Jessica was going to rip that surgeon a new asshole when she saw him. That was what she was going to do!
She plopped down in the recliner next to Tyler’s bed and tapped her foot on the floor at mach three.
Asshole. Jerk. Over-bearing, over-protective, know-it-all surgeon. So what if she had a different last name? So what if she was a reporter? Tyler was her twin, and Gabriel was her stepbrother from her mom’s second husband. He’d been her brother since she was twelve. Different last name? Yeah. But so fucking what? Gabriel and his brother and sister had a different dad, and Tyler had elected to keep their biological father’s name. Jessica preferred to think of her father as the sperm donor and had assumed her mother’s maiden name of Finley when she turned eighteen.
Dr. Walker probably wouldn’t understand any of that. He probably grew up in a house with a white picket fence, two parents who actually loved each other and stayed together forever, and a golden retriever named Max who played fetch and slept at the foot of his bed every night to chase the monsters away.
“What are you so mad about, Jess? I can feel the rage from over here.” Tyler’s hoarse voice brought her back from the land of imagining ways to torture Dr. Walker, some of which were beginning to distract her. She’d imagined stringing him up naked, but the whole naked thing had ruined it for her. Completely distracting thought. He was supposed to be old, and ugly, and annoying. Not young, gorgeous, and annoying.
“Oh, the jerk who operated on you got me kicked out of recovery. I told him I was a reporter and since we don’t have the same last name, he didn’t believe I was your sister.”
“Well, you’re here now.”
She swung her purse at the side of the chair, like a giant pendulum dancing above the white tile floor. It sped up in time with her irritation as her fingers twisted the soft leather handle. “I had to call the sperm donor.” And for that she would never, ever forgive Mr. Hottie-pants doctor. Talking to her father was her least favorite thing in the world. She would have had to call him anyway, to tell him about the accident, but she’d kind of been hoping she could dump that responsibility on one of her siblings, one that didn’t equate the sound of his voice to fingernails on a chalkboard.
“Oh, shit.” Tyler chuckled, then gasped in pain. “Oh God, Jess. Don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”
Jessica jumped to her feet and was at his side. “Do you want me to call the nurse?” She looked down at her brother. Normally, the girls swooned at his blond hair and blue eyes. Right now, he looked like death warmed over, his fair skin nearly as pale as hers.
“No. Just don’t make me laugh. Or move.” He lifted his head to look down at his body, but everything was covered with the standard white hospital blankets. An IV was in his left hand, and he cautiously lowered both hands to his abdomen to feel the thick bandaging the nurses had wrapped around his gut to hold all his bits in. “What the hell happened?”
“You flipped your truck on Sante Fe.”
His head dropped back onto the pillow and he moaned. “Shit. Where’s Gabriel?” His blood pressure monitor beeped and Jessica glanced up to see his pulse had skyrocketed.
Jessica grabbed his hand, careful of the IV. “He’s fine, Ty. He broke his leg. That’s it. He’s already sitting up, eating Jell-O and flirting with the nurses. You had major surgery, almost bled to death, and you’ve been out of it for hours.”
Tyler took a deep, shuddering breath and winced. Jessica winced with him. He was a mess. A royal mess. “Memorial services for your truck, however, will be next Wednesday at two.”
“Shit. I loved that truck.” His truck was a big black monster with an extended, four-door cab, dually wheels, and enough custom chrome to glow in the dark. It wasn’t a country boy’s work truck, it was a truck meant to show off and attract women, like he needed any help in that department.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Amanda Adams fell in love with books at a very early age. Her earliest memories are of sitting on her mother’s lap reading Cinderella and Snow White and Rose Red over, and over, and over again until she had them memorized –- she was too young to know the alphabet.
Amanda started writing stories in big, sloppy handwriting in a wide-rule notebook when she was bored, during class (of course) in the fifth grade. Her favorite stories always include excitement, adventure and a handsome hero guaranteed to sweep her off her feet.
Amanda lives in beautiful Colorado with her husband (her high-school sweetheart who proved the reality of “love at first sight”) and three teenagers whom she reminds, repeatedly… “If it’s not in my phone, it’s not happening,” because her mind is oh-so-often far away living a fairy tale. (That’s code for – if an alarm doesn’t go off, she forgets to pick up her kids from school…)
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Once upon a time Mitchell Walker fell in love…and trusted the wrong woman. That one mistake nearly cost him his future.
Now he is a young, successful surgeon. Women throw themselves at his feet, and he gives them what they want, as long as they don’t ask for his heart. The strategy is working well for him until he meets freelance reporter Jessica Finley.
She’s smart, she makes him laugh, and she sees right through his playboy persona.
Jessica’s fire may burn hot enough to keep him up all night, but will her love be strong enough to burn away the ghosts of his past and melt the ice around his heart?