Highland Fling
KATE TRACED THE PUCKERED, rough edge of the scar that ran from his side across the smooth satin of his back. He was warm and —
"Dr. Wexford, could you take a look at Mr. Chesney's x-ray before you leave?"
— he was a figment of her imagination. The intern's question jerked her back to the present. It was a good thing her shift was ending, if she was daydreaming by the coffee machine again. She was officially off-duty, but she could spare the time to check an x-ray. Not only did she love what she did, it was off-duty dedication that had earned her the position of assistant head of ER at Atlanta's prestigious Walker Medical Center.
"Absolutely." Kate drained the rest of her double latte with the espresso shot, took the film and held it up to the fluorescent light. She shook her head. Work in a city ER was neither boring nor predictable. "Did Mr. Chesney give you any indication he has a small rodent in his rectal area?"
Dave Reddick, straight out of med school, nearly choked. "No, doctor, he didn't."
"My guess is a female hamster, three to four months old. I think Dyer's on the surgical r ... read full excerpt from: Highland Fling ebook
