He’s the one worth keeping!

Love at first sight? Cassie Michaels thinks that notion exists only in the movies. Until she meets Peter Chapman and finds herself in deep, that is! He’s gorgeous, charming and very determined to see where this attraction can go. So even though the small-town E.R. where they work has a no-dating policy, it’s not long before she’s seeing him after hours.

But the rush of this affair takes a backseat when Cassie receives a serious diagnosis. How can she focus on a commitment with Peter when she needs to focus on recovering? Still, he proves his worth when he doesn’t walk away so easily….

“Do you think this is a date?”

“It will be if you kiss me,” Peter replied instantly.

Cassie laughed. “Be serious.”

Oh, he was serious. Okay, she’d spoken her mind, he’d followed suit. He couldn’t help himself. “I’d like to kiss that sexy baseball cap right off your head.”

“We just met a short time ago, Peter.”

“Does it matter?”

Her gaze slid from his face to the lighthouse behind him, as if thinking over her next answer. When those beautiful blue eyes darkened with desire, his blood fired. The twin braids falling over her shoulders lay like two lifelines to her mouth. He watched caution replace the want in her eyes as he lifted the baseball cap from her head. She leaned back. “Slow down, surfer dude.”

Those were definitely not the words he wanted to hear.

Dear Reader,

It’s so easy to be in love when all is well in the world. Love is truly tested and the real measure of a man or woman comes to light when adversity strikes. As a hopeless romantic, I prefer to believe that love conquers all. This fact was proven to me when my beautiful niece, an emergency room nurse, was struck with cancer in her late twenties.

Cassie Michaels, the heroine in A Man to Believe In, was drawn from this vibrant, beautiful and compassionate woman, who attracts the admiration of her coworkers, friends and family because she is so generous with her own love. In the beginning of her career, she met and fell in love with her boyfriend, who is also an emergency room nurse—a man of integrity, honor and love.

When this inspirational woman was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma, her prognosis was good, but the chemotherapy was grueling. Hair and weight loss, nausea, lethargy, lack of appetite—all draining and distressing—brought some dark moments, but she never lost her positive attitude. When she was at her absolute lowest point during treatment, her boyfriend asked her to marry him. He wanted her to understand his deep love for her and his absolute confidence that they would spend the rest of their lives together. Today, my niece is free of cancer. When this book is released, these two lovers will have been married for two months. I will be at their wedding, celebrating my socks off!

I cherish a good love story, whether in real life or fiction. A Man to Believe In is complete fiction, but know that it was inspired by a true love story that I watched unfold, through adversity, only to triumph into happily ever after. God, I love my job!

Happy reading, my friend! Please let me know how you liked the story. Contact me at kathleenpickering@ymail.com.

Much love,

Kathleen Pickering

A Man to Believe In

Kathleen Pickering

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kathleen Pickering believes the best stories are drawn from real life, where readers can relate to the action and breathe that sigh of satisfaction at the end when the hero and heroine find “happiness ever after.” Inspiration is never more rewarding than achieving one’s goals—whether in love or life—after overcoming challenges with dignity, integrity and grace. Kathleen draws her characters and stories from real-life situations. She loves to travel and usually finds her adventures become research for her writing, because love and adversity dwell everywhere. When she sees or experiences either, she is surely taking note to share with her readers.

This book is dedicated to Marrianna and Drew—true inspiration for the power of love in their lives and in their professional world.

Contents

Prologue

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

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Epilogue

Excerpt

PROLOGUE

NO WAY COULD he compete with the dead.

Peter approached the memorial, the sculpture’s relief taking shape against the silhouetting sunrise. A pink granite pillar supported the bronze form of a man standing in a boat. The inscription read In Remembrance of Those Lost at Sea While Fishing These Waters.

His insides wrenched at the thought of Cassie surviving a near brush with death yesterday, Kyle’s name, not his, on her lips. He remembered the grateful look of love in her eyes when she had regained consciousness and had seen him. Yet, when speaking about going home, she had wanted Kyle.

A damned ghost.

The woman of his dreams was fighting for her life. All he wanted to do was love her, help her heal. But no. She turned him away, along with his offer of marriage, because of a man and a memory lost at sea years ago. Peter couldn’t even lay hands on the dude to punch him out for breaking her heart and get some satisfaction and release from his anger.

His tormentor stood over him in the form of Montauk’s larger-than-life memorial—a muscled fisherman, shirtless, wearing waders and hauling a line. The fisherman stared away from Peter with sightless eyes, intent on the invisible catch over the side of the boat.

Peter pulled the engagement ring from his pocket. His grandmother’s ring. Saved for the perfect woman. From his other pocket, he drew a pocketknife. As the morning sun rose over the horizon and splashed brilliant gold light around him, Peter kneeled to the left of the fisherman, and sliced deep into the grass. In a hole deep enough to siphon his life, he buried the ring, marking the burial place in his heart.

He walked away.

Sometimes the ocean—and the dead—had no mercy.

CHAPTER ONE

Six months ago...

PETER CHAPMAN’S PICKUP crested the hill leading into Montauk Point, revealing his first glimpse of The End—the very tip of New York’s Long Island. The sunrise bursting over the Atlantic Ocean shone straight into his gut. Rays of gold illuminating the clouds lifted his spirits higher than the seagulls soaring overhead.

Exhausted from the long drive, he lowered the window, letting the brisk morning air rouse him awake. Peter whistled softly into the headset attached to his cell phone. “I made it, Gil. I’m home.”

“Well done, bro! I feel like I’ve arrived with you.”

Peter chuckled. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he rubbed his dry, itching eyes with the other. “You did, Gil. You stayed up all night, talking when I got tired. You shared the driving.”

“Just making sure you’re okay.”

Gilbert did stuff like that, as a friend more than an older brother. Though only eleven months his senior, the older status didn’t really count. They’d always been there for each other.

Peter steered the truck into the valley of the next rise, anticipating the view from the hilltop. He wanted to imprint this new vista in his mind every time he closed his eyes instead of seeing the accusing hurt in Melanie Chapman’s gaze, which had haunted him the entire ride here. Five days on the road from Los Angeles hadn’t erased the guilt of his last moments with his mother before leaving.

“The way Mom looked at me tore my heart out, Gil.”

Gilbert scoffed. “We went over this already. She’s messing with your head, as always. I don’t know why you let her get to you.” His voice dropped. “Besides, you had no choice. Even Uncle Michael said so. She’ll be fine where she is.”

Peter had spent a lifetime protecting his gentle-spirited brother from their mother’s depressive state. It felt good to have the tables turned with Gil supporting Peter’s choice to leave home. Peter had also shielded their mother’s sporadic substance abuse from prying eyes, learning quickly as an adolescent that if he let his mother sleep off her weeks, sometimes months, of depression, it freed him up to run the household and keep their world as normal as possible without outside intervention. Once his brother moved to San Francisco, Peter’s job of holding the family together was over. Uncle Michael, his mother’s brother, had been there for the boys when he could, but knowing Peter had carried the brunt of the responsibilities through the years, Michael insisted that there was nothing more Peter needed to do. Right now, he didn’t want to think about it.

“So, I guess you’re ready to catch some sleep,” he said to his brother. “I should let you go.”

Gil yawned into the phone. “Yeah. Feels like I pulled one of your all-nighters studying when you were in school.”

“Couldn’t have made the grade without you and Rudy backing me up.”

Gil chuckled. “After two years, he’s still telling me how great you looked in your nursing uniform at graduation.”

Peter laughed. “I’ll send a set of scrubs anytime you want.”

Peter had busted his tail to get through nursing school, and had loved his two-year stint in the E.R. in Los Angeles. Gilbert and his partner, Rudy, were the only ones who supported him from graduation until now, and still cheered him on. They were all the family he needed, but staying around L.A. wasn’t an option any longer. When the opening for the emergency room nurse in Montauk appeared, he had grabbed it and run.

Anyplace that touted itself as The End was exactly where he wanted to be—as far away as he could get from the fact that he’d failed his mother. In his heart, Peter believed he had caved and threw in the towel, despite Uncle Michael insisting that a twenty-eight-year-old man needed to pursue his own life.

“Well, I’m as far away from Los Angeles as a man can get while staying in the good old U.S.A.”

“No, bro.” Gil gave an exaggerated sigh. “You could have gone to Maine.”

“Too rocky to surf and the water is freezing.” He’d researched Montauk, and the surfing had capped the deal. Seems the remote fishing village had some of the best waves on the East Coast. Locals even surfed through the winter with the proper gear. Arriving in Montauk now, he’d have time to adjust to the area before the traditional surfing season.

“A nursing career and surfing? We might not ever see you again.”

Peter glanced through the rearview mirror at the bed of his pickup, which carried his few belongings. Three surfboards and a trunk with some household basics, his clothes, the LEGO he’d loved as a kid. Maybe one day he’d have a kid of his own to pass them on. After he outgrew LEGO, he had discovered the water, and surfing had become his saving grace. When Mom wigged out, he put her to bed and hit the beach where he didn’t have to think about anything but the next wave.

Cresting another hill, Peter slowed the truck way down. A woman riding a mountain bike glided from the center to the side of the road. He wanted to pass her safely. Besides, the flash of her long-sleeved T-shirt and tight biking shorts made him want to see more. He pulled up beside her, slowing enough to enjoy the view, especially that trim butt. A mass of blond curls fell down her back. Sunglasses and a baseball cap shielded her eyes. Hey, no bike helmet? He’d like to give her a lecture on biking safety. Any excuse would do to pull over that beauty and engage her attention. What a great mouth and just enough determination to that chin. All in a glance. She was his type of girl. He was gawking like a schoolboy and couldn’t stop himself.

She glanced his way then did a double take. She must have liked what she saw because her frown turned into a smile that nearly floored him.

Not wanting to look like a jerk, he sped up. “Nice!” The move to Montauk kept getting better and better.

“What is?” Gil asked.

“Bro, I gotta go. Riding next to some local wildlife and she looks promising.”

Gil laughed. “Why don’t you stop her and ask for directions?”

“Great idea. I’ll call later. Love you, bro.”

Not wanting to ogle the woman, he passed giving her enough room for safety. She waved her thanks. He smiled but really wanted to whistle. He’d keep an eye out for her around town. Meanwhile, he became so preoccupied watching this awesome female in the side mirror that he swerved to miss a deer darting into his path from the woods across the street. Glad to miss it, he didn’t expect a buck following the doe to bolt in front of the truck. He yanked the wheel too hard, veering off the road toward a shallow ditch. No room to maneuver.

“Damn!”

The truck nose-dived into the narrow embankment. Impact stopped his truck, but not before Peter’s head smacked the steering wheel. The clatter of his surfboards flying around the flatbed filled his ears.

“What the...?” His forehead stung. Wet warmth trickled into his eye. His vision began fading, and he realized he was bleeding and blacking out. He couldn’t stop the sensation. Almost as an afterthought, the air bag released to catch his fall.

* * *

BUZZING IN HIS ears grew louder. An antiseptic scent invaded his nostrils. Hospital. Familiar. Peter tried to open his eyes, but the light hurt. He closed them once more.

“Well, this is a fine way to introduce yourself to new coworkers.”

The laughter and warmth in the woman’s voice made him want to see the person coaxing him awake. An odd satisfaction filled him. The calmness in her voice tugged at his awareness until he could no longer resist.

Peter opened his eyes. In the few seconds it took to focus, he was pretty damned sure an angel stood over him. A halo of honey-gold hair framed clear blue eyes and the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. Surely he’d died and gone to heaven.

“Who are you?”

Her smile widened. “Cassie Michaels. Your ID says that you are Peter Chapman. You passed me on your way into town. Good thing I was there when you ran off the road.”

Ahh. The beautiful wildlife of Montauk on the road. Sans hat or sunglasses. Man, was she pretty.

“You shouldn’t ride without a helmet.”

She winced. “I know. I know. I broke my helmet in my last fall. I’ll take care of that.”

