by: Traci Douglass
Series: Anchorage Mercy Hospital
Genre: Contemporary Medical Romance
Release Date: January 1, 2020
Publisher: Harlequin Medical Romances
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Could her temporary fiancé…
…become her husband for life?
To secure the job of her dreams, midwife Carmen Sanchez needs a fiancé, and fast! Paramedic Zac Taylor should be the last man she asks—there’s nothing fake about the attraction between them! Yet while lone wolf Zac might not be interested in forever, he pulls out all the stops to play fiancé of the year—and their make-believe engagement starts to feel all too real…
Carmen was doing her best to portray her usual efficient self, even though her insides were still fluttering from Zac’s heated flirtation. Lord help her… If one brief encounter with him had her this riled up, she was in big trouble for the weekend ahead.
“I’ll go in and talk to her for a bit…answer any questions she might have…then send her on her way. Thank you, Dr. Farber.”
“My pleasure.” Tom gave her and Zac one more assessing look before backing away toward the elevators. “You kids have fun.”
“We will, thanks,” Zac said, raising his hand.
“No, we won’t.” Carmen gave him a narrowed stare. “Fun is the last thing we’ll be having this weekend.”
“Remind me again why I’m going, then?” He raised a brow at her, then sighed. “I know… To help out a friend. Got it. Trust me. This won’t be a party for me either.”
It was her turn to snort now. “Really? Why not? Free stay at a luxury resort, all expenses paid? Sounds like a great time to me.”
When he didn’t answer right away she looked up from the paperwork she was filling out and noticed his playful expression had turned serious.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s not important.”
He looked away and she saw the shadow of something cross his handsome face. Before she could ask about it though, one of the nurses came up to the desk and started talking to him.
Carmen felt a quick pinch of unaccountable jealousy before she pushed it aside. She had no claim on Zac Taylor. He was helping her out this weekend. That was all.
She sighed and returned to her documentation, doing her best to ignore Zac and failing miserably. Seeing Tom and Wendy so happy together with their new baby, plus Tom’s daughter Sam from his previous marriage, had given Carmen hope that she’d find the same for herself someday—if she ever found the time to date again in her busy schedule.
Until then she was stuck with fake fiancés and imaginary lovers.
Exhaling slowly, Carmen signed off on the patient’s discharge papers and handed them to the nurse, telling her to let the patient know she’d be in momentarily to answer her questions, then continued scribbling on the patient’s chart.
Zac remained steadfastly beside her, and she gave him a side glance and rubbed her stiff neck. “Don’t you have another EMS run to go on, or something?”
“It’s Tuesday. Things are slow. Susan and I are just hanging out until the clock runs down or another call comes in.”
Her stupid neck cramped again and she winced, cursing softly.
“Here.” He brushed her hand aside, massaging the knots in her neck and upper shoulders with those long, strong fingers of his. Between the heat of his body behind her, penetrating her scrubs, and the heavenly feel of his talented digits easing away her tension, Carmen nearly melted into a puddle of goo at the man’s feet. Good thing she had the desk there to hold her up.
“You shouldn’t push yourself so hard.”
She scoffed. “I push myself because that’s what it takes to survive.”
“Last time I checked this was Alaska, not the apocalypse.”
“You never know when things could fall apart. Slack off and you could lose everything.”
She closed her eyes as he worked on a particularly sore spot between her shoulder blades with his thumbs, leaving her feeling far too relaxed and vulnerable.
Reluctantly, Carmen forced herself to step away from him. “Besides, I’ve got more than myself to provide for.”
“Hmm? Tell me more about that.” Zac said, leaning against the counter once more. “I know we’re exchanging fact sheets, but if we’re going to pretend to be in love I’d like to hear about your family and your responsibilities from you. What’s important to you should seem important to me if we want this to be believable.”
The reminder of the upcoming weekend was like a glass of icy water to her face. Carmen straightened and moved out from under his touch. She had to keep her head and be cool, calm, and rational about this if she wanted to succeed.
“My mother and my sister live with me. My mother is ill and requires round-the-clock care. My sister is trying to get into the nursing program as the University of Alaska after she graduates from high school in May. Both things are expensive. This new job in California pays more money and has more responsibility. That’s all you need to know for now. If you’ll excuse me? I need to go back in with my patient. Unlike you, I still have several hours left on my shift.”
She started to walk away, only to have him tag along next to her.
