Mine at Last
Diagnosis: Temptation
After years away from home, Shauna Banks has finally returned to Key West. But as a consultant hired to evaluate the local medical center, she immediately comes up against none other than the sensuous Dr. Dominik Coles. All through high school the compelling and intense heartthrob claimed her thoughts and her emotions. Now fate has brought them back together, and what’s worse—he doesn’t seem to remember her!
The passionate surgeon has one goal: to save his hospital. And Dominik will do whatever it takes to keep it from going under—even if it means tangling with the stubborn beauty whose recommendation could close it forever. But the closer he gets to Shauna, the more his physical longing for her threatens his best intentions. As they both play with fire, could the flames destroy their chance at love?
When the last paper was picked up he stood and held out his hand to her.
She took it and stood up too close for comfort. Chest to chest, she looked up into his dark, soulful eyes. Her heart stumbled and every nerve ending in her body tingled. Suddenly the high school crush she remembered from so long ago was standing right here in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and touch him. She licked her lips. An instant later she grabbed him and her mouth was on his.
The kiss took them both by surprise; neither expected what happened next. The impulsive kiss, once sweet and tender, changed to unrestrained passion and then to pure aggressive want. It was as if their bodies took over their reason. Shauna wrapped her arms around Dominik’s neck and he encircled her waist, pulling her close.
The kiss was all-consuming passion and beyond. She parted her lips and he delved deep into her mouth. Their tongues twisted and teased, sucked and savored the sudden life-affirming sweetness. The moment was insane, but she couldn’t stop herself. This was something she had longed to do for years.
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Mine at Last
CELESTE O. NORFLEET,
a native Philadelphian, has always been artistic, but now her artistic imagination flows through the computer keys instead of a paintbrush. She is a prolific writer for Harlequin Kimani Arabesque and Harlequin Kimani Romance. Her romance novels, realistic with a touch of humor, depict strong, sexy characters and have unpredictable plots and exciting story lines. With an impressive backlist, she continues to win rave reviews and critical praise for her spicy, sexy romances that scintillate as well as entertain. Celeste also lends her talent to the Harlequin Kimani TRU young adult line. Her young adult novels are dramatic fiction, reflecting current issues facing all teens. Celeste has been nominated for and is the winner of numerous awards. She lives in Virginia with her family. You can visit her website, www.celesteonorfleet.wordpress.com, or contact her at
[email protected]
or P.O. Box 7346, Woodbridge, VA 22195-7346.
Celeste O. Norfleet
Dear Reader,
The Coles family of Key West series has really captured my creative imagination. I hope you’re enjoying the wonderfully entertaining characters as much as I am. Writing about their indomitable spirit is a true pleasure. Their close family bond and heartfelt drive to find happiness has inspired me once again. In
Mine at Last
you will meet Dr. Dominik Coles and Shauna Banks. Both are headstrong and focused on a single goal, but getting to it has them battling until the very end. Sit back with a cool drink and enjoy reading how Dominik and Shauna are perfect together. As this series draws to an end, watch for the last story. It’s entitled
The Thrill of You.
And be ready for my next family series, The Buchanans of Alaska. You’ve met Andre and Chase—now you’ll meet the rest of the exciting Buchanan family.
Celeste O. Norfleet
www.celesteonorfleet.wordpress.com
To Fate & Fortune
Contents
Chapter 1
Shauna Banks drove slowly as she followed the signs that directed her to Key West Medical Center. But she didn’t need the signs. She could have found her way in the middle of a category-five hurricane. Chills crawled through her body and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Being here brought back too many bad memories. She had once vowed never to return to this place and she hadn’t in almost fifteen years. Now she didn’t have a choice. She looked up at the huge structure and took a deep breath.
Coming from another assignment, she was tired and restless, but she had a job to do and there was no alternative. Being her own boss made her solely responsible for the success of her business. Her biggest client, the Cura Medical Group, needed her professional consulting services. It wasn’t until she’d already agreed that she found out which medical center she’d be reviewing. Now, with the faster timetable put in place due to unforeseen circumstances, everything got moved up, including her company’s involvement in this process.
Her plan was simple and straightforward—get this over with and leave Key West as soon as possible. To expedite the process, she’d gotten in the night before. Even though she had an appointment to get started the following week, she didn’t want to wait. The sooner she got this job over with, the better.
Shauna parked her car as far away from the main entrance as she could. Then she turned the light on and quickly reviewed the notes one last time. She got out and walked toward the emergency doors as if she were condemned and walking to the gallows. Each step sent a spike of pain into her heart. Suddenly, she was seventeen years old again, with her arm draped around her mother’s shoulders as they rushed to get help. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled and rain poured down drenching them, but it didn’t matter. All she knew was she’d soon be getting help for her mother. Everything would be okay. She was wrong. That was when it all started, or rather, it all ended for her. But that was a long time ago and she was a different person now.