“Your last fall?” He closed his eyes. If he had any say, she’d not ride again until properly equipped. “Am I at Mercy Hospital?”

“Yes. We were expecting you next week. Thought you’d walk through the door instead of arriving early by ambulance.”

“You were expecting me?”

“I work here in the E.R. Today is my day off.”

His new coworker? Could it get any better? He managed to grin. “I like to make memorable entrances.”

She laughed. “I’ll bet you do.”

Despite his throbbing head, he didn’t miss that she spoke with just enough emphasis to be flirting. He liked that. He also liked the way she rested her bombshell blue gaze on his. Oh, yeah. This one had keeper written all over her. He glanced at her left hand. No wedding ring.

“Did I hurt the deer?”

“No. They got away.”

“Thought so.” He closed his eyes, but the vision of her burned in his mind. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him. She was smiling, and he wanted to die. “You were the first local I saw, and we’re meant to work together. That’s a coincidence.”

“Not really. Montauk is a small town.” She looked around the room with a satisfaction that seemed soul-deep. “I hope you like it here. I’ve worked at Mercy full-time for three years now. My mother retired and I took her place. I’ve been haunting these halls since I was a little girl.”

“I guess you like your job.”

“You could say that.” Her affable gaze turned serious. “So, how do you feel?”

He closed his eyes again to assess the damage. “Bit of a headache, but I’m okay.”

Her voice grew quiet. “You have a black eye, which will probably swell more. You were out for a while.”

Her concern zapped right through him. “I probably needed the sleep. I drove through the night.” He touched the tender spot on his forehead. Bandage. Tape.

“You took a few stitches,” Cassie explained.

“That’s it?” He didn’t really hurt anywhere else, but his throbbing forehead held his attention.

“Otherwise you’re fine. We did a pan scan.”

Full-body X-ray. Standard procedure. Check. “Good news. My truck?”

She laid a reassuring hand on his. He must be delusional because he felt a tingle, like electricity, where her fingers rested. “Towed to the station. Jack, one of the local police, is making sure your possessions are safe. He was a great help. I left you in his care once the ambulance arrived so I could ride the bike home and get my car.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. We take care of our own here.”

Our own. She’d already included him in the community. Nice. Inhaling a deep breath, he rested, absorbing the sounds of his new workplace. A ringing phone. Call for a doctor over the intercom. The squeaking of sneaker-clad feet moving down the hall. Nurses chattering at their station. The E.R. seemed to be moving smoothly for a Tuesday.

“So you’re a surfer.”

The curiosity in her voice was as sexy as her mouth. He caught the tilt of her head, the friendliness in her eyes. Damn. She was sweet. He couldn’t believe his good luck.

“Yeah. Love to surf. Do you?”

“I ride a mean boogie board.”

Oh, man, that smile! “I hear the waves are good here.”

“The locals like to keep a low profile.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “One of our best secrets is that a very popular musician known for his songs about the tropics surfs his long board at Ditch Plains regularly.”

He slowly sat up. Cassie reached to prop a pillow behind his back. She smelled great. Baby powder and something sweet like honeysuckle and incense. Made his chest tighten, so he inhaled deeper.

“You have an excellent bedside manner.”

She blushed and took a step back, giving him a chance to take in her slim, lithe body with curves in all the right places. Oh, yeah. Great curves in those biking clothes.

“I think you’ve recovered, Nurse Chapman. Let’s get you released. I’ll introduce you to Dr. Bailey then we’ll get you to wherever you are staying.”

He was naked under the hospital gown. “Not sure I want to meet my new boss undressed. Tips the balance of power from my favor.”

Her grin grew wider. “You two have already met.”

He glanced at the plastic bag on the chair holding his bloodstained clothes. “Who cut off my shirt and shorts?”

“Doc Bailey. The other three nurses wanted to insure that you hadn’t sustained any further injuries.”

A sense of humor. He liked that. He liked her. His new job already had its benefits. Carefully, he swung his feet over the side of the bed. He wondered what his new boss, John Bailey, thought about his odd arrival. He wanted to make himself more presentable as soon as possible.

“I’ll need clothes.”

She opened the small closet. His satchel stood on end in the narrow space. “Jack figured as much and brought this for you.”

“That’s great. Gotta love the local police.”

Feet on the floor, he stood to test his equilibrium before covering his exposed rear end. She didn’t seem to notice.

“Dizzy?”

He shook his head. “No. Hungry.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Booked a room at the Oceanside Resort.”

She pulled his satchel from the closet. “That’s pretty close. Do you need help dressing?”

All sorts of inappropriate answers flew through his mind. “I think I can handle it.”

“I’ll be happy to drive you to the Oceanside.”

* * *

CASSIE WAS HALFWAY down the hall before she realized she was holding her breath. Oh. My. God. They sure knew how to grow men in California! Peter Chapman had rocked her balance from her first glance of him out on the road. Now that she’d seen him up close and personal, heard the deep timbre of his voice then had a chance to lose herself in those smoking dark eyes, her knees practically shook.

It was bad enough his brief smile had practically knocked her off her bike this morning. One glance at the California license plates had her sending a small prayer skyward that maybe he’d be the new coworker they were expecting. Witnessing him crash his truck had been surreal. She’d seen him watching her in his side-view mirror and felt guilty for distracting him.

His dark blond sun-bleached hair and tanned body, built and muscled like a man used to physical activity—and lots of it—had her wondering just how much work she could get done in close proximity to him. He was freaking hot and she couldn’t catch her breath.

She hadn’t had a reaction to a man so deeply in over a decade. That thought turned off her come-on button like a flicked switch in a dark room.

Kyle. She’d reacted to Kyle like that once. Then he was gone. Literally. He’d been swept off her father’s fishing boat during a late-summer squall. They never recovered his body, and his death had created a living hell that had lasted years for all concerned.

Cassie hadn’t had the courage to give anyone her love since. Instead, she had plenty of casual dates. She broke hearts, unintentionally of course, but whether her emotions had shut down or she just hadn’t met anyone who invoked the same feelings she had for Kyle, she hadn’t settled with one man. At twenty-nine, Mercy Hospital’s E.R. was her life. She was happy here. She also had wonderful friends, both guys and gals, and her occasional dates seemed to be enough.

“Cassie, you okay?” The charge nurse, Rachel, frowned as Cassie approached the nursing station. “You look flustered.”

One of Cassie’s curses. Her thoughts always showed on her face. “Is John around? I’d like to take Peter Chapman home and can’t until John signs the release.”

Rachel grinned, showing the small space between her front teeth. Her smile was her signature.

“Doc is stitching up Lou Anderson again. You planning on hiding Chapman in your closet?”

She waved a hand. “Not to my home, silly woman. To the Oceanside. Besides, our new coworker is off-limits for me.”

Rachel smirked. “Are you sure? You took time from your day off just to attend to him.”

“Hey, you’d do the same.”

Rachel’s eyes narrowed. “Hmm. You looked pretty interested when Doc was cutting off his clothes.”

“Can’t fault me there. Every woman present was.”

Rachel’s gaze drifted in the direction of Peter’s room. “If I were single and younger, I’d take a chance with that one.”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing you’re not. Don’t think Huey would be too happy.”

Rachel laughed. “Huey wouldn’t take his eyes off a football game long enough to notice.”

Cassie glanced at the clock on the wall behind the nurses’ station. “When Doc finishes, send him back. He wanted to meet Peter awake.”

“Okay. I’ll cover for you if you get...delayed.”

“You have an overactive imagination, girl!”

Cassie headed for her locker, distressed by Rachel’s comment about Huey. Did she ever want to get married if long-term relationships grew stale? Definitely not.

She grabbed her purse from the locker and closed the door. Amazing how a new curiosity like Peter Chapman arriving in Montauk caused such a ruckus with her female coworkers. She’d met him first, albeit through his accident, so felt a sense of proprietary interest in him. She’d flirted with him against her better judgment because, hell’s bells, he was just too handsome to resist. After hearing the other nurses’ chatter, it was time to rely on reason and behave. Taking Peter Chapman to his hotel and leaving him there seemed like the next best thing to do.

No matter how capable Peter was, hospital rule insisted that a patient be wheeled to the door. Pushing a wheelchair toward his room, she convinced herself that if Peter’s professional bedside manner proved to be anything like his charm, they’d be working together for a long time. Might as well not ruin their budding friendship by stepping over boundaries.

She inhaled a fortifying breath and whispered, “I can do this.”

She wheeled the chair into the room to find Chapman dressed and sitting on the end of the bed, hands on his knees in easy posture, talking with John, who everyone affectionately called Doc. John was of medium height, lean, middle-aged, with a full head of russet hair and a perfectly manicured beard. Dressed in his usual white doctor coat, worn open over a blue man-tailored shirt, striped tie, jeans and well-worn cowboy boots that he insisted were more comfortable than sneakers, John had his hands hooked in his pockets as they chatted.

His smile reached his warm, brown eyes while he concentrated on what Peter was saying. Doc had been head of Mercy Hospital’s E.R. for ten years running. Before taking charge, he was a resident doctor. Cassie’s mom had worked with him before Cassie attended nursing school.

Their friendship was one of the perks of small-town living. Doc’s first wife, who was a friend of her mother’s, had died of cancer. He’d since remarried a lovely woman ten years his junior, and before becoming a nurse, Cassie had babysat their two daughters. Cassie also became friends with Ellen Bailey since she was closer to Cassie’s age than her mother’s. The two loved the beach. Wore similar clothes. Biked together early on Tuesday mornings and liked to share gossip over mocha lattes Ellen would make in her kitchen while the kids played at their feet. Such was life in a small village. You worked and played with your neighbors. The bond kept life predictable, despite the occasional drama between locals, and was especially important for a tight-knit fishing community that entertained seasonal tourism and was a haven for celebrities.

Doc waved her in. “Hey, Cassie. Peter says you’ve taken good care of him.” He gave her a pointed look. “If you’re finished, I’d say he’s ready to go.”

The heat of a blush immediately burned her cheeks. Doc was baiting her because a year ago she had dated an intern, breaking his heart so badly that he had quit and moved to the city. She had no doubt that Doc was making sure she’d leave Peter Chapman alone so he would stick around.

She waved a dismissing hand. “You did all the work, Doc. I was merely the first face he saw when he woke up.”

Doc smiled, clearly enjoying her willingness to banter even though he made his point. “Peter will make a good addition to our crew.”

She met Peter’s gaze and forced herself to breathe slowly. Doc had spoken highly of Peter when he’d decided to hire him. He’d graduated at the top of his class, spent two years working in Los Angeles and came with excellent references. Amazing that an offer for a job could be made and closed by online conferencing these days. Neither man had to spend precious time or money traveling for the interview.

Cassie had been impressed by Doc’s description of Peter’s abilities. In person, he became sheer firepower in a glance, but the real test would be watching him in action. She’d seen it before. Book smarts, no matter how impressive, paled in comparison to bedside manner, fast thinking in a crisis and an ability to get along with one’s peers. For her, the jury was still out. Sure, Peter had charm. But, could he insert an IV into an unconscious and severely dehydrated patient, or anticipate a doctor’s call for meds required for a trauma victim, or accurately assess who needed attention first when multiple trauma victims arrived at the same time? His résumé said he had the experience. Now he had to prove it. Mercy Hospital worked hard to establish its reputation as a state-of-the-art facility, especially with the celebrity population in Montauk. Cassie was curious to put him to the test before she made any definitive conclusions.

Peter pointed to the wheelchair. “I’m not riding in that thing.”

Doc clapped him on the shoulder. “Sure you are. Cassie has a license to drive wheelchairs. You’re safe in her hands.”

Peter stood. “I’m fine. No wheelchair.”

Cassie wagged a finger at him. “Now don’t be a difficult patient.”

Doc put an arm around her shoulder. “You’d better not cross her, Peter. This woman is my best nurse.”

Grateful for the compliment, especially in front of the new guy, she made light of his kind words. “John says that to all his nurses when no one else is listening.”