Damn. Hopefully he’d drop the subject of her private life. She didn’t like talking about herself. She especially didn’t like feeling such a strong attraction to a man who made her want to open up to him, made her want to confide in him and lean on him. All of that was completely unacceptable.
Men were unreliable. Her father had taught her that lesson the day he’d walked out on them, leaving her poor mother to work three jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. Because of that, Carmen had virtually raised her little sister Clara.
Forget childhood. She’d had to grow up quickly. The more self-reliant she was, the better.
Perhaps her upbringing was the reason why midwifery suited her so well. Well, that and the fact that her patients needed her. Carmen liked to be needed. She was used to being needed, no matter the time involved or the personal cost. When a call for help came in she shut off her feelings and got the job done.
Which was just as well because messy emotions only got in the way.
Instead of heading back into the trauma bay she continued on around the corner, deciding to burn off a little energy before speaking with her patient again. The nurse would be busy going over the discharge papers anyway.
They reached the stairwell and Carmen stopped, pushing open the door.
“I thought you were going to see your patient?” Zac said.
“I am—in a minute.” Carmen’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out. “Need to take this phone call first.”
Not exactly true. But if she didn’t get away from Zac soon she was liable to do something stupid—like push him up against the wall and have her wicked way with him.
He continued to stand there, staring at her, looking far too gorgeous for his own good, which annoyed her to no end. “Anything else I can do for you?”
Zac opened his mouth and then closed it, as if reconsidering his words. He backed away slightly. “It’s okay to let people in sometimes.”
“Seriously?” She laughed and shook her head, doing her best to sound flippant. “Maybe you should take your own advice, then, mister, instead of shutting me down each time I ask a personal question about you. See you later, Zac.”
“Is that a challenge?” he called from behind her. “I love a challenge.”
Carmen chuckled as the door closed behind her, leaving her alone in the stairwell. She leaned back against the wall, her heart still pounding and her mind still racing.
Silly. So silly. Just infatuation. That was all her reaction was.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself—only to have more images of their one night together flash through her head. The two of them entwined in her sheets…him bringing her to release again and again as she cried out his name in ecstasy.
No matter how drunk she’d been that night, a girl didn’t forget something that good.
Weys, dat boy rel bess…
The Trinidadian slang echoed in Carmen’s head. And it wasn’t wrong.
Zac was really sexy. Sexy times a thousand. Sexy times infinity and beyond.
She was in trouble and the conference hadn’t even started yet.
“I’ll go in and talk to her for a bit…answer any questions she might have…then send her on her way. Thank you, Dr. Farber.”
“My pleasure.” Tom gave her and Zac one more assessing look before backing away toward the elevators. “You kids have fun.”
“We will, thanks,” Zac said, raising his hand.
“No, we won’t.” Carmen gave him a narrowed stare. “Fun is the last thing we’ll be having this weekend.”
“Remind me again why I’m going, then?” He raised a brow at her, then sighed. “I know… To help out a friend. Got it. Trust me. This won’t be a party for me either.”
It was her turn to snort now. “Really? Why not? Free stay at a luxury resort, all expenses paid? Sounds like a great time to me.”
When he didn’t answer right away she looked up from the paperwork she was filling out and noticed his playful expression had turned serious.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s not important.”
He looked away and she saw the shadow of something cross his handsome face. Before she could ask about it though, one of the nurses came up to the desk and started talking to him.
Carmen felt a quick pinch of unaccountable jealousy before she pushed it aside. She had no claim on Zac Taylor. He was helping her out this weekend. That was all.
She sighed and returned to her documentation, doing her best to ignore Zac and failing miserably. Seeing Tom and Wendy so happy together with their new baby, plus Tom’s daughter Sam from his previous marriage, had given Carmen hope that she’d find the same for herself someday—if she ever found the time to date again in her busy schedule.
Until then she was stuck with fake fiancés and imaginary lovers.
Exhaling slowly, Carmen signed off on the patient’s discharge papers and handed them to the nurse, telling her to let the patient know she’d be in momentarily to answer her questions, then continued scribbling on the patient’s chart.
Zac remained steadfastly beside her, and she gave him a side glance and rubbed her stiff neck. “Don’t you have another EMS run to go on, or something?”
“It’s Tuesday. Things are slow. Susan and I are just hanging out until the clock runs down or another call comes in.”
Her stupid neck cramped again and she winced, cursing softly.
