardiothoracic surgery practice was located. He hoped physical therapist Molly Shriver was everything she’d been reported to be.

  He’d wanted the best, demanded the best for his son. He couldn’t bear to think about the grim possibility that Josh might never walk again. If this Molly Shriver was half as good as her reputation heralded her to be, he was convinced she was the one who could make that happen.

  He and Josh arrived ten minutes early because he despised being late. They’d barely settled into their seats in the waiting room when a young woman with bright green eyes and reddish-gold hair pulled back in a perky ponytail came out to greet them.

  “Good morning,” she said, smiling brightly, her attention focused, rightly so, on Josh. Dan had stood when she’d entered the room, but Josh was obviously still seated in the waiting-room chair, wearing shorts and a T-shirt as requested. She knelt beside Josh so that her eyes were level with his. “You must be Josh Morris, although you look much older than seven. Are you sure you’re not eight or nine?” she asked, her voice full of doubt.

  Josh giggled, and shook his head. “Nope. I’m seven but my birthday is in three weeks.”

  “Oh, goody! I love birthdays! We’ll have a party to celebrate!” she exclaimed, making Josh giggle again. “And that must be why you look so much older. My name is Molly and I’m so happy you came in to see me today.”

  Dan tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and watched, reluctantly impressed with how she’d immediately established a connection with his son. She seemed to know a lot about kids.

  No doubt, far more than he did.

  “We’re going to have lots of fun today, Josh,” Molly confided. She held out her hand to his son. “Are you ready to play some games with me?”

  All evidence of his former tears gone, Josh nodded eagerly as he reached for her hand. Fearing that she didn’t realize his son couldn’t walk, Dan quickly swooped down to swing Josh into his arms. “We’re ready,” he said gruffly, sending her a dark look.

  For a moment her gaze narrowed and her smile dimmed. “Did you leave Josh’s wheelchair out in the car?” she asked with feigned sweetness.

  Just the thought of seeing his son confined to a wheelchair made him break out in a cold sweat. He could spend twelve hours in surgery, meticulously reconnecting coronary arteries and veins to repair tiny damaged hearts, but those hours he’d sat at his son’s hospital bedside after the car crash had been the longest, darkest hours of his life. “No,” he said bluntly. “Josh won’t need a wheelchair. He has me. And now he has you, to help him learn how to walk again.”

  Her lips thinned and her smile faded even more. He thought she was going to pursue the issue, but instead she led the way through the doorway into another, much larger room. There were all kinds of exercise equipment scattered about, along with what appeared to be toys. Lots of toys, like brightly colored balls of every shape and size, jump ropes, bean bags and hula hoops. She gestured toward a padded table located on the right-hand side of the room. “Josh needs to sit right here. And why don’t you take a seat here, on his left?”

  He gently set Josh on the padded table, taken aback by how she wanted him right next to Josh, since he’d planned to just sit back and watch. “I can sit over there,” he said, indicating a hard plastic chair tucked in the corner of the room.

  “I’m afraid that won’t work,” Molly said cheerfully. “We’ll need you close by in order to help. Right, Josh?”

  “Right,” Josh agreed enthusiastically, although Dan was sure the boy had no idea what he was agreeing to.

  While it grated against his nerves to take orders from this petite woman, whose head barely reached the level of his chin, he’d vowed to do whatever was necessary for his son. And belatedly he realized she probably wanted to teach him the same exercises that she’d be doing with Josh, so he could reinforce them at home. “All right, then.” He pulled up a rolling stool to sit close to his son’s left side.

  “Excellent.” Molly grabbed a red plastic ball that was slightly smaller in circumference than a basketball, and took a seat on another rolling stool, positioning herself off to Josh’s right side. “We’re going to play catch, okay, Josh?”

  He nodded enthusiastically.

  “Watch carefully. I need you to toss the ball high in the air, like this...” She demonstrated what she meant, throwing her arms in the air and then keeping them over her head to catch the ball again. “And then catch it again like this. Are you ready?” she asked.