Doc looked at his watch. “I have to go. Cassie, when Peter comes in next week, I’d like you to show him around the E.R. I want him totally comfortable before Easter.”

One-on-one with the surfer stud. Could she handle it? Inwardly, she scoffed. Of course she could. They’d be working together now. It was just a matter of getting used to a new employee. She shot a casual look in his direction. “Think you can make the grade?”

“Bring it on, Cassie Michaels.”

Doc shook Peter’s hand. “Looking forward to having you on board. Your cut should be healed sufficiently by then.”

Peter was smiling, probably at her obvious distress over being put in charge of him. Damn her transparent face.

“Wouldn’t miss my first day at work for the world, Dr. Bailey. I drove a long way to get here.”

“Call me Doc. Welcome to Montauk.”

After John disappeared out the door, Cassie pointed to the wheelchair. “Sit. I’m sure you’d like to get settled.”

Satchel in hand, Peter climbed into the chair with a suddenly cheerful attitude. “Okay, boss. Take me anywhere you want to go.”

She pushed him from the room and tried with every ounce of control to keep the visual of taking him to bed out of her mind.

CHAPTER TWO

SEATED IN THE passenger seat of Cassie’s Jeep Wrangler, Peter checked his face in the visor mirror. His left eye was swollen and bruised magenta. It would blacken in a few days. The sutures pinched a bit over the cut, which now throbbed with a dull ache.

“Looking like this, it’s a good thing I’m not coming in until next week. I’d scare patients.”

She glanced his way. “Does it hurt?”

Mostly his pride for having had the accident. This wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to present himself to his coworkers. He slid on his Ray-Ban sunglasses against the glaring sun, careful of the bandage on his brow. “No. I’m fine.”

“Why don’t you use that ice pack a little longer?”

“Because I want to see where you’re going.”

“Can’t you see with one eye?”

He laughed. Cute, but pushy. “I can use a break from the ice.”

She shook her head. “Why do doctors and nurses make the worst patients?”

Peter chuckled. “Because we know too much.”

The hospital was tucked in a cul-de-sac off the main road. A copse of newly greened woods spread from behind the building into the low hills. He was quickly learning that untouched woods were the norm in Montauk. Peter rolled down his window to breathe in the cool, crisp, sun-drenched air. Driving down Montauk Highway, which reduced to a two-way street, yielded exactly what he expected. Small town. Tourist and boutique shops, real estate offices along the sidewalks dotted with bistros and ice cream stands, old beach houses turned into trendy restaurants, local pubs with lobster traps hanging from their outside walls and antique anchors by the steps. He loved Montauk. Already.

Best thing about it was the woman driving him to his new digs. The comfort he felt so quickly in her company was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He’d spent so many years keeping people at arm’s length because of his mom’s issues and the situation at home. Only a handful of friends had ever crossed the threshold of his house. Cassie’s easy manner caught him off guard. He’d felt an instant attraction to her, but he needed to curb the inclination. Curious as to what so attracted him to this woman, he’d watch and listen for a while. He’d already sensed she was being cautious over the same pull he felt.

One thing for sure, he certainly wanted to know more about her. Yet, he had specifically left California to rebuild his life, to find his footing. He finally had the time to discover who he was and what he truly wanted from life. As tempting as Cassie was—if she were even available—getting involved in a relationship might distract him from needed breathing room. Because he couldn’t see out of his swollen left eye, he had to turn his head completely to look at her. Damn. She was pretty. Just how much breathing room did a guy really need?

“Can we stop by the gas station to see what condition my truck is in?” he asked.

“Sure. It’s on the other side of the plaza. We’ll go there first.”

She maneuvered the Jeep into the traffic circle. This hub was punctuated by the only six-story building in Montauk, which looked like Gulliver among the Lilliputians next to the smaller buildings.

“Why the one high building?”

“Historical. In the early nineteen hundreds a land mogul tried to recreate Miami Beach here. That was his office building. It’s now a condominium.”

Peter looked around. “This doesn’t look like Miami Beach.”

“No joke. It never happened. The Depression hit. The developer, Fisher was his name, built that tower, Montauk Manor, and dug and dredged Lake Montauk.” She gestured out the window. “He created about thirty notable spots. Then the stock market crashed. Stopped everything. Local zoning change. Nothing tall can be built any longer.”

“Wow. You’re a natural tour guide.”

Pride lit her glance. “I know everything about Montauk. What else do you want to hear?”

He shrugged. “What do you think about outsiders?”

“You’re only an outsider if you choose to stay that way.”

Interesting perspective. Would he let Los Angeles slip from his system to become a local? Hell, yes. While growing up, the threat of police, social workers or prying teachers invading his life had been an everyday occurrence with his mom’s unreliable behavior. One would have thought he’d welcome the rescue, but he’d seen too many kids his age get lost in the system, join gangs or become caught up in drugs. He and Gil had made a pact early on that they were safer at home. Mom was passive enough. With Uncle Michael’s help, their plan had worked.

He’d miss his surfer friends, wouldn’t miss the few girlfriends he’d had. Hadn’t done so well in his choice of women. Guess he’d had a learning curve there. Once Gil had moved out, Peter had become free, ready to shake the dust from his past off his mind. Right now, it felt as if he’d never made a better choice in his life.

“I’ll enjoy finding my way around.”

“I think you’ll fit right in.”

Her smile warmed him. And the dimple in her right cheek was charming as all get-out. “Have you ever had the need to go someplace else?”

She looked surprised. “Why would I want to leave?”

He imitated her gesture out the window. “It’s a big world out there.”

“Yeah, but I love it here.”

The passion in her statement hit him like a brick. Despite his and Gil’s pact, Peter had felt the urge to run away from home his entire life. He and Gil both had. Probably why they’d promised to watch each other’s backs. “What do you do for fun around here besides fish?”

She shot him an amused look. “Other than plucking newcomers from ditches when they don’t heed the deer-crossing signs?”

He laughed. “Very funny.” He didn’t need to remind her that he wouldn’t have had the accident if he hadn’t been so busy watching her in his mirror.

Her smile seemed to light up the inside of the Jeep. “It’s pretty quiet around here. Only a few bars stay open late. If you want to party hard you’ll have to drive into East Hampton, then probably get a room. The police are pretty tough on drunk drivers.”

“Do you have a big brother who keeps all the guys away from you?”

She laughed. “Nope. Only child.”

“Boyfriend?”

They’d come to a red light. She took the opportunity to stare him down. “Nosy, aren’t you?”

He grinned. “No. Interested.”

Wow. She actually looked flustered for a moment before the light of challenge filled her eyes.

“Okay, my turn. Siblings?”

He’d play. “Yes, a brother. Older by eleven months.”

“He still in California?”

“Yes. He and his partner just married and moved to San Francisco.” He missed the guys already. “I’m happy for Gil. He and Rudy have been together for years.”

She lifted a brow. “Maybe you can get them to move here. That way you’d have family nearby, too.”

He’d thought of that on the drive across the country. Why couldn’t they all stay together? But he wouldn’t want Gil pressuring him to stay on the west coast. They had to honor each other’s choices. Besides, what if Montauk didn’t work for him? He’d hate to be responsible for dragging the guys all this way for nothing.

Cassie pulled into the gas station. “Mother? Father?”

“Not fair. Didn’t get to ask you that question yet.”

“Hey. You were just bulldozing me with interrogation. Now you refuse to answer?”

Peter spied his truck. What he saw of it seemed okay; he just had to see what the front end looked like. He opened the car door. “Didn’t say that...” He trailed off as he climbed out of the Jeep to inspect the damage to his truck. He’d rather not talk about his parents now. He’d enjoyed their light banter way too much to muddy the conversation.

She followed him to his truck. “They say you can tell a person from the car they drive.”

He laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re one of them.”

“What’s a them?”

“You know. People match their pets. Couples start looking alike after years together, someone who categorizes everything.”

She tapped a finger to her lips as she went from inspecting Peter to focusing on his truck. “Late model. White. Dirty from being on the road for days.” She looked through the closed passenger window. “Tan interior. Pristine. Hmm. Even professionally cleaned clothes on hangers in the back. And now, dented. Just like you.”

She was so sexy teasing him. He had to stop himself from running his hands through her curling blond hair, pulling her face close and kissing her senseless. Man. Had the accident addled his brain?

Cassie carried on, totally unaware of the effect she had on him. “So you’re tidy. You like comfortable things, prefer utility yet are not adverse to spending money on comfort.”

Stepping away from her before he did something he’d regret, like touching her, he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Focusing on his truck, he whistled softly as he looked at the front. Tufts of grass and dirt still stuck where the grille had broken. “I wonder if I can still drive it.”

She stood next to him, and her powdery perfume filled his senses. He could definitely get used to her scent. In a huge way.

“Let’s ask.” She glanced around. “Joe’s car is gone but there’s Mike.”

Mike, wearing blue coveralls, was talking with two men. He looked over at them, and Cassie waved.

“Hope he can talk with us,” he said. “I’d like to check into my place as soon as possible.”

A line creased her brow. “You’re looking pale. Not feeling well, I take it?”

He shrugged. “Between lack of food and my headache, I’d like to take it easy.”

She prodded him back toward the Jeep. “Go sit. I’ll talk to Mike.”

He continued to keep pace with her. “Absolutely not.”

“What? You’re the type who won’t let someone else take care of them?”

A blast of reality hit. He hadn’t thought of that but leave it to this fascinating woman to get right to the point. Truthfully, he’d taken care of himself for so long that he didn’t think to ask anyone for help. Peter’s creased brow pulled at his stitches. He consciously relaxed his face. “Guess I’d have to claim guilty on your observation.”

“Well, you’ll have to work on that. We lean on each other pretty heavily at Mercy.”

“Okay then, let’s start with food. I haven’t had a bite since dinner last night. Where can we get something quick to eat?”

“I know a spot. Let’s see what Mike has to say first.”

Mike shook hands with the customer he’d been talking to and headed toward them. One look at Peter and concern crossed Mike’s face. “You must be the owner of the truck.”

“I’m Peter Chapman. Thanks for taking a look at it.”

Mike turned to Cassie, and a grin tugged at his mouth. “Jack says the deer got away.”

She grinned. “No free dinner for the locals. Sorry, Mike.”

Peter looked from one to the other. “You would have eaten the deer?”

Mike eyed him as if gauging how serious he was. “Hunting season isn’t until late fall. We appreciate the occasional venison dinner off-season, if we catch the kill fast enough.”

A true nature boy, Peter winced. “That’s like eating Bambi.”

Cassie and Mike exchanged glances as if to say they knew what kind of wuss this guy was. Mike said, “I guess you’ve never tasted venison.”

He didn’t mind being the butt of their joke. And, no. He’d never eaten venison. He clapped Mike on the shoulder. “Give me a slab of beef anytime. So, how much damage did I do to the truck?”

Mike had no trouble shifting gears. “The engine is okay. Bumper and grille will need replacing. One headlight and a radiator.” He looked toward the truck, frowning. “I’ll have to let you know. Do you have insurance?”

“Yes. This sounds like a project.”

“I’ll have to order parts. It’ll take a few days. Maybe a week or so.”

Grounded. No wheels. It was a good thing he had six days until the first day of work. “When can you let me know the full extent of the damage?”

“I’ll look at the truck next. Give me your number and insurance info. I’ll call with numbers by tomorrow, latest.”

“That’ll work.” They followed Mike into the garage to give him Peter’s information.

Cassie touched his arm, and he liked the warmth of her hand through his sleeve. “If your truck isn’t ready by the time you have to go to work, I’ll pick you up.” She shrugged. “No big deal. Doc will probably be putting us on the same schedule for the first few days anyways.”

“I’d appreciate that, Cassie. Thanks.” As much as he wanted to read into the possibility that her willingness to help was a chance to spend more time with him, he was probably more correct in thinking she was genuinely concerned. She’d already told him they helped each other out around here.

He returned his attention to Mike. “Thanks for getting to this so quickly. The insurance should cover the damage after the deductible.” His deductible was low, but this was an expense he hadn’t anticipated. He shook hands with Mike. “I’ll wait to hear from you.”

