His father arched a bushy brow. As paramedics lowered his gurney from the ambulance to the ground outside Sugar Hill General, a camera flashed and he ducked his head. She fought the tears, but they trickled down her face anyway. Not that he cared personally, he told himself. Tilting his head sideways, he threaded his fingers in her hair, drawing her to him with a moan of desire that broke the silence humming between them.
Why the heck had the simple gesture affected him so? Hannah Hartwell was the good sister, the calm, responsible member of the zany Hartwell clan. Another commercialized holiday, Jake thought sourly. Tippins looked like a pretty tough man to me. His thoughts had been bouncing back and forth like a boomerang. Guilt plagued her for leading him on the night before, for inviting him to her bedroom, then pushing him away. His lips were gentle, tentative, but grew firm as he deepened the kiss, the spark of hunger igniting in her body stunning her. Mimi appeared in the doorway, holding a pan of charred biscuits.
Only she doubted the big proud man would ever admit it. Was she the temptress her beauty suggested or the shy, reserved doctor she appeared to be? Except Wiley did seem to genuinely care for his daughters. Everyone had black sheep in their family, but the Hartwells had a whole flock of weirdos grazing the southeast. Something else for her to feel guilty about. Moonlight danced through the lacy curtains creating a halo around his magnificent form, shimmering streaks of gold through his thick dark hair, highlighting cheekbones etched in granite, a smile that barely made it to his lips, the strong jaw that remained clenched as he fought for control. Or was she simply being coy? Thank goodness, her sisters were unaware.
If he appeared to be a harebrained comic, no one would suspect him of being the mastermind of a statewide crime ring. Put her in his arms and… Wiley suddenly bounced into the room wearing a bright orange shirt and a handpainted tie with turkeys on the front. I stopped by to see him on my way over here, but he fell asleep while I was there. Maybe even work for her father. My daughters dropped by to help. Hannah listened quietly, stifling a giggle at the globs of glue the little boy dumped on his paper. Alison had painted the set with her fingerpaint kit while Hannah had added props.
Hannah tried to get up, but Tiffany pressed a gentle but forceful hand on her arm. You showed us strength when we thought we had none left. Mimi always wanted the biggest, gaudiest one she could find. She panicked and pulled away, tears filling her eyes. Jake gritted his jaw in pain when the dreamy looking woman suddenly staggered and reached for the gurney. Worse, she had a new patient--the bold, unsettling and highly unsuitable Jake Tippins, her notorious father's new right-hand man. And especially to my own mom, who spent numerous hours sewing handmade quilts for each of her grandchildren.
She was supposed to be at her wedding. And you, Alison Hartwell, are still in college. Her fingers momentarily tightened over the edges of the folder—who could be at the door? Seconds later, she took a seat in a wing chair facing the chief of staff. I still have plenty of that food you sent over. She studied his back, her gaze traveling the length of his long body to where his toes hung off the end of the gurney. Shaking off the sensations, he frowned when the doorbell rang, wondering if Wiley had returned from his venture and dropped by with his burly good cheer to thank him again.
We make a good match, Hannah. Snapping the screen top to his laptop closed in case Wiley wandered back to his bedroom, Jake slowly rose and hobbled to the door. A heated exchange took place, then the woman slid a plain manila envelope across the scarred table. Maybe today Hannah would reveal something concrete that would point to her innocence. She did love her father—only she had trouble showing her affection. Inhibitions faded to the background as his need grew. He was also, quite indisputably, the man of her dreams.
Did she want him to leave? Better get yourself healed so you can fit into those little green tights. Jake watched her face cloud over as if she was suddenly lost in memories. Why, do you need some help? Alison waved for her to be quiet. Despite her father's successful business, Hannah strives to maintain a quite, refined presence befitting a doctor. How could she have been so irresponsible? He emanated strength, power; a man who would protect her and take care of her. And I want to apologize for fainting on you. In a small town like Sugar Hill where everyone knew everyone else, the gossip about her jilting Seth would linger for months.
Mimi sighed dramatically as the guests left. What kind of marriage would they have together without passion? Emotions had no place in police work. He's a self-proclaimed drifter who has no desire for ties, for family, for permanence. Knowing the search would take a while, he fixed himself a frozen pizza and ate it while he scrolled through the information. If he did decide to settle down? Dad asked me to drive him home. Said it would be good advertising. She could move to Atlanta, complete her residency at another hospital, make the situation less awkward for everyone.