“Here.” He brushed her hand aside, massaging the knots in her neck and upper shoulders with those long, strong fingers of his. Between the heat of his body behind her, penetrating her scrubs, and the heavenly feel of his talented digits easing away her tension, Carmen nearly melted into a puddle of goo at the man’s feet. Good thing she had the desk there to hold her up.
“You shouldn’t push yourself so hard.”
She scoffed. “I push myself because that’s what it takes to survive.”
“Last time I checked this was Alaska, not the apocalypse.”
“You never know when things could fall apart. Slack off and you could lose everything.”
She closed her eyes as he worked on a particularly sore spot between her shoulder blades with his thumbs, leaving her feeling far too relaxed and vulnerable.
Reluctantly, Carmen forced herself to step away from him. “Besides, I’ve got more than myself to provide for.”
“Hmm? Tell me more about that.” Zac said, leaning against the counter once more. “I know we’re exchanging fact sheets, but if we’re going to pretend to be in love I’d like to hear about your family and your responsibilities from you. What’s important to you should seem important to me if we want this to be believable.”
The reminder of the upcoming weekend was like a glass of icy water to her face. Carmen straightened and moved out from under his touch. She had to keep her head and be cool, calm, and rational about this if she wanted to succeed.
“My mother and my sister live with me. My mother is ill and requires round-the-clock care. My sister is trying to get into the nursing program as the University of Alaska after she graduates from high school in May. Both things are expensive. This new job in California pays more money and has more responsibility. That’s all you need to know for now. If you’ll excuse me? I need to go back in with my patient. Unlike you, I still have several hours left on my shift.”
She started to walk away, only to have him tag along next to her.
Damn. Hopefully he’d drop the subject of her private life. She didn’t like talking about herself. She especially didn’t like feeling such a strong attraction to a man who made her want to open up to him, made her want to confide in him and lean on him. All of that was completely unacceptable.
Men were unreliable. Her father had taught her that lesson the day he’d walked out on them, leaving her poor mother to work three jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. Because of that, Carmen had virtually raised her little sister Clara.
Forget childhood. She’d had to grow up quickly. The more self-reliant she was, the better.
Perhaps her upbringing was the reason why midwifery suited her so well. Well, that and the fact that her patients needed her. Carmen liked to be needed. She was used to being needed, no matter the time involved or the personal cost. When a call for help came in she shut off her feelings and got the job done.
Which was just as well because messy emotions only got in the way.
Instead of heading back into the trauma bay she continued on around the corner, deciding to burn off a little energy before speaking with her patient again. The nurse would be busy going over the discharge papers anyway.
They reached the stairwell and Carmen stopped, pushing open the door.
“I thought you were going to see your patient?” Zac said.
“I am—in a minute.” Carmen’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out. “Need to take this phone call first.”
Not exactly true. But if she didn’t get away from Zac soon she was liable to do something stupid—like push him up against the wall and have her wicked way with him.
He continued to stand there, staring at her, looking far too gorgeous for his own good, which annoyed her to no end. “Anything else I can do for you?”
Zac opened his mouth and then closed it, as if reconsidering his words. He backed away slightly. “It’s okay to let people in sometimes.”
“Seriously?” She laughed and shook her head, doing her best to sound flippant. “Maybe you should take your own advice, then, mister, instead of shutting me down each time I ask a personal question about you. See you later, Zac.”
“Is that a challenge?” he called from behind her. “I love a challenge.”
Carmen chuckled as the door closed behind her, leaving her alone in the stairwell. She leaned back against the wall, her heart still pounding and her mind still racing.
Silly. So silly. Just infatuation. That was all her reaction was.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself—only to have more images of their one night together flash through her head. The two of them entwined in her sheets…him bringing her to release again and again as she cried out his name in ecstasy.
No matter how drunk she’d been that night, a girl didn’t forget something that good.
Weys, dat boy rel bess…
The Trinidadian slang echoed in Carmen’s head. And it wasn’t wrong.
Zac was really sexy. Sexy times a thousand. Sexy times infinity and beyond.
She was in trouble and the conference hadn’t even started yet.
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Traci Douglass is a USA Today Bestselling Author whose stories feature sizzling heroes with humor, quick wits and troubled pasts and heroines who are smart, tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves cute animals, chocolate, coffee, hot UK actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that order.
Her books are published with Harlequin/Mills & Boon, Entangled Publishing, and Tule Publishing.
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