Cassie took Mike’s card from the holder on the counter. “You might want to take this. Sometimes Mike gets backed up and he forgets to call.”

Mike waved a hand as Cassie led Peter from the garage. “She’s a busybody, Pete. Don’t worry. I’ll remember this one.”

Peter turned to Cassie. He hadn’t missed the easy banter between the two friends. “Do you have all the guys dancing at the end of a string around here?”

She scoffed. “Not so. We’ve all known each other for so long that if we didn’t tease each other, we’d think something was wrong.”

“You two went to school together?”

“Grammar and high school.”

He wondered what she’d been like in high school. He’d bet she was fun. He patted his stomach. “I’m starved. Can I buy you lunch for all your help?”

* * *

ONE DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER, a chocolate shake and an order of large fries later, Cassie sat across from Peter on the ground-floor deck of his temporary lodgings looking out at a beautiful afternoon on the ocean. Spring was warming up fast, and she was glad. Winter had a way of holding ground when everyone was ready for the earth to thaw. This interesting man sitting across from her seemed to raise the temperature even more. Not the right response to a new coworker. Point one that she should get moving soon.

Her guard slowly rose. Her curiosity about him was greater than she’d like. He’d already said enough to understand he had an interest in her. Heady as his attention was, the inclination was inappropriate for them both. Too much. Too soon. She’d helped rescue him, had taken him to check on his truck, had gotten food and was now lingering to eat with him. It was already pushing two o’clock—way more of an investment in time with this man than she’d planned. Time to get on with her day.

Peter had devoured his meal in minutes. Cassie still munched her own burger at a more civil pace, amused at his appetite.

He grinned. “I was hungry.”

She held up the remaining half of hers. “Want mine?”

“No, there’s not enough left,” he teased. He filched some of her fries and popped them into his mouth. “But I’ll have a few of these.”

She sat back in her chair. He had taken her fries. Without asking. Usually she’d have no problem with that. Would enjoy sharing. But that was the action of a longtime friend or a lover. Couple that with the oh-I-like-you look from his vulnerable and bruised gaze as he chewed on her fries, and the alarm sounded. He’d just gone one step too far. They’d only known each other a few hours and he was crossing the line into her comfort zone. But had she drawn a line?

Was he mistaking her friendliness for something else? Had she stayed in his company for so long that he was now making wrong assumptions? Her chest tightened. Of course he was. They’d only just met, and she was treating him like one of her life-long friends. She’d let down her guard since he was so darned comfortable to be around. But she knew nothing about him. God knows her first sight of him was this morning on the road, and he had crashed his damned truck because he was so busy checking her out. For all she knew he was a player. He could be all about free love and a handshake goodbye afterward. A thanks-for-the-sex-see-ya’-in-a-week-at-work type of guy. She groaned inwardly. She couldn’t blame him for thinking she was interested. She’d been nothing but welcoming, doling out a fair amount of flirting on her end, as well. He could have easily gotten the wrong impression about her.

She stood abruptly. “I have to go. Have a lot to do and the day is getting away on me.”

He tilted his head. The look in the eye that wasn’t swollen blazed with interest. “Have dinner with me?”

No way, especially because she wanted nothing more than to say yes. “Moving fast, are we?”

“No. I’d just like to have dinner with you.” A smile played on his lips.

Oh, no. Smooth. Charming. Cassie understood immediately that she hadn’t met anyone like him in a very long time. And, he was a stranger. What irked her was his confidence as if she were prime on his radar and a target he wouldn’t miss. His attitude had him sitting back in his chair as if ready to watch a long tournament.

“You just fed me lunch. Wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“I’ve enjoyed every moment of your company.”

Her suspicion was tempered when her gaze rested on his wound. Now this she found endearing, especially since he’d crashed from watching her in his side-view mirror. While it irked her in one respect, it turned her on in another. No guy had ever hurt himself because she’d distracted him so badly. And truthfully, she had been just as busy watching him when the deer ruined his morning.

Man, this guy was triggering all sorts of confused thoughts. The only upside was that he looked vulnerable with his bruised eye and bandage, which tweaked her need to nurture. God help her, something about Peter made him appear solid, sexy and approachable. He seemed like the type of guy with whom she could climb into his lap, curl up and chat with after a long day. When she’d stood by him at the gas station, his woodsy scent had her leaning closer to inhale more. Everything about him appealed to her. Sure, his hair could use a comb, yet, even dressed down in a T-shirt, denims and sneakers, he looked so very strong and capable. Someone she could believe in.

Not good. Not so fast.

“Does your silence mean you’re reconsidering dinner?”

She laughed. “You are impossible.”

“Actually, no. You’ll find me very agreeable. I just can’t imagine my dumb luck that the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met is going to be my coworker. I don’t want to miss a minute of getting to know you.”

Yeah. He totally misunderstood her friendliness. She had to shut him down. “So how many heartbroken women have you left in your wake?” She took a gulp from her ever-present stainless-steel water bottle.

“Since leaving L.A.?”

She almost choked on her drink. “You’re kidding, I hope.”

His grin dissolved. He balled up his napkin and tossed it next to his plate. “Honestly, I haven’t dated in a long time. Between school, working and family issues, I seldom had the chance.” The look of embarrassment on his face was priceless. “You could call my forward behavior something like desperation.”

She laughed. Couldn’t help it. He had this disarming honesty about him. Cassie slung her purse on her shoulder, moving with reluctance so he wouldn’t think he was scaring her off, but she really had to go. She’d made a mistake flirting with him. They’d have plenty of time to get to know each other over the next few months at work. Now, it was time to set them back on track.

“Actually, I’m not big on dating, either. I have great friends. Don’t need much more than that.”

He stood, then frowned as if he rose too fast. He pressed his fingers to his bandage. “Ouch.”

“Easy with the forehead. Movement pulls your stitches.”

“Got that.” His smoky dark eyes captured her. He seemed to want to ask a question, but instead he smiled. He gestured to the table. “I appreciate all you did for me today.”

“It’s what friends do for each other around here.”

“I’ll walk you to your Jeep.”

She waved him away. “Not necessary. I can see the fatigue in your face. You’ll be asleep in no time. See you in a few days.”

* * *

HE WATCHED HER walk away, hypnotized by the easy sway of her hips. Cassie was one beautiful woman. He blew out a soft breath. He’d come on too strong. Even after chiding himself against doing so. His heart pounded at the thought of seeing her again. Not good. He needed to tone it down. He hadn’t changed his life and driven all this way to become entangled with the first gorgeous woman he met. His new coworker. What a huge disaster that could make. But something coaxed him to ignore his better judgment. A sixth sense? Kismet?

Nah. Cassie was right. He was thoroughly exhausted. Now that she’d gone, the weight of the day hit. He never would have flirted like that under other circumstances...or would he? Yes. Definitely. Cassie Michaels proved to be even more perfect up close and personal than he could have imagined when passing her on the road. Now he’d be working with her every day. He was going to love his new job.

He wanted to do one more thing before grabbing a nap. He pulled his phone from his pocket and speed-dialed Gil’s number. His brother answered on the second ring.

“So, does she love you?”

He laughed. “You’re not going to believe what happened.”

“Wait. I’m putting you on speakerphone. We’re all ears.” In the background Rudy broke into a rendition of Elvis Presley’s “Love Me Tender.”

Peter shook his head. Rudy was such a cutup. “It’s not what you think, Rudy. Oh, wait. Maybe it is. I got so distracted watching the woman on the bike that I had an accident. I just got out of the hospital.”

Rudy yelled in the background, “What?”

Gil said, “Are you all right?”

“Yeah. But the upside? The bike girl is one of my coworkers at Mercy. She was standing over me looking gorgeous when I came to.”

“Came to? You were unconscious? Do you have a concussion?”

“No, Gil. I’m okay. Just some stitches.”

“See? I shouldn’t have hung up. I can’t believe you drove all that way and crashed on arrival.”

Peter laughed. “No joke. At least it became a novel way to meet my boss, who seems like a great guy, by the way.”

“Well, stay out of any more trouble or we’ll have to come over there and take care of you.”

“I’d like that. Well, not you taking care of me but having you two out here. Montauk is looking pretty cool. I think I’m going to like it here...so far.”

“Peter, are you really okay or just lying so I won’t worry?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay. So what happened with the girl?”

Peter hesitated. “Guys, I could fall in love.”

“You haven’t had a girlfriend in two years. Maybe you caught a healthy case of lust?”

He shook his head. Granted, he didn’t know Cassie Michaels except for this first encounter, but every signal in his gut was going off with bells and whistles. He wasn’t going to stop checking her out until she proved him wrong. If there were a God in heaven, she wouldn’t.

“No, fellas. I’m taking the chance and riding this wave to see where it takes me.”

“Keep an eye out for reefs...or hidden boyfriends.”

“Ha! She’s single. And beautiful. And funny. And I’m going to talk her into showing me around Montauk.”

Rudy whistled. “No dust on you, Petie.”

“Hey, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me ‘Petie’?”

Gil and Rudy laughed, and the sound warmed his heart. “I miss you guys.”

“Miss you, too, bro. No more accidents. Okay?”

“Deal.”

“Oh, and what’s her name?”

“Cassie Michaels. I’ll keep you posted. I’ll also let you know my new address as soon as I get it.”

Peter stared at his phone for a moment after disconnecting. He had to see Cassie again. His best bet? The hospital. Only this time he’d arrive on his own two feet as a coworker, and not an accident victim.

CHAPTER THREE

A FRIENDLY TAP on the car horn behind Cassie had her looking in the rearview mirror. Ellen Bailey waved from her SUV. She gestured to her watch and pointed to each of them.

Cassie dialed Ellen on her cell phone. “I’m not good at charades but are you inviting me to spend time with you?”

Ellen’s laughter through the phone made her smile. “Sorry I missed our bike ride this morning. I’m just getting back from up-island now. Want to come over for a latte?”

“Absolutely. A lot has happened since you were gone.”

“Oh! I want to hear. Follow me home.”

Ellen and Doc’s open sunny kitchen was familiar ground for Cassie. She had spent many hours at the table finger-painting, coloring, eating Oreos and drinking milk with Ellen’s twin girls while their mother had tutored kids in geometry and algebra over at the high school.

Now the girls were in second grade. Cassie pulled them both into her lap while Ellen steamed up their lattes.

“So, which one of you is Amanda? Marrianna?”

The girls giggled at Cassie’s familiar tease. They had tried unsuccessfully to fool her when they first realized people couldn’t tell them apart. Cassie was one person they couldn’t deceive, though. She knew who each girl was because Marrianna had a cute little spray of freckles on her nose, but she wouldn’t tell the girls her secret. “Our teacher still doesn’t know,” Amanda said.

“Yeah,” Marrianna chimed in. “When we come into class she waits until we’re not paying attention then calls one of our names to see who looks up. That’s how she can tell.”

Cassie hugged the girls. “Your teacher sounds pretty clever.”

“We saw a buffalo in East Hampton,” Marrianna said.

“But he stayed way on the other side of the field and wouldn’t come to the fence.” Amanda’s disappointment was reflected in her words.

“Maybe he was afraid of you two.”

Marrianna looked shocked. “Oh, no, Cassie. He was just mad. He didn’t want to be stuck inside that fence.”

Cassie glanced at Ellen, looking for support. What could she say to that? Kids these days were so astute. But she didn’t want them fretting over the animal. Ellen had her back to the counter as she watched with amusement. She shook her head, smiling. “You’ll make a great mother.”

Her compliment warmed Cassie. “Always wanted kids. If I’m lucky enough to have daughters like these, my life will be perfect.” She shrugged. “In the meantime, I have these two darlings to make my world complete.”

Marrianna perked up. “You gonna come to the beach with us to practice for the sand-castle contest?”

Cassie pretended to think. “We planned for Friday, right?”

Both girls nodded. Funny how twins tended to have the same body language. Made them so adorable to watch.

