Lana had made the right choice by breaking their engagement.
He looked like an urbane city man now, a business tycoon in a Savile Row suit, but that scar on his chin revealed the man he'd been. Lana knew him, under that suit.
Under that suit, he was …
Warm skin and hard muscle. Every inch of him.
For God's sake, Lana. You're the department chair. Pay attention.
More than a million dollars were at stake. West Central was counting on her to achieve one simple goal: renew PLI's contract.
Perhaps she ought to set a second goal. She was going to keep her heart well guarded from the dreamy Dr MacDowell.
* * *
The Brothers MacDowell: Doctors who have never taken time for love —until now!
The Doctor’s
Former Fiancée
Caro Carson
Despite a no-nonsense background as a West Point graduate and US Army officer, CARO CARSON has always treasured the happily-ever-after of a good romance novel. After reading romances no matter where in the world the army sent her, Caro began a career in the pharmaceutical industry. Little did she know the years she spent discussing science with physicians would provide excellent story material for her new career as a romance author. Now, Caro is delighted to be living her own happily-ever-after with her husband and two children in the great state of Florida, a location which has saved the coaster-loving, theme-park fanatic a fortune on plane tickets.
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Contents
Chapter One
It was the part of his job Braden MacDowell hated most. Turning down requests. Telling someone their work was not going to pay off.
Killing dreams.
Braden pushed through the hospital’s double doors with more force than was necessary. Nurses stared. Perhaps no one expected a stranger wearing a business suit rather than doctor’s scrubs to be walking purposefully through a treatment area, but Braden knew this was a shortcut to the conference room.
Perhaps they thought he looked familiar. Braden knew he shared his brothers’ physical features. Dr. Quinn MacDowell was the medical director here. Dr. Jamie MacDowell had left the battlefields of the Middle East to serve the city of Austin in this hospital’s emergency department.
Braden nodded curtly at the staff as he kept walking down the corridors, the endless hospital corridors.
Perhaps they stared because the man he resembled the most strongly was his father, whose life-sized portrait hung in the lobby. He’d founded the hospital. Two of his sons healed the sick here. But Braden, the eldest, had traded in scrubs and cowboy boots for a suit and Testoni shoes. He’d taken his medical degree and left Austin for the high-stakes world of corporate America.
The staff might be wondering which MacDowell he was, but they’d know soon enough. He was the MacDowell returning home to kill someone’s dream.
Braden took two flights of stairs rather than wait for the elevator. This hospital was still as familiar to him as the back of his hand. He’d practically lived here during his residency, which was how he knew this shortcut would let him avoid the hospital’s chapel.
He’d face that memory
