Judy Duarte - Race To The Altar

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When race car driver Chase Mayfield found himself recovering from a car accident at our small-town hospital, the last thing he expected was to fall for the local Florence Nightingale.Who would have thought demure nurse Molly Edwards–the complete opposite of a man who lives on the edge–could lose her heart to a famous playboy? But after cautious Molly succumbed to a single night of passion, both she and Chase crashed headlong into a life-changing surprise: she's pregnant!Can Chase convince his favorite nurse that he's a risk well worth taking–for her and their baby? This reporter bets that Chase will soon be carrying his new bride over the finish line!

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“Why throw your money away on rent?” he’d asked her. “There are a lot of nice houses near your grandmother’s rest home that are much roomier and a lot nicer.”

Yes, but none of them were as centrally located to all the places Molly frequented, like BVMC, the market and Rose Manor Convalescent Hospital.

No, the one-bedroom house she rented was perfect for her.

Randy had brought up the move and the money one time too many, and they’d finally parted ways. But not before he accused her of suffering from survivor’s guilt and hoarding the “blood money” she’d received from the insurance settlement.

The accusation had been a low blow, lancing her to the quick, but only because she’d expected him to understand. She’d put the past behind her, whether he believed that or not, and she was content with her life and the place in which she’d chosen to live.

Besides, she had a new family now, the BVMC staff and her patients. And while there was a part of her that yearned for a real home and loved ones, deep inside she feared getting too close to anyone again. It was tough enough when a patient died or a coworker retired or moved on for one reason or another.

So why get any more involved than that? Life was fragile, and loved ones could be taken away in a blink of an eye. That knowledge made her good at her job.

Of course, it also made for more than a few long and lonely nights.

At 2:14, Molly’s pager went off while she was checking the dosage on Dr. Cheney’s order for Carla Perez, the patient in 309. She glanced at the display and saw that Chase was calling her. She’d go to him just as soon as she gave the meds to Mrs. Perez, who’d had an appendectomy yesterday and was complaining of pain.

It didn’t take her very long to stop off in 309, but by the time she entered Chase’s room, she found him climbing out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To the bathroom.”

As he got to a wobbly stand, the edges of his hospital gown split apart, as they were prone to do, revealing his backside and a nicely shaped butt.

She studied the appealing vision just a tad too long before asking, “Do you need some help?”

“I’ll be okay.” He reached for the IV pole, using it to steady himself, then shuffled to the bathroom.

She followed a few steps behind him, her gaze still drawn to his butt.

Not bad, she thought, not bad at all.

She wasn’t in the habit of ogling her male patients, so the fact that she’d done so with this one didn’t sit very well with her. As he slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, she stood just a couple of feet away, prepared to act if she had to.

He took care of what he went in to do, then the water in the sink turned on. Moments later, after the faucet shut off, he uttered, “Oh, damn.”

She pulled open the door, only to find him about to collapse on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his waist, trying her best to support him.

“Wouldn’t you know it?” he said, teeth clenched in a grimace of pain. “I’ve got a pretty nurse in my arms, and look at me. I can’t even make an improper move, let alone a proper one.”

“Cute,” she said, wresting a hand free just long enough to push the call button on the wall. The man was a lot bigger and heavier than she’d realized.

“Why do I have to be laid up when an opportunity like this arises?”

While she held him, she tried to lower the lid of the commode so she could make a place for him to sit.

“Next time you need to get up,” she said, “call me, okay?”

“Good idea. Maybe then I’ll be stronger and better able to enjoy your tender loving care.”

About the time Molly managed to sit Chase on the commode, Evie Richards, a nurses’ aide, came in. “Need some help in here?”

“Yes. As soon as he catches his breath, we need to get him back to bed.”

“Two pretty nurses taking me to bed,” Chase said. “And I’m just about down for the count. What a shame.”

If Evie had been young and shapely, rather than middle-aged and a bit on the plump side, Molly might have considered Chase to be more of an obnoxious player than a charming flirt.

Of course, given the chance, and away from a hospital setting, he might be both.

She supposed time—and some healing—would tell.

Once he was back in bed, Evie left the room. But before Molly could follow her out, Chase asked, “Did you ever find out anything about how that kid is doing?”

“He broke his wrist. His mom took him home last night.”

“Good. I’m glad he’s going to be okay.”

“I hope so,” Molly said, thinking about the single mom’s plight.

“What do you mean by that?” Chase asked.

“Well, there’s some financial difficulties—” Molly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

He seemed to ponder her words, his brow knit together.

For a moment, she again tried to imagine the handsome man reflected in the picture on his driver’s license, rather than the guy with a battered face.

“What kind of financial difficulties?” he asked.

“He lives with his mom and a sister, so there’s just one income. And no medical insurance.”

Oops. What had gotten into her? She stopped herself from saying anything more. It was just that he seemed so sympathetic—and genuine—that the words had tumbled out before she knew it.

“Do you have a name and address for them?” he asked.

“Even if I did, I couldn’t give it to you.”

“But the hospital must have it.”

“I’m sure they do, but they won’t give out that information. And I shouldn’t have told you what I did.”

“Even if I wanted to pay the medical bill for them?”

“That’s really nice of you,” she said. “But I heard someone else has already offered to pay for it.”

“I’m going to do it,” he said, his voice sounding more certain—and a lot healthier—than it had since he’d arrived at the hospital.

She suspected that people didn’t tell him no very often, and that he didn’t like it when they did.

“Can you please let the billing department know?”

Molly supposed she could. If Chase took care of the Haines’ bill, there were bound to be new ones that she could pick up. Not that she planned to pay for any and all outstanding accounts, but the ones involving kids or others that tugged on her heartstrings were another story. “All right, I’ll tell them.”

“Get me a number,” he said. “And I’ll cut the hospital a check.”

Apparently Chase Mayfield was much more than a pretty face—and a nice butt. A whole lot more. And Molly found herself even more intrigued by him.

The charming race car driver was enough to make a woman forget she was a nurse. Almost. But Molly would never forget. It was too much a part of who she was.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she said, trying her best to rein in her wayward thoughts.

Then she turned and walked away, leaving him to watch her go.

As Chase lay stretched out on the bed, his personal Florence Nightingale disappeared into the hall. When he was sure she was gone and out of earshot, he picked up the telephone, pushed nine for an outside line and called his parents’ house in Garnerville, Texas. His eyesight, which was still limited, and his fingers, stiff and sore from the accident, weren’t cooperative, so he had to dial the number several times before he got it right.

His mother answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Mom. It’s Chase. What are you doing?”

“The girls and I were just sitting at the kitchen table, drinking iced tea and planning a surprise party for your father’s sixtieth birthday.”

The girls in question were obviously her daughters-in-law, the wives of his older brothers.

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