“I’ll make sure I’m on the late shift so we can get some good morning time in. Deal?”

The girls each gave her a high five. God, Cassie loved these kids. Personable. Affectionate. Smart. Sassy. It was so cool to see their parents reflected in their faces. Their hair, the same auburn as their Dad’s, fell in waves from their hair clips, framing smiles that mirrored their mother’s. And when discussing a serious topic, the intelligence in their eyes always floored Cassie. Were kids born smarter or were parents finally clever enough to cultivate children’s reasoning powers at an earlier age? She’d love the chance to have her own children to see who they’d become.

A familiar ache rose in her chest. She and Kyle had discussed having three, maybe four, if they could have afforded it. After losing him, she seldom visited those tucked-away dreams, except when with the twins. Their sweet faces reminded her of how rewarding child-rearing could be. Ellen and Doc were proof. These girls kept Doc young, and Ellen managed to remain a stay-at-home mom, which she had always wanted, while keeping her finger on her career by continuing to tutor.

Amanda slid from her lap. Marrianna followed and slung an arm around her sister’s shoulder. “We’ll win again this year, too.”

“Have you decided what you want to build?”

The girls looked at each other then spoke in tandem. “Mermaid twins.”

Cassie snapped her fingers. “I like that idea.”

“Jenny and her brothers are building a big castle, and a village around it,” Amanda said.

Marrianna added, “We want to do something different. Mom says we should practice some to make them perfect.”

Cassie nodded. “Makes sense. Sounds like we’ll be getting up early.”

“Will you bring donuts like last year?”

“Of course. Juice boxes and carrots, too.”

Marrianna wrinkled her nose. “Don’t need carrots.”

Amanda held up a hand. “Maybe sardines and crackers?”

Cassie laughed. These kids were true beach bums. Just like their Mom. Cassie and Ellen always brought sardines and crackers with their snacks and drinks on long beach days. A tin of sardines wouldn’t go bad in the heat, like a sandwich would, and offered great protein and needed salt after a good workout in the surf. Since they didn’t mind drinking warm water and brought cherries or apples, nuts and cookies or nature bars, their choices eliminated the need for a cooler. That the twins wanted sardines for a meal always had Ellen and Cassie grinning at each other for passing along a tradition.

Ellen set the lattes on the table. “Spoke with John earlier. I heard his new nurse arrived by ambulance with you in tow. Is that the hot topic we’re about to discuss?”

“What makes you think it’s hot?”

“You have a twinkle in your eye.”

“Mom, can we have an ice pop?” Amanda spoke for her sister as well, both showing anticipation in their sweet faces.

“Sure, honey. Help yourselves. Sit at the table to eat them.”

The girls peeled the wrappers off the pops. “Can we go on the swings?”

Ellen pointed to the pink baseball caps hanging on pegs next to the door. “Of course. Put on your hats to protect those gorgeous noses from the sun.”

Through the glass door, Cassie watched the girls run to the swings, hats on, pops in hand, their opened hoodies flying behind them. She shook her head. “Oh, to be so carefree.”

“What? You carrying the world on your shoulders?”

Cassie blew on her latte, then sipped. “Mmm. Yum.”

Ellen watched Cassie from over her cup. “Something bothering you?”

“No.”

“You thinking about this morning?”

Cassie put her mug down. “Yes, but it’s not what you think.”

“What am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking a new guy is in town so he becomes a prospect for me.”

“Do you like him?”

Cassie met her friend’s gaze. “I feel a bit guilty because he crashed his truck because of me.”

“Really?” From the look on her face Doc had told Ellen more than she was saying.

“I think Doc is concerned I’ll fool around with this one and he’ll quit like the intern from last year.”

Ellen grinned. “I heard there was something about deer involved in your meeting.”

“He’s a good-looking man. We were smiling at each other without knowing who each person was. He didn’t see the deer until too late.”

“I’m getting the picture here.”

Cassie held up both hands. “No. You’re not, Ellen. If you witnessed an accident where the patient was rendered unconscious you would have stayed involved, too.”

Ellen nodded. “You’re right.”

“I ended up spending most of the day with him because one thing led to another. I’d just left him at the Oceanside when you pulled up behind me. He’s a bit aggressive, and I don’t like that. We’ll probably get along fine working together, but I have no intention of dating him.”

“John says he seems like a nice enough guy to match his qualifications.”

Nice enough? He was charming as hell and so damned gorgeous he made her salivate. But none of that mattered because she was not getting involved. Cassie shrugged. “Saw his résumé. Now I’ve met him. He’s pleasant. Easygoing. Let’s see how he does under pressure. Paper qualified means nothing if you can’t perform under fire. Who knows why he left his first job? Only time will tell.”

* * *

PETER COULDN’T BELIEVE he’d slept away the rest of the day on Tuesday, and most of yesterday. When he woke up late yesterday afternoon, he’d felt more than rested. And the first person to cross his mind was Cassie Michaels. Wouldn’t it have been nice to wake up one more time with her watching him?

Sheesh. He needed to get a grip. It had been way too long since he dated. Now he was full of energy, ready to roll and upset for wasting a day. He’d spent most of today walking around town, or grabbing taxis to check out apartments for rent. He hadn’t realized when he scoped out rentals during the winter that even though it was spring, the summer season prices had kicked in. Finding decent housing at a reasonable price was proving impossible. He mentally kicked himself for not securing a place before arriving. Today, he had way too much on his plate to be thinking about a beautiful woman.

The taxi dropped him off at the repair station. He’d slept through Mike’s call yesterday. Mike was sitting at the service counter, wolfing down a sub, when Peter walked in.

“Hey, Mike. Thought I’d stop in since I missed your call.”

Mike wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “Hi, Pete. Got good news and bad news.”

The men shook hands. “Okay. Bad news first.”

“The radiator needs to be replaced. Waiting for the parts and repair will take you late into next week. I’m sorry, man.”

Peter held up a hand. “No worries. Expected as much. So what’s the good news?”

Mike slid a sheet toward him. “Insurance will pay for all of it, minus the deductible.”

“That is good news.” He pulled out his wallet. “Let me pay that now, so you can order the parts and we can get moving on this.”

Mike grinned. “Already ordered the parts. You might be new here, but you’re part of Doc’s team. Makes you family, hands down.”

Peter appreciated being accepted without having to prove himself. “I knew from the minute I drove into town that I would like this place.”

“Hey, nurses are like heroes, man.” Mike shuddered. “I can’t take looking at blood, let alone fixing someone up. That’s the good thing about cars. They don’t bleed.”

Peter laughed. “Well, you’ll have to let me buy you a beer sometime.”

“Sure! I know this hole in the wall where the beer is ice-cold and they serve lobster rolls the size of your hand.”

“Deal. I’ll check in with you in a day or two to see how things are going.”

He left Mike’s feeling like one problem would soon be solved. He’d have to take up Cassie on her offer of rides to work. Not that he’d have a problem with that arrangement. Now, he just had to find a place to live.

Working his way toward the hospital, Peter ducked into a pizza place to grab a slice. A few mothers and their kids sat around an outside table eating a large pie that was three quarters finished. The boys were fooling around shooting spitballs through straws at the girls across the table. Instead of complaining, the girls shrieked with laughter, ducking and shooting back with their own straws. No one, including the mothers deep in conversation, noticed the youngest girl busy chewing her pizza.

As Peter watched, he saw the girl try to swallow, then struggle. Her gag reflex kicked in. Peter rose to attention, ready to help, but didn’t want to interfere if the mothers were going to give her aid. The girl’s face reddened. Panic lit her eyes. Clearly, if she couldn’t speak she was choking and no one was noticing.

The server slid Peter’s slice on the counter. Without looking, Peter said, “Just a second...”

The mothers noticed him approaching then realized his focus was on the girl, who was silently gagging. The mother across the table said, “Oh, God! Jenny!”

Peter pulled the girl into his lap, opened her mouth, holding her jaw open, and reached thumb and forefinger to grab the wad of cheese he saw caught in her throat. As he pulled, the cheese came out first in a clump, then stretched like a long string. Peter reached in again, grasping as much of the cheese as he could. The girl continued to gag, stiffening with fear.

“Easy, honey. We’ll get this out. Shhh. Just relax...” He didn’t want the cheese string to break, leaving pieces lodged in the kid’s airway.

The girl seemed to realize Peter was her only hope. Tears running down her face, she stopped struggling. For five years old or so, she seemed pretty smart, and Peter was grateful as hell. He didn’t want to have to call an ambulance and administer the Heimlich while waiting. This kid was small. He might crack a rib. One last gentle pull and the final wad of cheese came out.

“Got it!” He said, triumphant, and tossed the cheese onto the girl’s plate. The girl started to cough from the gag reflex.

“Jenny!” The mother grabbed the girl from Peter’s lap. “Oh, honey. Are you okay?”

The table had fallen silent, the girl’s siblings watching with dropped jaws before breaking into bedlam.

“Did you see that? Jenny almost died!”

“Who are you, mister?”

“How’d you know she was choking?”

“Did you get it all? Is she okay?”

“Oh, man. That was disgusting!”

Jenny’s mother stared at Peter in disbelief. “I can’t believe you got her to stay so still. She usually panics and screams when she’s afraid.”

Peter stood. “Well, her survival instincts must be pretty good.” He frowned when he realized what the woman said. “Let me point out that she couldn’t have screamed. I saw her try, which is how I knew she was in trouble. That’s the problem when someone is choking. They can’t talk, so if you’re not aware, they can choke to death without making a sound.”

The woman went pale. “Oh, Lord. I had no idea.” She grabbed his hand. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here. You knew just what to do.”

“I’m a nurse. But this is really important, ma’am. If you wouldn’t have known what to do, can I suggest you take a CPR course? You never know when something like this can happen. I’m sure Mercy Hospital or the kids’ pediatrician can point you in the right direction.”

The mothers nodded in agreement. “That’s a great idea. We’ll do that.”

One of the other girls pointed to Peter’s forehead. “What happened to your eye?”

He’d forgotten about his wound. He must look awful. “Car accident. It looks worse than it feels.”

The girl grimaced. “It looks bad.”

He smiled. Kids were so damned honest. “It’ll get better soon.” He gestured to the counter. “I’m going to grab my lunch. Have a good day.”

The woman reached for her purse. “Please, let me at least buy your pizza.”

He waved away the woman’s offer. “I already paid. Please, no thanks.”

He patted the girl’s shoulder, noting she still sat with her head against her mother’s chest. She’d had a brush with a little terror and would probably be staying away from pizza for a while. He stooped down to the girl’s level. “You’re fine now, honey. I know that was scary. Just chew your food really well next time. Okay?”

Jenny nodded, complete trust in her eyes. Her expression pulled at Peter’s heart. Yeah. He loved being a nurse, especially for kids. Someone had to help them feel safe.

Back on the sidewalk again, his direction led to Mercy Hospital. Four days until his first day at work, but he was curious to see how the E.R. operated. Doc had told him there was a staff of fifteen in emergency, including five nurses. He made six. He’d like to get familiar with the flow of the department before starting his first day. He didn’t want to admit a small part of him hoped to run into Cassie.

The glass doors swished apart as he walked into the hospital. The waiting room was a decent size, painted a soft hue of yellow with lots of natural light through the windows. Large potted plants framed the windows, giving the effect of the outdoors inside. He’d exited through the staff entrance on Tuesday with Cassie so he’d missed the reception area. The modern comfortable seating, a widescreen television, a play area to distract kids and a sign offering free Wi-Fi and laptop borrowing made the place seem more like a family room than a hospital waiting room. Nice.

He approached the reception desk, where a woman sat behind an open window. “I’m Peter Chapman. New nurse. I start next week. I was hoping I could come in and look around a bit.”

She returned his smile. “I remember you. Your eye looks better.” She held out a hand. “I’m Carmen.”

“A pleasure. So, is Dr. Bailey around?”

She hit the buzzer on a door. “Come in. He’s here somewhere.”

