by Jill Shalvis
Faith.
With her name on his lips, he suddenly knew what it was. He’d fallen in love with her. And damn it, instead of facing that, instead of telling her, he’d tried to ignore it, tried to let it pass. After all, he had work, he had a meeting, he had…nothing, absolutely nothing as important as this.
Since when did he take the easy way out? Never. And he wasn’t going to now either. Shoving the car in reverse, he craned his neck around and maneuvered himself out of the driveway and back into the dark, stormy night.
This wouldn’t—couldn’t—wait, and though it was nearly one in the morning, and the roads were a mess, he drove toward Faith’s house. Not wanting to scare her with a knock this late, he grabbed his cell phone to call ahead and warn her. He was coming over, and they were going to face this.
But unbelievably, she didn’t answer. He stared down at his cell phone, but he’d dialed correctly.
So…where was she? Had someone come to the clinic late, needing assistance? Yeah, that was probably it, and he sped up a little, hating the thought of her alone in that place with someone she didn’t know. She thought she was invincible, that since all she wanted to do was help people, no one would hurt her.
Unsettled, he pulled into the driveway, right behind her car. Her headlights were still on, and so were the windshield wipers, which had him all the more worried. Her car was stilling running and it’d been parked at an odd angle, as if she’d been so exhausted—
Then he saw the dark figure slumped over the wheel and his heart jerked to a halt. Racing through the rain, he whipped open her car door. “Faith,” he said hoarsely, and hunkered beside her, ignoring the rain deluging him, running down his face, soaking into his clothes. With one hand on her body, which was warm enough at least, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1 for an ambulance.
She lifted her head, and through her streaming hair, blinked at him. “Luke?”
“Just me.” He finished with dispatch, pocketed the phone and took a deep breath to steady himself. He was a doctor, a damned good one, so there was no logical reason for all his medical training to fly out the window simply because the woman he’d fallen in love with was in her car in a semiconscious state, confused, and looking like death warmed over. “You passed out, do you remember?”
She closed her eyes and put a hand to her head. “I’m fine now, if you’ll just move, I could get out.”
Right. And she’d crumple to the ground. “You’re slurring your words,” he said as calmly as he could. “You’ve bottomed out, haven’t you?”
“What?”
“Your blood sugar.”
“No… I…” She set her head back against the head-rest and kept her eyes closed. “Maybe.”
With every four-letter word in the book running through his head, he put his fingers over the pulse at her wrist. Thready. Her skin was clammy, and beneath his fingers he could feel her trembling. Damn it. “Where the hell is your purse?”
“I left it in the restaurant by accident.”
He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his Tic Tacs. Not exactly a sugar pill, but better than nothing. Shaking two into his hand, he held them up to her mouth.
Her tongue touched the palm of his hand and he felt the most irresponsible, inappropriate surge of lust, which added to his anger. “You didn’t eat dinner?”
“I—”
“You ignored all the signs and just kept going? Is that it?”
“Well—”
“What, you think you’re the Energizer Bunny? Christ, Faith, you have to listen to your body.”
“I know, I—”
“Be quiet.” He carried her to the door of the clinic, wanting her inside until the ambulance came, so mad he was now shaking.
“The keys are still in the car,” she said when they were both looking at the front door.
He set her down, ran to get the keys, then raced back. He might have lit into her again, but she was leaning against the door looking tired and dejected and so pathetic he didn’t have the heart for it.
Besides, he’d come for another reason entirely, and looking at her now, into her eyes that she thought hid so much and yet showed him everything, he melted all over again. “Faith…”
“Could you unlock the door?” she asked quietly. “And then I swear, I’ll go in and eat. I’ve already had my epiphany, Luke, so you don’t need to waste your night yelling at me. I promised myself in that car I would never, ever, let my blood sugar get so low again, that I would eat far more regularly, that my health has to come first.”
He unlocked the door and she moved inside, then turned to face him with a wan smile. “Thank you.”
And then, unbelievably, she started to shut the door. In his face.
“Faith.”
Her eyes met his, reluctantly, he thought. His own fault. “Aren’t you in the least bit curious as to why I’m here at one in the morning?”
Her eyes widened. “It’s that late?”
He put his foot in the door in case she decided she didn’t want to hear this and tried to shut it. She was a healer, she wouldn’t want to break his foot. “I had a reason for coming here.”
“You mean before you started yelling at me?” With a little moan, she held her head. “Damn it.”
“Sit down before you fall down,” he demanded, terrified all over again. He pushed her into a chair. Charged to the staff refrigerator and pulled out juice and some sliced cheese. He shoved them at her, not relaxing until she bit into the cheese. He could hear the siren of the ambulance now, and Faith let out a frustrated sound so devoid of any real temper he got even more unnerved. “You’re going to the hospital.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “I’ll be fine once I’ve eaten and—”
“You’re going and I’m going to run the tests myself.”
“I’m not going, Luke.” Her eyes were still closed, and she still hadn’t moved a muscle.
He lifted her into his arms.
