heart did a little flip.
Oh, brother. This had to stop. Her growing attraction to Derek was becoming a total nuisance. She hadn’t traveled clear across the country to get lovesick about a man.
She was still a married woman, after all.
As a lump of bitterness rose in her throat, Chloe quickly banished the reminder. “I’ll prep the exam room,” she said before ducking out of Derek’s office.
Her white sneakers squeaked against the floor as she hurried down the hall. She sucked in a few deep breaths, wishing she could erase the memory of Felix from her mind. But each time she thought she was close to forgetting her former life, those annoying reminders crept in like a cat burglar.
Why couldn’t she just put the past behind her? After too many years of living in fear and being tormented by the man she’d foolishly married, she was finally free of Felix Moreno. She’d spent the past two years painstakingly preparing for this, stashing money, renewing her nursing license, arranging her escape. Once she’d gotten free, she’d spent six months making her way east, never staying in one place for long while she waited for the dust to settle. Waited until she could be absolutely certain that Felix truly believed she was dead.
She’d wound up in Eden Falls, Pennsylvania, by pure chance—she’d run out of gas right outside of town. She’d intended on filling the tank and continuing on to Philadelphia, but the moment she’d laid eyes on the idyllic Eden Falls, she’d fallen in love. This small town had everything she’d always dreamed of and never had in California—warmth, joy, a tight-knit sense of family and community. There was nothing fake about the people of Eden Falls; they were kind, decent folks who looked out for each other, which was the complete opposite of the phony, materialistic people she’d been surrounded with her entire life.
When she’d sat in the little diner in the heart of downtown and flipped through the newspaper, the job ad she’d come across had been like a neon sign from a higher power. The clinic in town was in need of a nurse—and what do you know, Chloe had a nursing degree just waiting to be put to use again.
This past month had been so utterly wonderful. She loved her job, adored her cozy one-bedroom apartment, respected the heck out of her boss.
So why was she still battling the impulse to continually look over her shoulder?
As Chloe entered the exam room, something cold touched her cheek. She jumped, then relaxed when she realized it was her own hand. She’d involuntarily begun to stroke the left side of her face, a nervous gesture she’d been trying to wean herself out of. She didn’t want to draw any undue attention to her face, and besides, the thin ridge of scar tissue marring her skin beneath the makeup simply served as another reminder of the life she’d left behind.
Letting her hand drop, she crossed the room and quickly rolled a fresh sheet of exam paper over the table. Then she strode toward the cabinet against the far wall and removed a blue hospital johnny.
As she placed the gown on the table, she squared her shoulders, forcing her brain into work mode. She couldn’t agonize over Felix anymore. She was free now. Safe.
And happy. Damn it, for the first time in her life she was honest-to-God happy, and she refused to let Felix Moreno take that away. He’d already taken too much from her. He’d terrorized her, scarred her, humiliated her.
But he hadn’t broken her.
As a rush of pride welled up in her belly, Chloe left the exam room and headed for the waiting area, banishing all thoughts of Felix and her past from her mind. The only thing she needed to focus on right now was calling in the next patient and proving to Derek Colton that hiring her had been the best decision he’d ever made.
Had he made the wrong decision in hiring Amelia?
Derek puckered his brows as he watched his new nurse slip her arm through Rachel Danford’s. He couldn’t hear what Amelia was saying, but he made out the encouraging note in her soft voice.
Rachel and her husband, Jacob, looked stricken as they listened to Amelia. Jacob was strong and stoic in his dark trousers, brown suspenders and white shirt, his work-hewn hands clutching a wide-brimmed straw hat. Rachel wore a modest black dress and lace-up boots, and beneath the white head covering indicating her married status, her light brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She was a pretty girl with a spattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose and the kindest brown eyes Derek had ever seen.
Several of Derek’s patients hailed from the Amish village that bordered Eden Falls. As a physician, he appreciated the hardworking and serious nature of the Amish, and he offered his medical services to all the Amish folk of Paradise Ridge free of charge. Derek had never been one to play favorites, but he had to admit, he held a real soft spot for Rachel and Jacob, a newly married couple only a few years older than his sixteen-year-old sister.
His heart had sunk to the pit of his stomach during Rachel’s examination. Informing a patient that he’d discovered a lump in her breast was pure agony, especially when the patient happened to be a sweet young woman only starting out in life. Rachel and Jacob had been shaken up by the news, but they’d put on brave faces as Derek wrote up the referral to an oncologist at Philly General.
Now, discreetly loitering by his receptionist’s desk, Derek watched the exchange happening across the room, wondering why he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling churning in his gut.
Amelia had been unusually jumpy today. Scratch that—she was always jumpy, which was probably why he constantly found himself second-guessing his decision to hire her.
He couldn’t deny her skill, though. The woman was damn good at her job, possessing a gentle bedside manner and the kind of swift efficiency he couldn’t help but admire. She’d displayed courage and grace under pressure when she’d helped him treat Violet Chastain, despite having been thrust into the task right in the middle of her job interview. She’d impressed the hell out of him then, and she continued to impress him now.
But … something about the woman didn’t sit right with him. He got the feeling there was a lot more to Amelia Phillips than met the eye, but he’d yet to figure out if she was secretive by nature or just keeping secrets.
“Derek?”
Amelia’s soft voice jolted him from his thoughts. He looked up to find her standing directly in front of him. A glance at the door showed that the Danfords had taken their leave.
“Sorry. I spaced out.” He cleared his throat. “What were you talking with Rachel and Jacob about?”
She flushed. “I offered to be at the hospital with them when Rachel goes in for the biopsy.” She quickly hurried on. “I know that striking up a friendship with a patient might be construed as unprofessional, but I feel so badly for the girl. And she and Jacob are terrified of hospitals, so I thought seeing a familiar face when she gets the procedure done might be comforting.”
Her words brought a pang of guilt to Derek’s stomach. Damn, and a second ago he’d actually been rethinking his decision to hire this woman. That Amelia would go out of her way to ease Rachel Danford’s anxiety told him far more about her than her tendency to get skittish. He’d never met a woman with a bigger heart, and as she fidgeted awkwardly, awaiting his response, Derek had to smile.
“That’s a really nice thought,” he said gruffly.
Her blush deepened, drawing his attention to those