The charge nurse with the shiny black hair caught back in a bun and a fun smile was the first person he saw.

She waved from the nurse’s station. “How’s the eye?”

“Looks worse than it feels. You’re Rachel, right?”

“Yes, indeed. What brings you here?”

“My truck is in for repair.” He gestured to his feet. “Since I’m limited in range, I thought I’d see if I can get some orientation around the E.R. before I start work. Maybe fill out my papers and get all the red tape out of the way.”

As he spoke, Cassie emerged from a nearby examination room. His heart almost stopped in his chest. So much for thinking his initial reaction to her had been a fluke.

Her long locks were pulled back in an elastic band, her eyes bright and smiling. She wore a white long-sleeved crewneck shirt beneath a pair of charcoal V-neck scrubs. Gray sneakers with pink laces adorned her feet. A stethoscope around her neck, a chart in her hand, she looked at home and thriving in her profession. Everything about her screamed she was his version of the ideal woman. An angel and a caregiver wrapped in one. Amazing.

He blew out a breath just to make sure he was still breathing. He didn’t know if he liked her better in scrubs or biking clothes. He’d like the chance to see a few more choices to round out his decision.

A look of surprise crossed her face when she saw him.

He waved. “Hi.”

She came over. Her momentary frown disappeared. “You’re not due until Monday.”

“Slept most of the day away yesterday. Wanted to do something useful today.”

Rachel chimed in. “Now, Cassie, don’t be discouraging our newest employee from showing some enthusiasm for his job.”

Cassie held up a hand. “Oh, I’d never want to do that.”

Something in her body language set Peter’s antenna pinging. Cassie was uncomfortable, as if she were wrestling with thoughts about him. Had his flirting turned her off?

He pressed on. “I don’t want to put anyone out. I know you’re busy. I just thought if someone could set me up I could nose around the computer to learn your charting system, the department layout. Things like that.”

“Getting your paperwork done is a great idea,” Rachel said. “I’ll take you to human resources, if you’d like. I can make sure you have passwords for the computer and for access to the supplies and meds on Monday.”

“That would be great. Thank you.” He glanced around. “Is there anything I can do to help today?”

Rachel shrugged. “I’m just about to get off shift. I can take you to HR to process you. Afterward...?” She looked at Cassie.

Cassie looked apologetic. “I’m sure all of us can show you around as we free up. Given that you’re not in scrubs and your eye still looks pretty raw, I’m not sure you want to meet patients today.”

Rachel sighed. “There you go again, discouraging the new help.”

“No. No. I’m simply saying that I can’t take the time right now to show him around.” She gave Peter a soulful glance. “Come find me when you get back from HR. I’ll take you to the back nursing station, and you can get a feel for the area, check out the computer. Is that okay?”

There were other nurses walking around, glancing over as if they knew Peter was the new hire. “That’ll be fine, Cassie. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Doc is here, as well. He’ll be glad to see you.”

Rachel tapped his arm. “Come on. I’ll take you to HR.”

An hour later, Peter returned to find Cassie exactly where he left her at the nursing station.

She smiled when he walked up. “All set?”

He nodded. “You’ve been standing here since I left?”

She waved a hand. “Hardly. Come with me. I’ll introduce you to Brenda and Anna.”

Her perfume wafted around him as they walked side by side down the hall. He inhaled another long breath. He’d just spent an hour around three other women going through his orientation and he tried to catalogue Cassie as just another woman. Yet, why did she seem to shimmer and shine, her voice like music to his ears? He shook hands by way of introduction with the two other nurses, registered their smiles, welcoming words and willingness to help him acclimate to the department, but all he could hear, see, smell and concentrate on was Cassie.

Man. He had it bad.

Not until she walked away, leaving Brenda to show him how the computer entries worked, was he able to focus on the task at hand. Holy smokes. If Cassie continued to have that effect on him, he’d never be able to work with her as a teammate. He’d be too wrapped up in her to concentrate. Or maybe he’d get used to her in time. The infatuation would die and she’d just be another coworker. No. Maybe not.

Twenty minutes later, Doc appeared at the nursing station. “Cassie said you were here. Showing up to help before your start date is a great way to brownnose the boss. Well done.”

Peter laughed. Brenda did, too. He stood up from his seat to shake hands. “I was going stir-crazy at the hotel. Been hunting for an apartment. Got frustrated there, too. Couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.”

Doc held up a hand. “Oh, come on. Tell me you’re so dedicated you couldn’t stay away. That’ll improve your job review.”

Both men laughed, then Peter asked, “So, how’s it going today?”

Doc and Brenda exchanged glances. “Pretty quiet so far, but it’s only Thursday.”

“Believe it or not, Mondays are our busiest,” Brenda said.

“Oh, I remember well from the E.R. in Los Angeles. Everyone nurses their problems through the weekend so they won’t blow their days off. Then, Monday morning hits and the E.R. becomes jammed.”

“Exactly.” Doc waved for Peter to follow. “If Brenda’s finished with you, join me. I’ll show you the trauma unit.”

“He’s all yours,” Brenda said.

As the two men walked, Doc asked, “Did you get a chance to look around?”

“A bit. Nice facility. Great waiting room.”

“The trauma unit is state-of-the-art. Everything is on wheels so that we can move the equipment wherever we need it.” He led Peter down another hallway into a room with glass partitions that opened into an identical adjoining room, both holding a bed, supply cabinets and a monitor station with an overhead operating light.

Doc motioned to the partitions. “That wall opens in case we get hit with multiple trauma victims. We can fit up to four beds in here.”

“Looks great.”

“Rachel will get the protocol list to you. You’ll see. Our routine is pretty straightforward.”

“Do nurses work rooms individually or as teams?”

Doc met his gaze. “Usually depends on the day. If we’re crowded, we work solo, unless help is needed. On quiet days, we’ll attend patients in teams. Keeps the experience fresh and two sets of eyes can observe more. Helps to double-check charting.”

This all sounded routine to Peter. “I’m clear on that. A second observation helps prevents oversights. Important in today’s litigious world.”

Doc grimaced. “My worst nightmare. We’ve been lucky so far in avoiding lawsuits. Let me show you our new CT scan.”

Peter followed Doc to the tech room. Passing a treatment room, he saw Cassie dressing a patient’s wound. She must have heard their voices in the hall because she glanced up as they passed. Doc stuck his head in. “All good here?”

The patient, a young woman who was watching Cassie’s ministrations with concern, pouted when she saw John. “It still hurts.”

“We’re almost finished,” Cassie added.

“Sue scalded herself with boiling water. Second-degree burn,” Doc explained to Peter. He returned his attention to the patient. “If you don’t want to change the dressing yourself, come back in. We’ll help. Don’t get it wet. You have to treat this wound gently.”

She smiled. “Okay.”

Doc waved. Peter followed suit. Cassie’s smile when their eyes met hit like a punch to his heart, which cinched his decision. He’d ask her out before leaving. Made no sense to wait. Just thinking about being one-on-one with her again made his pulse race while his mind settled into liking the idea. So much for backing off.

Luckily, tech-geek that he was, he became distracted by Doc’s new toy. They weren’t five minutes into checking out all the features of the CT scan when Doc got called for patient aid. When he took his leave, Peter went in search of Cassie.

He retraced his steps to the last spot he saw her. The patient room was empty. Next step would be to document Sue’s treatment. He made a mental note to recall the woman’s name should she show up next week. Nothing like fostering good patient-hospital relations with name recall. He liked doing that. Remembering names to faces was like a game to him. And, folks always seemed to appreciate being recognized. He headed for the nurse’s station in the back. Cassie glanced from the computer as he walked up before returning to her task.

“My goodness. I already recognize the sound of your steps,” Cassie said as she typed in a sentence.

“That’s impressive.”

She shrugged. “You start to use all your senses around here. Matter of survival.”

He leaned both elbows on the high counter to watch her work. “I understand.”

She raised a brow. “Do you?”

Of course he did. Not only from working the E.R. in Los Angeles, but also from listening to cars pulling into his driveway as a kid, or the footsteps on the walkway up to the door announcing friend or foe. He’d know the sound of the social worker’s footsteps in his sleep. He grinned. “Sure. I’ll tell you all about it sometime.”

She stopped what she was doing to meet his gaze. “Okay.”

“How about tonight. Dinner?”

She shook her head, an odd look in her eye. “Sorry. Working ’til midnight.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind eating late.”

She laughed. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. Another time. Okay?”

Damn. Shot down. He gave her what he hoped was a careless smile. “I’ll hold you to it.”

The sinking feeling disappeared once he noticed the rising color in her cheeks. What did that mean? She certainly wasn’t shy. Hmmm. Maybe he had a chance here, but didn’t want to spook her. He’d play on his need for help since she’d chided him about that the other day.

“I spoke to Mike before coming here.”

Bingo. She seemed to relax once more. “I’m guessing you’ll need a ride to work on Monday.”

“Actually, the entire week.” When she looked at him again, he wasn’t sure what the look on her face meant. Surprise? Satisfaction? He held up a hand. “But, I can walk if that’s too much.”

She frowned. “It’s almost a half hour to get here on foot from the Oceanside.”

“So?”

“I don’t know about you but a half hour extra sleep is like gold around here.”

He jumped at her reasoning. He wanted the ride. “True.”

“Give me a second to finish logging this chart. We can see if we can coordinate our schedules.”

He couldn’t keep the grin from his face. “Thanks. That works for me. I’ll wait for as long as it takes.”

CHAPTER FOUR

CASSIE AND ELLEN herded the girls onto the beach around eight o’clock on Friday morning. The beach was quiet since the tourist season hadn’t yet begun. But in a few weeks, the Hither Hills campground would swell with campers and families. Kids from all over would fill the beach to compete with the local residents for the children’s sand-castle competition. Right now, it was easy to scout out a spot to sit. When the competition started in June, getting a strategic corner of sand close to the high-tide line would be tricky. The right spot gave the competitors quick access to the water, but also ensured the tide wouldn’t wash away their hard work.

Ellen had learned a few years ago, that if they made one or two outings before the competition, the twins learned two valuable lessons: one, how to prepare for testing or performing; and two, how to relax and have fun achieving goals by being prepared ahead of time.

While Cassie and Ellen set up the blankets and umbrella, the twins with half-eaten donuts and bags in hand, searched along the tidewater lines and dunes for shells, driftwood and seaweed—mermaid accessories. Everything used to build the sand sculptures had to be from nature and found on the beach.

Since competition rules stated that only children alone could create the sculptures, Cassie and Ellen enjoyed stealing these few hours together while the kids were distracted. There was nothing Cassie liked more than to pass time with her friends on the beach. A good dose of sun, salt water and fresh sea air worked wonders to renew the spirit. It was still too cool to swim or boogie-board without a wet suit, but today was for the girls, so Cassie hadn’t brought any gear. She’d worn a new blue bikini, but unless it warmed up, she’d keep her shorts and sweatshirt on.

She realized she’d left her beach chair in her Jeep and headed back to the parking area. Reaching into the trunk, she heard a low, appreciative whistle. Expecting to turn around, insulted, she found herself staring at Peter Chapman with a Cheshire grin, seated in the passenger side of an SUV. He was wearing sunglasses, but that look said he was ready to start bantering anytime she was.

“Bet you get whistled at all the time,” he said. “Thought I’d join the ranks.”

He was so damned cute, she couldn’t resist. Planting her fists on her hips, she said, “Hey, that’s no way for a coworker to behave.”

“I’m not working yet. So consider me a blatant admirer.”

She laughed. Ducking her head to see who was driving, she didn’t recognize Peter’s companion.

He leaned back in his seat. “Cassie Michaels, meet Eric Davidson. Surfer from up-island. Staying at the Oceanside.”

A blond-haired guy nodded at her. “Hey.”

She smiled in return, then noticed the surfboards on the roof. “You’re going in the water with your sutures?” she asked Peter.

He shrugged. “It’s been over forty-eight hours. The salt water will be good for them.”

She shook her head. “Nurses make the worst patients.”