As soon as she entered the hospital E.R. waiting area, her stomach jumped. She hated this part. The ominous thought of being there made her feel empty and raw. She walked farther in and looked around. At five o’clock in the morning, dim lights and sterile surroundings greeted her. A few people turned to look in her direction but then went back to what they were doing. There was a line at check-in. She waited.
This morning it appeared she had perfect timing. There were a number of people already waiting, plus two families in line in front of her. The first was a couple with two small children. One child, the youngest, was crying miserably in her mother’s arms. The other clung sleepily to her father’s neck while holding tight to a small stuffed animal.
In front of them was an older Latino couple, already speaking with the nurse at check-in about medical insurance and the man’s swollen and bruised arm. Shauna smiled to herself. These two families would give her the perfect opportunity to time them going through the system. She stood behind them listening as nonchalantly as possible.
This was her usual modus operandi—to come early in the morning, before she was expected, to observe how the staff operated and performed. Dressed in jeans, a simple top, sneakers and a baseball cap, she made sure to blend in and go unnoticed. It wasn’t exactly being sneaky or underhand; it was more like firsthand reliable scrutiny. They anticipated her arrival next week. It was unofficial, but this was when she saw the real people doing their real jobs, and for good or bad, she evaluated them accordingly.
This was always an E.R.’s first impression. And how they made it was extremely important. Shauna watched and listened as the duty nurse gathered the man’s pertinent information. Afterward she quickly assessed the extent of the injury for triage and general patient care. It took only a few minutes. To Shauna’s surprise, the process was quick and efficient. She walked away quietly as not to draw attention to herself. Finding a seat away from the check-in desk, she sat and began her more intense study.
This was Key West Medical Center E.R. at five o’clock in the morning. She made a notation in her computer tablet, then proceeded to write a few initial observation notes on general appearance, cleanliness, security, staff attentiveness and overall performance. Having done this dozens of times before, she was detached and methodical and her discipline was unwavering.
Just then a woman walked over and sat down, leaving a seat between them. With much ado the woman heaved a huge leather bag onto the empty seat. Shauna glanced sideways and nodded, giving a polite smile hoping the woman wouldn’t talk to her.
Please, don’t talk to me. Please, don’t talk to me. Please, don’t talk to...
“Hi, I saw you when you came in just now. I’ve seen you before,” the woman said as she rummaged through her big bag and finally pulled out a shiny red apple.
...me. Crap.
Shauna turned at the comment, noticing the older woman leaning to look over her shoulder at the typed screen. She was dressed in flashy party attire and wore way too much makeup and perfume for this time of morning. She was near-skeleton-like thin and her hair was coiffed, teased and lacquered into a huge puff style cemented atop her head. “No, I don’t think so. You have me mistaken for someone else.”
“I also saw you didn’t stop at the check-in desk,” the woman said as she rubbed the apple a few times on her dress, then took a huge, juicy bite. “I’m Lindy. We’re actually not supposed to eat in here, but I’ve been sitting here so long that I’m hungry,” she whispered and chewed at the same time. She pulled out a second apple and offered it to Shauna.
“Oh, no, thank you,” Shauna said, watching her put the apple back into her big bag.
“I see you have one of those new computer tablets that play movies and videos and stuff. I should have brought something more than just this one magazine with me,” Lindy said then looked at Shauna’s face, puzzled. “So, what’s wrong with you? Do you have some kind of chronic illness or something?”
“No, of course not,” Shauna said, slightly taken aback.
“Oh, good, ’cause no offence, but I’d have to move if you did. I was in here last month and there was some guy who said he had typhoid fever. Of course, the week before that he said he had malaria.” She leaned in closer and whispered, “I think he was crazy or maybe he was one of those hypocrites who think they have all those illnesses.”
“You mean a hypochondriac.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. I don’t see him here right now,” Lindy said, then narrowed her eyes and looked closer. “So, what’s wrong with you? You don’t look all that sick.”
“Actually, I’m not here for medical attention,” Shauna confessed as her cell phone’s email message beeped. She glanced at the message but didn’t respond.
“Yeah, I kinda guessed that. I’m also guessing you don’t work here, either, right?” Lindy said.
“No,” Shauna said, “I don’t work here.”
“I didn’t think so. I know most of the people who work here in E.R. You don’t look like a doctor or a nurse. Why are you here?”
Shauna quickly decided to ignore the question. “Really? Then maybe you can tell me about some of the people here. What are they like? You don’t have to be exact or anything like that, just general. Do they know their jobs? Are they professional?”