Author: Abigail Sharpe
Release Date: July 1st 2014
Publisher: Forever Yours
As a single mom and pediatrician, Sabrina Bankhead doesn't have time for romance. All that changes when she reluctantly agrees to take part in a dating show fundraiser for a children's hospital. But once she sets eyes on the journalist hired to cover the show, none of the four contestants stand a chance. If she doesn't choose one of the eligible bachelors, the hospital doesn't raise a cent. What's a lovestruck doc to do?
Investigative journalist Quinn Donnelly is on the mend after an assignment in Afghanistan left him both physically and emotionally scarred. Though he's itching to return overseas and finish his story, he'll have to be content with this fluff piece assignment to cover a local dating show. One-night stands are Quinn's forte-but after he meets Sabrina, he's ready to say yes for the long haul. After years of chasing the next big story, Quinn is starting to wonder if maybe home really can be where the heart is...
"I just called to…” Sabrina's words jammed in her throat. No way could she admit that she just wanted to hear his voice.
Thankfully Quinn didn’t make her finish her sentence. “I’m glad you called.” The gruff in his voice was still there, but it had changed to something softer, sending a little thrill down her body.
“You are?” Was that low, throaty sound coming from her?
“Yeah. I missed you tonight.”
A niggling feeling centered in her brain and sent stabs of doubt to her heart. I missed you sounded good, but maybe he just missed his bed warmer. “Missed me?”
“I mean, you know, talking to you.” Quinn chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong - having you naked is a nice side benefit, but I don’t only want you for your body, Doc. I didn’t get to speak to you today, and when I got home it seemed my day wasn’t complete.”
She had the same feeling, but tried to play it down. “It was a busy day.”
He yawned, and she heard his bed sheets rustling. “Good thing there’s email and cell phones so we can keep talking once I’m done with the show and back in Afghanistan. You’d make the day brighter even in a desert.”
She covered her eyes to quell the burning behind them, wanting to block out the reminder that he wasn’t in Harbin forever, that he’d be leaving and putting himself in danger, taking a good part of her with him. “That’s a nice thing to say, Quinn.”
“Apparently I talk a lot when I’m tired.” He gave a huff of laughter. “You don’t have to humor me.”
“I woke you. I’m sorry. You should go back to sleep.”
“Talking to you is much nicer than sleep.”
Her heart fluttered into her stomach, danced down to her toes and shot right back to her chest. Forget killing her. This was drawn-out torture, one to which she willingly submitted.
“Let me turn off my light.” Her voice dropped and got breathy. She flipped her switch and cuddled under her sheets with the phone tucked under her ear. She wrapped her arms around herself, imagining Quinn’s warm, strong hands in place of the flannel on her skin, touching her, stroking her in lazy circles while they lay in each others arms. “I’m back.”
His voice was no longer gruff, but still low, almost a growl. “How was your date tonight?”
Was that jealousy? “Do we have to talk about it? Can’t you wait until Friday like everyone else?”
“I can, but I’m not everyone else. Haven’t I told you this before?”
Like she needed the reminder. It had been a long, long time since a man had shattered her safe world.
“Besides, we’re taping tomorrow. Remember I’m heading to Atlanta on Friday to see my doctors.”
The doctors that would clear him to return to the desert. The doctors that would send him away from her. She focused on the present. “Brian wasn’t the egotistical megalomaniac that he was last week.”
“Hmmmm.” He chuckled. “Does this mean I have competition?”
“I dunno,” she teased. “He did take me out dancing. You know that’s the way to a girl’s heart.”
“As long as it’s not the way to her mind.” He cleared his throat, and his voice became cautious. “I know I don’t have any say in your personal life, but if you think you could be happy with him, you should see where it goes.”
“Oh.” What the hell did that mean? Disappointment tightened her chest like a blood pressure cuff and her eyes moistened. What was she thinking? “Look, it’s getting late. You should sleep.”
“Don’t hang up.” His voice lowered again, almost a whisper. “We’ve never able to spend a full night together. If this is the only way, then you have to stay on the phone.”
“I do have to warn you. I snore.”
She laughed softly and turned on her side, snuggling under the covers, her emotions playing havoc with her common sense. “I know.”
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