  When Josh nodded, she tossed the ball in a high arch, so that Josh had to lift up his arms to catch it. “Great!” she called with enthusiasm. “Now toss it back up in the air toward your dad.”

  Before Dan realized what was happening, Josh did as she requested, the ball going high in the air and crookedly off to one side, so that Dan had to react quickly in order to catch it. He wanted to scowl at the obvious amusement in Molly’s gaze, but as usual kept his feelings to himself. Besides, he found her enthusiasm and laughter oddly relaxing.

  “Good job, Josh. Now, Mr. Morris, toss the ball back to your son.”

  It was on the tip of his tongue to correct her, Dr. Morris, pediatric cardiothoracic surgeon, but right now the focus needed to be on his son. He didn’t mind taking the role of a concerned father. After all, he was currently on leave of absence from the hospital, with one of his partners covering his patients. “Dan,” he said shortly, as he did as she requested, tossing the ball up in the air so his son could reach out for it. “Call me Dan.”

  She didn’t answer, as if she couldn’t have cared less what his name was, and her gaze remained trained on his son. He tried to squelch a flash of annoyance. “Now, throw the ball back up in the air, toward me, Josh,” Molly said. “Up as high as you can.”

  This time Josh’s aim was a little better, although the ball still veered off to the side. They repeated this game several times, and Dan couldn’t help glancing at the clock with growing annoyance. Okay, maybe he could understand her need to establish a bond with his son, but was this really what their medical insurance was paying for? What good would tossing the ball in the air do for Josh’s legs? When was she going to start with his muscle-strengthening exercises?

  “Great job, Josh,” Molly said with another broad, cheerful smile. She looked and acted as if she absolutely loved her job. “Okay, now we’re going to work with a hacky sack.” She put the red ball back on the shelf and brought over a small round beanbag. “Have you ever played with a hacky sack, Josh?”

  “No,” he said, a tiny frown furrowing his brow as he watched Molly. She tossed the hacky sack into the air and bounced it off her elbow, aiming up so that she could catch it again. Then she repeated the motion with the other elbow, and then with her knee.

  It was on the tip of Dan’s tongue to remind her, again, that his son couldn’t walk or stand for any length of time to play the goofy game of hacky sack, but then she sat down on the rolling stool, still holding the small beanbag.

  “This isn’t an easy game, so you have to concentrate very hard,” she warne
d. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

  Josh’s big brown eyes were wide as he nodded.

  “Maybe we should get your dad to play, too,” Molly said, with a mischievous glint in her eye. Without warning she tossed the hacky sack into the air and then bounced it off her elbow and then her knee, aiming toward him. She hit it hard enough to make him scramble to reach up and grab it before the beanbag could smack him in the center of his forehead.

  His temper snapped as he tossed the hacky sack back in her lap. “Maybe you should quit playing games and get to work.” The moment the sharp words left his mouth he wanted to call them back, especially when Josh’s brown eyes darkened with wounded sorrow.

  Slicing his heart like the sharp blade of a scalpel.

  * * *

  It took everything Molly had to keep her relaxed smile on her face, when in reality she wanted to sweep Josh into her arms and take him far away from his ogre of a father.

  “Hmm, I think your dad got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, Josh,” she murmured, picking up the hacky sack and turning in her seat so that she faced Josh. She lowered her voice and leaned forward as if he was her coconspirator. “Or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t know how to play games,” she said as if they were sharing a big secret. “You and I are going to have to help teach him, okay?”

  Josh bit his lip and ducked his head, sending a worried glance at his father. “Okay,” he said in a very small voice, as if torn between siding with her and trying to protect his father.

  She did her best to ignore Dr. Morris’s piercing gaze. She knew very well who he was, of course. After all, she’d seen him at the ribbon-cutting ceremony when Angel’s had opened the new neonatal wing, although he hadn’t noticed her. Plus, she’d cared for many patients who’d had surgery performed by him. Parents raved about what a great surgeon he was.