“I’m feeling fine now… Luke—”
“You didn’t give your body rest, you didn’t eat right.”
“Yes, but I—”
“You work in a self-healing clinic, and you don’t even use the techniques on yourself?”
“I told you, I—”
“Yes, tell me. What the hell is that about?”
“Well, you’re a fine one to talk!” Feeling much better from the candy he’d given her, even if it was only a temporary fix, Faith poked him in the chest with a finger. “You work shifts just as long as I do, you ignore all of your own needs for your patients, you—”
“If I had a disease to take care of, I promise you, I sure as hell would!”
“Really? Well…”
“Well, what?” Luke demanded, nose to nose with her. Thunder boomed and neither of them jumped. “You don’t have anything to say, do you?”
“I do so, I—” She frowned.
“Oh, now you’re going to be quiet?”
She crossed her arms, the picture of an irritated woman. “I’m done yelling at you—this is stupid.”
“Really?” He put his wet nose to hers. “Try this for stupid. I came here to tell you something, something rather important actually, and I find you slumped over the wheel looking like death warmed over. You scared the hell out of me, damn it.”
“I didn’t mean to, but God, Luke, you’re just so bossy.”
“Bossy?” He nearly choked over the word.
“And then I thought I was never going to see you again, and—”
“Wait a minute. Back the damn train up. You were the one who said you didn’t want this to continue after my three months—”
“And do you think I don’t know that?”
His head was spinning, spinning away, she drove him that crazy.
“Luke, damn it, I—”
“Love you,” they both shouted at the same time. Then blinked. Stared at each other.
Lightning flashed.
The ambulance
pulled up. Two medics hopped out and peered into the clinic. Both of them recognized Luke, who held up a hand, signaling they needed a moment.
“What?” Luke asked her hoarsely, stepping close. “What did you just say?”
“The same thing as you, I think.” Very carefully, very purposely, Faith set her head down on his chest. She needed the support. Taking a peek, she saw Luke’s eyes, which had been dark with fear and anger and a whole host of things only a moment ago, were now wide with shock.
Much, she imagined, the way hers were.
He loved her. Was it really possible?
As if he was the weak one now, he stumbled back, and tugging her with him, sat down hard on a chair.
Faith landed in his lap.
The medics started forward, but Luke glared at them until they both retreated back a few steps. “Faith?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s try that again, but you go first this time.”
“Oh no,” she said demurely, her heart light for the first time in weeks. Months. Since the first time he’d walked through her door, as a matter of fact. “You came out in the middle of the night to talk to me. The least I can do is let you go first.”
His hair was slicked close to his head, and he blinked rainwater out of his eyes as he stared down at her. “You’re messing with my head, right?”
She was, and upon closer inspection of his fierce expression, she nearly melted, for he had stark fear lingering behind his eyes, fear she’d put there. “I’m sorry I drive you so crazy, Luke. I promise I’ll never take risks with my health again if you promise to give us everything you give your patients.”
“I didn’t know you wanted me to give us anything,” he said very quietly.
“I know, and that’s partly my fault, too, because I didn’t tell you how I feel.”
“But you’re going to tell me now.”
“Yes.” She smiled through her sudden tears and cupped his face. “I love you, Dr. Luke Walker. I love you with all my heart.”
“Even if I’m…bossy?”
“Especially because you’re bossy. That’s my favorite part of you, your utter confidence, your knowledge that you’re always right—”
He shut her up with a kiss that went a long way toward warming up her chilled body.
“Uh, Dr. Walker?” One of the medics once again stepped forward. “Is someone going to the hospital?” He wrapped his arms around himself. “Because it’s damn wet out there, and—”
“No one is going to the hospital,” Faith said, her eyes on Luke, who lifted a brow.
“Did you say I was the bossy one?” he asked.
“Yes. And don’t think it’s escaped my notice that I’ve done all the talking.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t break eye contact with her. “Sorry, guys, false alarm. Have the hospital bill me for the run, but I think I’ve got this situation under control.”
He waited until they’d driven off into the night before he spoke. “I thought my life was complete, even though my brother and Carmen kept telling me I was wrong, and that I needed love.”
“That must have gone over well.”
“I wasn’t looking for this,” he said quietly. “Wasn’t looking for anything but what I had at work, and yet it’s the oddest thing…” He stroked a wet strand of hair off her cheek but left his fingers on her skin. “I can’t imagine my life the way it was before you.”
“That’s incredibly sweet,” she whispered, snuggling even closer. “And I’ll want to hear that again and again, but right now I’m just looking for a review of those three little words that begins with ‘I’ and ends with ‘you’ and has a big word in the middle that starts with ‘L’.”
“I’m getting there,” he said, undeterred and apparently not willing to be rushed.
She wriggled a little on his lap, just a little, until his arms tightened and his breath caught.
“Okay, now you’re trying to rush me,” he accused, holding her hips to keep her still. “I’m trying to give you my heart here and you’re thinking of sex.”
“I’m thinking of sex, yes, but also more. I want your heart, Luke, more than anything. I promise to be careful with it.”
