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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      One

      “Doctor, you’ll never guess who’s here to see you!”

      Liza Colton’s head snapped up. Her glance around the room confirmed that she was still alone in the examination room, waiting for the busy doctor’s attention. Her gaze focused on the door, realizing it wasn’t quite closed.

      “Missy, I don’t have time for guessing games.” The deep voice had an interesting, intriguing timbre that fascinated Liza. She wondered if his appearance could possibly match his voice. Not that it mattered, really.

      “But it’s the latest diva!” the invisible nurse gushed.

      Liza stiffened.

      “Diva?”

      As if the nurse thought he didn’t understand the word, she said, “You know, that’s what they call Streisand, Céline Dion, Mariah Carey—”

      “I know what the word means, Missy,” the male voice asserted. “I’m just surprised, though. What diva would be here in Saratoga Springs?” But there wasn’t an ounce of interest in his voice.

      “Liza Colton! I saw her two nights ago. She’s the latest diva. Well, she will be. She’s not quite there yet. But she was fabulous! Why, she got a standing ovation at the end. Everyone just kept on clapping.”

      Liza smiled. It had been a gratifying moment. And she hadn’t had too many of those lately.

      “The beer sales must’ve been brisk,” he said dryly. “Why is she here?”

      “It’s tragic! She can barely speak.”

      “After performing two nights ago?”

      “And last night, too. And she’s got another performance tonight.” There was a brief pause, and Liza thought maybe they’d moved away. Which suited her just fine. The man obviously didn’t appreciate music or have much regard for her talents.

      “Oh, Doctor,” the nurse, who’d shown her into the examining room, pleaded, her overwrought tones making Liza roll her eyes, “you just have to save her!”

      “Let’s don’t get carried away, Missy. I’m an ear, nose and throat specialist, not a heart surgeon.”

      Well, unlike most doctors, at least he didn’t have an inflated view of himself. Liza decided maybe she could forgive him for his earlier remarks.

      Then the door opened.

      She was skilled at cloaking her emotions—good thing—but she’d never been bowled over by a man’s looks before.

      He was gorgeous. Not picture perfect, like the models or actors who tried to impress her. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but he had…substance. That was the word she was searching for. Gorgeous substance. His dark brown hair was conservatively cut, but rumpled, as if he ran his hands through it…and made her want to do the same. His physique was that of an athlete, strong, muscular. And his blue eyes almost made her swoon. Or was that her illness?

      “Ms. Colton?” he asked as he stepped into the room and extended his hand.

      She was reluctant to accept that offer of welcome. But she finally shook his warm hand with hers. And shivered.

      “Cold? Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Hathaway.”

      She gave him a slight smile and nodded.

      “I understand you’ve been exciting the crowds with your singing. Congratulations.”

      She wanted to ask if he paid his nurse a bonus for filling him in on his patients so he could appear so interested. But he wasn’t worth straining her voice any further.

      With a nod, she waited for him to get down to business.

      “Can you tell me what the problem is?”

      She drew a deep breath. Many men had told her how sultry, how sexy, her voice was. But now it was raw, raspy and painful. With care, she said, “I’ve strained my voice.”

      When

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