Annie O'Neil - The Surgeon's Christmas Wish

All the signs had been there. Never stayed anywhere longer than a season, flirty banter with Marian, with her. And she’d fallen for it! Hook, line and sinker. At least her body had. Now her head was in a tailspin, not knowing if she was in the right or wrong. Tara scrubbed her fingernails along the counter. What a nightmare.

It was so frustrating to feel this vulnerable to Fraser’s charms after all the hard work she’d put in at building herself back up from nothing. Finally allowing herself to become the woman she’d always known she was. Strong. Fun-loving. In charge of her own destiny.

It was a far cry from the year-long relationship with her ex. Tara had done everything he had wanted. It made her fingers curl to think of it now, but she’d been young and so bewitched by his status at the university. Her parents had both recently passed away in a horrific car accident. It had always just been just the three of them and suddenly, whoosh, she had been all alone in the world. Their deaths had fuelled her to work even harder in medical school, where her persistence and drive had won her the best grades in her course. Then suddenly the Great and Mighty Professor, renowned orthopedist and research maverick, had not only wanted Tara to be his intern but also had wanted to be with her romantically. From chief bookworm to object of affection. Tara had been completely overwhelmed. And naïve.

At his behest, she’d attended all the research conferences alongside New York’s medical elite, put in ridiculous hours and stayed in the lab well into the night, week after week. A fat lot of good it had done her.

Her trust in him had been so true, so blind, she had been oblivious to the fact all her hard work had only been so that he could steal her groundbreaking research.

Being single, she didn’t mind. Having had her ex take the credit for all of the advances she’d made in orthopedic surgery? That had been the deal-breaker. And the end of her ability to trust anyone fully with romantic intentions.

After working at a couple of other labs, Tara had thrown caution to the wind and taken the job here at Deer Creek. She’d entered the community cautiously at first, but had then realized, as long as she kept her wits about her, this was the perfect place to heal. To grow. To close the doors on romance and fill all the voids with her passion for medicine.

And look at her now.

All wobbly-kneed and hot under the collar after less than a full workday with Fraser MacKenzie. Great. Just great.

Tara scanned the empty clinic and huffed out a sigh as she sank into an office chair. Blocking out the fact that tomorrow was Thanksgiving wasn’t the only thing on her new to-do list. She also faced a day of sitting alone in the ski clinic with little more than a mug of lukewarm coffee and a stale packet of mint cookies, figuring out a way to clean the slate with Fraser and start again. What fun! If time travel were an option, she’d fast-forward to spring. If she stuck to her plan she’d own the clinic outright by April, Fraser would be gone and she’d be back in control again.

Tara opened up the packet of cookies, took a tentative sniff then pushed them to the far end of the counter. This was ridiculous. She shook her head and marched herself into her office.

Snap out of it, Tara! She had worked too hard to let herself wallow in self-pity. Mr. Jones and all the other patients she had seen and would see over the season were her priority—they were where her heart lay. If Thanksgiving came in the form of a microwave turkey dinner and a couple of old cookies, then so be it. And if Fraser MacKenzie couldn’t take it as much as he dished it, too bad.

“I seem to rub Dr. Braxton the wrong way.” Fraser put the comment out into the crisp, wintry air, wondering if Liesel would confirm his assessment of the situation.

Liesel gave Fraser a sidelong glance and let out a good-natured laugh. “Well, I haven’t worked with Tara that long. Just a few months. Let’s just say I haven’t seen her dander rise up quite so quickly before. You seem to have made quite an impression on her.”

“Not really the impression I was hoping to make.” He tried to put on a goofy grin but it felt strained. Sucking up wasn’t his modus operandi. Problem-solving was. He had signed a contract so, for better or for worse, he was going to be here for the next few months. The last thing he wanted was to spend his days squabbling with Tara. Life was too short.

“From what I do know about her, she’s pretty private. She’s probably a bit stressed because she only has a few months left to pay off the rest of her loan to buy the clinic from the lodge. If I were you, I’d stick to medical issues. That’s what seems to keep her happy.”

Quite a commitment from someone who had to be in her early thirties at most.

“Does she have family out here?” Fraser took a stab at the only thing he could think of that would get someone to unpack their suitcases and stay put.

“Not that I know of. She’s never mentioned any family at all but, as I said, she keeps herself to herself.”

He knew that feeling. He hadn’t mentioned his family since the day after his brother’s funeral. His past he kept locked firmly away, where it belonged. Out of sight. Everyone was better off that way.

Fraser turned to face Liesel, his hands firmly squaring her shoulders to his, suddenly fuelled with the need to put things right. Whether or not he stuck around was a different issue, but he was not in the business of making other people’s lives a misery. Not any more. “Let’s not make this a tour of Deer Creek. Let’s make this a tour of Tara’s Deer Creek and see what we can discover about why she loves this place so much.”

Liesel crinkled her nose in confusion, “I’m not sure I follow you. I don’t think Tara would be so keen if we starting poking around her—”

“No, no,” Fraser enthused, “this is to help us—help me—survive the season. It’ll be like a treasure hunt, only … I’m not sure what the treasure is just yet.”

The nurse laughed again, infected by his energy. “I’m still not entirely sure I know what you’re talking about, Dr. MacKenzie, but I’m more than happy to join in. Although the chances are pretty high that everything you’re looking for is behind the doors of the clinic.”

Fraser linked arms with the redhead. “I’m quite sure there’s more to Dr. Tara Braxton than the clinic.” He turned towards Marian’s bakery on the small main street. “Come along, Liesel, I think I know the perfect place to start.”

Tara gave a short wave to the EMTs as they drove off with Mr. Jones safely secured in the back of the ambulance. His pulse and heart rate were stabilized. For now. But further extensive tests were required to ensure he didn’t need bypass surgery, and they were more complex than she could carry out here at the clinic. Luckily, the Valley Hospital was equipped to do most major surgeries. Denver wasn’t too far along the road if something truly complicated came their way. She had seen a couple of rescues that had involved airlifting the patients to Denver but, fingers crossed, nothing so far this season.

Refocusing her energies into her work had proved to be good medicine. Patient care was something she valued and the last thing she was going to allow her new hire to do was compromise her career. It had happened once, and it most certainly wouldn’t happen again.

As the morning wore on and the steady stream of patients ebbed away, Tara felt back on her game. Composed. In control. The morning’s cases had been fairly easy—a fractured wrist, a severe nosebleed and an early case of stomach upset from over-indulgence. Just enough busy work for Tara to almost squeeze images of the dark-haired Scot from her mind.