“Yeah. Careful would be good, as I’ve never given it away before.” He let out a slow breath. “I love you, Faith, and I think I have since I first laid eyes on you.”
Joy sang through her and she wrapped her arms around him. “Do you think we can go upstairs now?”
Grinning, he surged up with her in his arms. “I was just afraid you and your hot little bod would distract me and I wouldn’t say what I’d come to say.”
“Well…” She bit his lower lip, then soothed it with a lick of her tongue. “You’ve said what you wanted to say now, right? So…you’re ready for a distraction?”
“Definitely, though you should know our first activity is going to be to eat. But distract away.”
“Distracting away.” Leaning in, she whispered a naughty suggestion, something that would keep them busy until sunrise.
His eyes darkened. “Sounds good, but I’m thinking beyond sunrise.”
“Okay…how about until…tomorrow night?”
“Nope.”
God. She pulled back, horrified. She’d assumed he’d meant there were no more time restrictions on them, but he’d never really said—
“I’m thinking forever,” he said. “Does forever work for you? Sharing my life, heart and soul forever?”
She swallowed hard past the lump in her throat and nodded past her tears. “Well, I suppose it’s only fair,” she whispered. “Since that’s how long I want to share mine with you.”
EPILOGUE
Two weeks later
FAITH SAT IN the staff room, a cup of green tea in front of her, fascinated by her own left hand.
“Would you stop it?” Shelby complained. “You’re blinding me.”
Faith grinned as she, for the hundredth time, shifted her fingers to catch the light on her diamond engagement ring.
“Hey, slackers,” Luke said as he came into the room, dressed to see patients. “It’s Saturday and you have a full clinic.” He clapped his hands like the dictator he sometimes forgot he wasn’t. “Let’s hit it.”
Then he caught sight of what Faith was drinking and went utterly still. “What are you doing?”
“Drinking green tea. Did you know it has qualities that help regulate blood sugar and insulin levels?”
“It also lowers cholesterol,” Shelby said helpfully.
Luke took the cup away.
“Hey,” Faith protested. “I just made that.”
He set it on the counter and turned back to her. “Too much green tea isn’t good for pregnant women.”
Shelby gasped.
So did Faith. “First of all,” she said slowly. “How do you even know that?”
“Hey, you’re not the only one who knows some naturopathic stuff.”
Faith smiled, but it slowly faded. “I’m not pregnant, Luke.”
“I thought we weren’t sure.”
She sighed. “I am today.” She didn’t look at him for a moment because suddenly she felt…uncertain. How would he feel about that? Relieved? Upset?
But then he was right there, gently lifting her chin, kissing her softly. “Are you okay?”
“For now,” she answered as honestly as she could. “But I have to admit to an odd disappointment.”
“Yeah.” His eyes were soft on hers. “I know.”
“I still want to wear your ring,” she said, possessively pulling it to her chest.
“God, I hope so,” he said fervently.
Faith stood up to hug him. “And there’s always…” She leaned and bit his earlobe.
Shelby rolled her eyes. “Take it to a bedroom.”
“Always…what?” Luke asked huskily.
Faith soothed the nip she’d just taken with her tongue. “Practicing,” she whispered.
“I’m not hearing this,” Shelby said, putting
her hands to her ears.
Luke’s hands slid down Faith’s body and his mouth nibbled at her throat. “Practicing… I like that. I like that a lot.”
* * * * *
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Novel
CHASING CHRISTMAS EVE
Available from Avon Books September 2017
Meet cute…
Run for the hills—temporarily. That’s Colbie Albright’s plan when she flees New York for San Francisco. Wrangling her crazy family by day and writing a bestselling YA fantasy series by night has taken its toll. In short, Colbie’s so over it that she’s under it. She’s also under the waters of a historic San Francisco fountain within an hour of arrival. Fortunately, the guy who fishes Colbie out has her looking forward to Christmas among strangers. But she’s pretty sure Spencer Baldwin won’t be a stranger for long.
Make merry…
Spence’s commitment to hiding from the Ghosts of Relationships Past means he doesn’t have to worry about the powerful—okay, crazy hot—chemistry he’s got with Colbie. Just because she can laugh at anything, especially herself…just because she’s gorgeous and a great listener…just because she “gets” Spence immediately doesn’t mean he won’t be able to let Colbie go. Does it?
…and hope for a miracle.
Now the clock’s ticking for Colbie and Spence: Two weeks to cut loose. Two weeks to fall hard. Two weeks to figure out how to make this Christmas last a lifetime.
PROLOGUE
#OhPluckIt
Colbie Albright stood in the crowded LaGuardia Airport staring up at the flight departure board. Her chest was tight and her throat felt like it was closing in.
Classic anxiety, she told herself. Just breathe right through it.
Not that her body listened to her brain. Her body rarely listened to good sense.
In any case, it was December 1 and people were rushing all around her like chickens without their heads, while she stood still trying to figure out her choice of destination. Her only requirements were warm and tropical. An exotic beach would fit the bill perfectly.
Aruba.
Jamaica.
Oooh, I wanna take you…