He smiled. “So you keep reminding me.”

She wasn’t sure, but thought she could feel him discreetly checking her out from behind his sunglasses. “Are you finding your way around town okay?”

“So far, so good, but I’m having trouble finding a place to live.”

“I have to introduce you to my friend Brian. He’s just finishing renovations on a new duplex.”

“That would be great.”

She gestured toward the sand path. “I’m with Doc’s wife, Ellen, and their twin daughters. Stop by later, I’ll introduce you.”

“You’re off today?”

She shook her head. “No. Late shift. The girls are practicing for a sand-castle contest. We do this every year to kick off the season.”

She waved goodbye, feeling the heat of Peter’s stare on her back. Damn it all if she didn’t like the thought of him watching her. Why was she telling herself it was wrong when it felt so right?

Ellen watched her returning to the blanket. “Why the frown?”

Cassie placed the chair next to Ellen’s beneath the shade of the umbrella. She pushed her sunglasses onto the bridge of her nose. “Just saw my accident victim.”

“Peter Chapman? So you’re frowning?”

She refused to admit what she was thinking. “He’s a bit of a flirt.”

Ellen smiled. “Is that good or bad?”

“It would make it easier to work with him if he wasn’t.”

“I have to meet this guy.”

“That’s good because I invited him to come by to introduce you.”

Ellen looked over the top of her sunglasses. “Hmm. The blond-haired guy looks young, so I’d say Peter is the hunky surfer dude with the grin heading straight for us?”

Cassie followed her gaze. Damn. Damn. Damn. He looked good in motion, surfboard under his arm. Sunglasses. Backpack slung on one shoulder. She made herself sound bored. “Yes, Ellen. That’s him.” She waved him over, aware her tune lightened when she spoke to him. “That was fast.”

Peter carefully laid his board in the sand. Kneeling, he sat on his heels at the base of the blanket. “I know you won’t be here later when we’re finished in the water, so wanted to stop by now.” He held out a hand to Ellen, “I’m Peter Chapman. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Ellen shook his proffered hand. “I’ve heard about you from John. Welcome to Montauk.”

“I’m glad to be here. Looking forward to working with Cassie and the crew.”

Cassie did all she could to keep the heat from her cheeks when he smiled in her direction. What was wrong with her?

He motioned to his companion. “My new friend, Eric. We’re neighbors at the Oceanside.”

Eric waved hello. “Always start the season with a trip to Montauk. Didn’t think I’d meet a nurse, but I’m glad in case I run into a shark or something.”

The women laughed. Cassie said, “I can hear the theme song from Jaws coming over the water. You’d better take care.”

Eric shot a longing look toward the surf. He gestured down the beach. “Peter, I’ll set up over there. I’ve waited all week for these waves.”

Peter stood. “I’ll go with you.” He smiled at the women. “Glad to meet you, Ellen. Cassie, I’ll catch up with you soon to get your friend’s number about the rental.”

“Sure.”

Cassie watched as the guys walked down the beach. Ellen exhaled a sigh. “Well, if word gets out that he’s the new E.R. nurse, a lot of women may start calling for ambulances.”

Cassie scoffed. “Oh, please.”

Ellen burst out laughing.

* * *

THE NEXT MORNING, Peter blew through the doors of the Mercy Hospital emergency room, justifying in his mind why it was perfectly okay for him to be there at eight o’clock in the morning. He didn’t want to spook Cassie and come off as if he were stalking her, but truth be told, he sure felt like he was.

He had two days until starting work and he hadn’t found a place to live. Besides spending most of yesterday thinking about Cassie, he really needed to find a place and who could help him better than a local? And she’d mentioned knowing someone.

He felt foolish. Under any other circumstances, he would have no problem following up on a lead. He hadn’t exchanged phone numbers with Cassie so showing up here would be legit. Only, his chest pounded a bit more asking for this favor because Cassie ignited a hunger in him that tweaked his guilt toward his motives to seek her out again. He liked her. A lot. She was comfortable to be around. Beautiful to watch. He loved the sultry sound of her voice. Her perfume. She was rapidly becoming an obsession. He kept blaming it on being new in a strange town, but who was he kidding? She intrigued him, something fierce. That feeling was brand-new and it was lighting a fire in him.

She’d mentioned yesterday she was working the late shift. He remembered how mornings were after a long night. She’d probably welcome an offer of breakfast. A nurse builds up a powerful hunger after working all night.

Carmen smiled at him through the window in triage as he approached. He motioned to the door into the E.R. She nodded. When he heard the buzzer, he slipped into the treatment area.

Doc, Rachel, Brenda and—thank you, God—Cassie stood around the nurse’s station. It looked as if Cassie and Rachel were filling in Brenda and Doc about the patients from last night.

Doc waved him over. “You’re just in time for the morning shift.”

“Not yet, but I’m looking forward to Monday, for sure.”

“What brings you in?”

He gestured to Cassie. “Wanted to catch Cassie before she left.”

Doc raised a brow. Peter didn’t quite get what his look meant, so he said to Cassie, “I was hoping to get your friend’s number on that apartment.”

She slapped her forehead. “That’s right. I’m sorry. I’d forgotten.”

“No trouble. I was up early. Enjoyed the walk.”

“Let me finish up here and I’ll give you a ride back.”

Damned good luck. “Sure.”

He listened quietly as Rachel and Cassie passed on the morning stats regarding the four patients currently being processed. One elderly woman with chest pains. A landscaper with a broken foot. A parent whose baby had a high fever. One ambulance delivery with lacerations from a minor car accident.

Peter watched the three nurses interact comfortably with Doc from years of working together. Peter looked forward to the day he fit that mold and didn’t feel so much like a fish out of water, even though the emergency department layout and process was familiar to him. What mattered most to him was the personal interaction. Finding out who he’d mesh with best, or who would get as excited as he did over any new technology. The medical field was always changing. Half the satisfaction of nursing was bringing the new treatments to the community.

When they finished, Doc took the charts. “I’ll check Mr. Nelson’s foot and release him. Brenda, see if cardiac care has a bed ready for Mrs. Olsen.” Doc gave the women a thumbs-up. “Thanks for all the hard work last night, ladies. You make it easy to start the day.”

Rachel punched the air. “Go team.”

Heading down the hall, he waved to Peter. “See you on Monday.”

Brenda picked up the phone, and Rachel gathered her things. “See you all tomorrow. Good luck finding a place, Peter.”

Cassie motioned for Peter to join her. “I just have to get my purse.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He matched her brisk pace to the nurse’s locker area then out the back door to the parking lot. He snapped his fingers. “I have an idea.”

“What?”

“What do you feel like having for breakfast?”

“Excuse me?”

He shrugged. “Let me buy you breakfast. I know what it’s like coming off graveyard shift.”

She thought a moment then grinned. “Okay. I am hungry, but I’m also wiped. So I can’t hang out.”

“Perfect. I have to hunt for new digs anyway. It’ll be nice not eating alone.”

“Oh, yeah. Brian. Let’s call him when we stop.”

“Affordable?”

She shot him a knowing glance. “I think we can negotiate with him.”

She said we. He liked that. A lot. “Well, then I’m happy to buy breakfast. Where shall we go?”

She brightened. “I know just the place.”

God, he loved her grin. One would never know she’d just finished working through the night. Her color was high. Her hair was a crown of curls held back by a baby blue headband that matched the color of her scrubs. Just like on Thursday, she wore a white long-sleeved T-shirt beneath the scrubs, a perfect solution for the air conditioning in the hospital. Her fingers tapped the steering wheel in time to the music playing low on the radio. Being in her company was so comfortable, Peter felt like he’d ridden every day of his life in a car with her.

Cassie pulled into a spot in front of John’s Pancake House. The restaurant was a converted Cape Cod-style house with a red-and-white-striped awning across the front. The place was pretty busy for a Saturday morning before the summer season hit.

“I heard that Montauk was a ghost town until summer.”

“The pancake house is always crowded with locals on the weekend. It’s a favorite spot.”

He opened the restaurant door for her and ushered her in. He followed and almost ran into her back when she stopped short.

A wary surprise filled her voice. “Well, hey, you guys.”

Cassie greeted five people seated at a round table just inside the door. The older two were a handsome-looking duo. The other couple looked to be around his mother’s age, casual in jeans and light sweaters. One woman looked suspiciously like an older version of Cassie. Her mother, perhaps? They seemed glad to see her.

The older woman with the silver braid said, “Morning, Cassie. Just getting off work?”

“Yeah. Friday night was busy.”

All five pairs of eyes fell on Peter. The woman who looked like Cassie’s mother said, “And who do we have here?”

Cassie stepped aside. “Peter Chapman, meet my family. My mother, Beth. Grandma Mica, Grandpa Phil, Aunt Judy and Uncle Micky.”

He shook hands with them all. “I’m Cassie’s newest coworker. I start on Monday.”

Beth gestured to his eye. “Ah, the man who had the run-in with the deer.”

“My reputation is preceding me. Don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

Beth smiled. She even had the same dimple in her right cheek that Cassie had. “All good. Don’t worry.”

He glanced at Cassie and saw the color rise in her cheeks. Had she been saying good things about him? Damn, she was cute when flustered.

“I’ve offered to drive Peter around while his truck is being repaired,” she said.

“And I’ve been stalking her,” Peter added, thinking he was being funny.

The group laughed. “Well, that’s not unusual, young man,” Cassie’s grandfather said.

Grandma Mica winked. “I’m sure Cassie doesn’t mind a bit.”

“So, you came all the way from the Left Coast?” The look in Micky’s eyes said he’d love to help Peter out from this awkward moment by changing the subject.

Peter smiled back, grateful. “Glad to be here, too. Montauk is beautiful.”

“Well, we hope you like it here.”

Cassie gestured toward an empty table far enough away to give them some space. “We’re just going to grab a quick bite. I’m exhausted and want to head home.”

Grandma Mica gestured to Cassie’s figure. “Make sure she eats a pile of French toast. She’s been getting too skinny.”

Cassie rolled her eyes. “Grandma!”

The five said their goodbyes. When she and Peter were seated, Cassie lowered her voice. “Stalking? Really? Did you have to say that?”

Seeing her discomfort, he felt like an idiot. “I thought I was being funny.”

“You don’t know my family. If they even get a whiff of a guy showing interest in me, they start pushing.”

“Why? Are you a charity case or something?”

“You don’t understand.”

“I’m listening anytime you want to fill me in.”

She stared at him a long moment. She might have been miffed, but she sure looked pretty with her hair scooped away from her face exposing the curve of her cheek and those tiny diamonds glistening in her earlobes.

A look of incredulity flashed across her face as something occurred to her. “Are you really stalking me?”

He handed her a menu from the stand on the table. “Nah.” He winced. “Um. Maybe.” He held up a hand. “But I’m not dangerous. Just interested.”

She waved away the menu. “I know what I want.”

He glanced at the choices. “Banana pancakes. Maple syrup. Perfect.”

She was frowning. “You might want to order something without syrup. You’re giving me cavities already, you’re coming on way too sweet.”

He sat back in his chair. “I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“Truthfully? Yes. We’ve only just met. You’ve been flirting with me since you opened your eyes in the E.R.”

He shook his head. “No, I started flirting with you just before I met that deer.”

Gratefully, she laughed, and he noticed her body begin to relax. He released a sigh, leaned closer. “But you’re right. Error is mine on the flirting. I apologize.”

The waitress came by and they gave their orders. When she walked away, Cassie seemed to have relaxed even more at his apology. She smiled, sheepish. “I may have given you the wrong impression, though I have to admit, I had no problem flirting right back with you.”

Wow. Responsible for her actions. He admired that immediately. “I can’t say I didn’t appreciate your attention.”

She smiled. “Thanks.”

Peter leaned closer. “Okay then. How about we start over?” He held out a hand. “Hi, I’m Peter Chapman. New hire. How do you do?”

She looked at his outstretched hand before finally grasping it across the table. “Cassie Michaels. A pleasure to meet you.”

He glanced over her shoulder to see Cassie’s mother watching them. Amusement crossed her face. He returned his attention to Cassie. “Let me add that I am delighted to learn that you are one of my new colleagues. My job prospects look brighter.”

She laughed. “And I have no doubt your charming self will do nothing but improve the emergency department.”

“Why thank you.” He paused. “Oh, and did I tell you that you and your mother look identical?”

She smiled. “So we’ve been told.”

“You are beautiful women.”

She pointed at him. “You are flirting again.”

He ducked his head. “Sorry.”

She nodded. “Now, that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s plan for me to pick you up at seven thirty on Monday.”

“I’ll be ready. As for your friend, Brian?”

She pulled out her phone and pressed speed dial.

“Brian, hello.”

The waitress brought their plates. Peter waited while Cassie spoke.

“Hey, the new hire arrived early. He needs a place to live. Is your duplex ready yet?”

She smiled at Peter as she listened. Nodding, she said, “When can I send him by?” She listened more as Brian spoke. “Okay. We’re at the pancake house. Sounds great. Bye.”

She disconnected the call. “He’s in his car now. He’s going to stop in and show you pictures. If you like it, you can take a look. Does that work?”

“Wow. That’s perfect.”

They were halfway through breakfast when Brian appeared. Peter liked him immediately. Brian had a ready smile and a firm handshake. His dark, gray-streaked hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Brian reminded him of a friend he’d known in Los Angeles.

When he sat, Cassie reached over to kiss him on the cheek. “Brian, meet Peter, my new coworker. Peter, meet Brian. We’ve been friends since kindergarten, when I tried to kiss him and he ran away from me.”

Brian laughed. “Cassie has a way with introductions, eh?” He teased, but affection lit his face. He gestured to Peter’s eye. “What happened?”

Cassie interrupted, laughter in her voice. “He met his first deer.”

Brian shook his head. “Sometimes I think deer are not so gentle and play games like ‘chicken’ by running in the street to ambush drivers.”

Laughing, Peter held Cassie’s gaze. “I was definitely distracted by the wildlife.”

Cassie’s eyes narrowed playfully. She didn’t seem to mind that small flirt.

Brian said, “I hear you’re from California. Welcome to Montauk.”

“I’m happy to be here. Great town.”

“You’re looking for a place to live.”

“As soon as possible. I’m anxious to settle in.”

“Well, I own a sweet colonial I’ve renovated as a duplex. The bottom-floor apartment is ready.”

If he didn’t have to search for a place, life would be so much easier. “I’m interested in seeing it.”

Brian pulled out his cell phone. “I have pictures.” He handed Peter his phone. “The home used to belong to the oldest living man in Montauk. I’ve known him since I was a kid cutting his lawn, and I took care of him when he got older. He had no family and left his estate to me.” Brian shrugged. “I was pretty touched since I loved the old guy.”

Cassie added, “The house is in a beautiful area on the way to the lighthouse. Secluded. Quiet.” She laid a hand on the table between them. “You’ll like it, Peter.”

He thumbed through the photos on Brian’s phone, once again not believing his dumb luck. The house exceeded his expectations. Could he afford it? He handed the phone back to Brian. “Nice. How much are you asking for rent?”

Brian grinned at Cassie. “I know how much nurses make. I think you’ll find it reasonable.”

“When can I see it?”

“I’m heading back there in about half an hour. Does that work?”

“Sure. I’ll grab a taxi.”

Cassie scoffed. “No need. I’ll take you.”

“No way. You need your sleep.”

She laughed. “I can sleep when I die. I’d like to see your face when you see this place.”

Brian stood. “This is great. I don’t even have to advertise. Call when you’re on your way.”

After Brian left, Peter picked up his cell phone. “Speaking of phones, can I have your number?”

“So you can stalk me by phone?”

He laughed. “I promise I won’t.”

It didn’t take her long to decide. She picked up her phone. “Okay.”

“Give me your number. I’ll call you so mine will register.”

Once she dictated the number he called her phone. His number lit on her screen and Peter gestured to it. “Answer.”

“No. It’s you.”

“I know. Answer anyway.”

Shaking her head, she picked up her phone. “Hello?”

Peter lowered his voice. “Thank you so much for everything you’re doing for me. It means so much. I hope I can reciprocate someday.”

She stared at him a long moment. He could see uncertainty cross her face. When she broke into a grin, he felt like he could breathe again.

“You’re welcome, Peter. Now hang up the damned phone and let’s talk like real people.”

* * *

WHEN THEY ARRIVED at Brian’s, his BMW was in the driveway. Set back from the road, the white colonial house was complete with a wraparound porch and pillars supporting the overhang, which was decorated with gingerbread trim. Deep green shutters adorned the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor. Cassie couldn’t wait to see what Brian had done to the inside.

Peter was eyeing the house appreciatively.

“What do you think?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “Looks like nothing I could possibly afford.”

She laid a hand on his arm and didn’t miss the sinewy strength of his biceps. “Brian is not a gouger. He’s a friend.”

Concern creased his brow. “I didn’t mean that. I know I’d have to get a fair market price if I owned a rental.”

She opened her door. “Maybe you can negotiate a lower rent if you sign a longer lease. I’m not worried. Let’s go.”

She knocked on the door and opened it. “Anybody home?”

“Hey, Cassie! In here.”

The scent of fresh paint and hewn wood still hung in the air. Clearly, Brian had been working to update the place. The old wood floors had been waxed to a soft polish and ran from the living room into the small area that looked like a dining room and kitchen opening in the back. An outdated but clean couch sat like a lone island in the empty living room on what looked like an old but plush antique rug.

Brian’s voice came from the kitchen, but within seconds he appeared. “Hey, guys. Come in.” He gestured to the room. “Take a look around.”

Peter let out a soft whistle. “This is really nice. So, the whole first floor is one apartment?”

“Yes. Glad you like it. This house has always been a favorite of mine.”

“Then why didn’t you move in?”

Brian grinned. “Because I like my house with the water view better.”

Cassie hooked arms with Brian and grinned. “Brian is a bit of a real estate mogul.”

“I’m not a mogul. I own two houses.”

“And one of them is on five acres bordering state land. I think you’re doing rather well.”

“This one fell into my lap.”

Peter laughed. “We should all be as lucky.”

Passing the dining room, Cassie pointed to the antique dining table and chairs. “Are those staying?”

Brian nodded. “Sure. Those were in the house, and I don’t have a place for a dining set. I got rid of the old stuff, but I’m glad I left the couch and rug. Peter might need something to sleep on.”

“That will definitely work until I get a bed.”

The kitchen windows looked like they still had the original glass. Outside, the backyard ran a good distance to the woods. Excellent privacy.

“What a great old pantry!” Cassie opened the door. “Look, a window inside and everything. I love old architecture!”

Peter smiled at her. “Me, too. This is a cool house.”

“Let me show you the rest of the place,” Brian said. “Bedrooms and bath are this way.”

The first bedroom was small, and would make a good office or guest room. Brian had renovated the bath. The small, black-and-white floor tiles and stand-alone tub reflected the era of the house. The walls were brilliant white, and a huge mirror hung over a retro counter and sink, brightening the room. A glassed-in shower had been built into what used to be a linen closet.

Brian opened the adjoining door. “And this is the master bedroom.”

The room was freshly painted in a soft yellow with accented white moldings. A ceiling fan slowly turned, and the wood floors gleamed. The house was not only charming, but a sense of relaxation also seemed to emanate from its walls. “What a great sanctuary after a long day at work,” Cassie said. “Do you like it, Peter?”

Peter turned to Brian. “If we can work out a rent I can afford, I’d like to move in tomorrow.”

CHAPTER FIVE

CASSIE WAS SOAKING in a bath late Sunday when her phone rang. Drying her hands on a towel, she reached for the phone sitting on the chair next to the tub. Peter’s number lit the screen. She felt decadent answering while naked in a steaming bath.

“Hi, Peter. Getting ready for work tomorrow?”

“Sorry to bother you so late.”

“No bother.”

“Just wanted to tell you I’m all moved in at Brian’s. So, don’t look for me at the Oceanside in the morning.”

“How’d you do it without a truck?”

“Didn’t take long with the few belongings I have. Used Brian’s work truck. Nice guy.”

Cassie couldn’t help but smile. All her friends were wonderful. “You two will like each other. He’s a surfer, as well.”

She could practically hear him smiling through the phone as he said, “Discovered that already. He’s taking me to some surf holes next week. I have a wetsuit. I’m sure the water here isn’t much colder than the Pacific.”

“See? You’re practically a native already.”

He laughed. “Will you mind picking me up from here?”

“Not at all. It’s not far. I’ll be there at seven-thirty.”

“Great. And Cassie?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks again. You’ve helped make the transition easy.”

For heaven’s sake. Why was this guy so very easy to talk with, as if they’d had conversations like this all their lives? She had to get a grip. He was a coworker. “My pleasure, Peter. That’s what we do for friends around here. See you in the morning.”

* * *

NO SOONER HAD she pulled into Peter’s driveway the next morning than he came out the front door and locked it, looking content like a man exiting his castle. She couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in scrubs over a long-sleeved T-shirt, sunglasses perched on the top of his head, backpack over one shoulder and a grin a mile wide.

When he opened the passenger side door, she was grinning as big as he was. “How was your first night?”

“The couch makes a lumpy bed, but what a great place. Thank you again for introducing me to Brian.”

“I am so glad you like it.”

He buckled his seat belt, then rested his gaze on the two coffee cups in the holders. “Do I smell coffee?”

She handed him one. “You do. Didn’t know how you like it so it’s black. Sugar and half-and-half is in the bag if you need it.”

“Black is perfect.” He grabbed her hand after taking the cup from her, kissed her knuckles. “You’re an angel.”

A thrill ran up her arm. She laughed. “Thought you’d never notice.”

They drove in companionable silence. The morning talk-radio show filled the air with nonsense while the two commentators bantered over the latest celebrity faux pas.

Cassie sipped her coffee. Again, the sense of complete comfort in his company made it easy for her to say whatever was on her mind. “You nervous about your first day?”

Peter shook his head. “Not in the least. Can’t wait to get started.”

She pulled into the employee parking lot. “Monday morning. Always a circus.”

He hoisted his backpack. “I’m ready.”

She smiled. “Me, too. Be sure to text me if I can help you in any way.”

He opened his door. “Will do. Same here.”

Rachel waved to them from the nurses’ station as they came down the hallway. “Good morning! Welcome, Peter.”

He held both arms open, coffee in one hand. “I’m finally here as an official employee.”

Rachel grinned. “Well, it’s about time. Since you were so brilliant to get your orientation out of the way last week, stash your gear so we can go over last night’s charts and get to work.”

Cassie led him to the nurses’ locker area. She was looking forward to doing rounds with him to get a feel for his style. When they returned to the nurses’ station, Rachel held up a hand. “Cassie. I got a call from HR. You are scheduled for your annual physical at eight-thirty.”

How did she mess up her schedule? “I thought the physical was for tomorrow?”

Rachel shook her head. “Not according to HR. The morning rush hasn’t started yet, so why don’t you go up now? Anna is in back. We can handle the department.” She linked an arm through Peter’s. “I’ll take Peter with me this morning. You’ve already monopolized our newest hunk’s time since he arrived.”

Peter grinned at Cassie’s dropped jaw. OMG, she was way too transparent if he caught her distress at Rachel snagging him from her.

He patted her arm. “You go. I’m sure Rachel will take good care of me.”

* * *

WORKING TOGETHER MADE the week fly by. Mike had called Peter to say his radiator was being held up and the truck wouldn’t be ready until next week. Cassie welcomed the opportunity to continue carpooling with Peter. They’d slipped into an easy routine of Cassie picking him up, sharing coffee if it was the morning shift—heck, sharing coffee if it was the graveyard shift. Peter had no problem blending in with the staff. She and Doc, Brenda, Rachel and the others all took their turn confirming their findings with each other. Peter Chapman was an excellent score for the emergency department.

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