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Guilty Secrets. Virginia Kantra
Читать онлайн.Название Guilty Secrets
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isbn 9781472076878
Автор произведения Virginia Kantra
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Mills & Boon Vintage Intrigue
Издательство HarperCollins
Nell’s heart thumped.
She turned. And there was Joe, his thumbs in his belt loops and a gleam in his eye, lean and tough and hot. She was so glad to see him, it made her cross.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” he said, just the way she’d hoped he would four days ago when he’d brought Laila to the clinic to have her baby.
Four days ago. Four days. Without a phone call.
She lifted her chin. “Why? You finished your story.”
Joe nodded, still with that unsettling glint in his eyes. “That’s why.”
“I don’t understand,” Nell said.
“You mean you don’t remember.” He took a step closer, taking up more space and more oxygen than a man had a right to. “I told you that first night. Once I file the story, I don’t have any rules against taking you to bed.”
Dear Reader,
Welcome to another month of excitement and romance. Start your reading by letting Ruth Langan be your guide to DEVIL’S COVE in Cover-Up, the first title in her new miniseries set in a small town where secrets, scandal and seduction go hand in hand. The next three books will be coming out back to back, so be sure to catch every one of them.
Virginia Kantra tells a tale of Guilty Secrets as opposites Joe Reilly, a cynical reporter, and Nell Dolan, a softhearted do-gooder, can’t help but attract each other—with wonderfully romantic results. Jenna Mills will send Shock Waves through you as psychic Brenna Scott tries to convince federal prosecutor Ethan Carrington that he’s in danger. If she can’t get him to listen to her, his life—and her heart—will be lost.
Finish the month with a trip to the lands down under, Australia and New Zealand, as three of your favorite writers mix romance and suspense in equal—and irresistible—portions. Melissa James features another of her tough (and wonderful!) Nighthawk heroes in Dangerous Illusion, while Frances Housden’s heroine has to face down the Shadows of the Past in order to find her happily-ever-after. Finally, get set for high-seas adventure as Sienna Rivers meets Her Passionate Protector in Laurey Bright’s latest.
Don’t miss a single one—and be sure to come back next month for more of the best and most exciting romantic reading around, right here in Silhouette Intimate Moments.
Yours,
Leslie J. Wainger
Executive Editor
Guilty Secrets
Virginia Kantra
VIRGINIA KANTRA
credits her enthusiasm for strong heroes and courageous heroines to a childhood spent devouring fairy tales. A three-time Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, she has won numerous writing awards, including the Golden Heart, Maggie Award, Holt Medallion and Romantic Times W.I.S.H. Hero Award.
Virginia is married to her college sweetheart, a musician disguised as the owner of a coffeehouse. They live in Raleigh, North Carolina, with three teenagers, two cats, a dog and various blue-tailed lizards that live under the siding of their home. Her favorite thing to make for dinner? Reservations.
She loves to hear from readers. You can reach her at [email protected] or c/o Silhouette Books, 233 Broadway Suite 1001 New York, NY 10279.
To the ones who are living with grace and courage one day at a time.
Special thanks to my sister Pam for letting me pick her brain;
to Pam Baustian, Melissa McClone and Judith Stanton;
and, always, to Michael.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 1
“Man here asking for you, Nell,” Billie announced as she hustled past the nurses’ station.
Eleanor Dolan didn’t need a man. She needed six more hours in her day and a forty-percent increase in her operating budget. Or three extra-strength Tylenol and a new pair of orthopedic shoes.
Not that she had a shot at getting any of those things anytime soon. She was used to not getting what she wanted, but she’d learned to make do with what she had. She wasn’t settling, exactly. She was…surviving.
Nell sighed and made another note on her patient’s medical chart. “Is he a regular?”
The other nurse shook her close-cropped head. This week Billie’s hair was an improbable shade of red that glowed against her dark skin. “Nope. But you’ve got to see this one, Nell. Seriously.”
Monday mornings at the free clinic were like Saturday nights in the E.R.—a Saturday night when the moon was full and the Chicago Bulls were losing. “You’ve got to see this one” could mean anything. AIDS. Asthma. A cut that needed stitching.
“Right,” Nell said briskly. “Give him the forms and get him into an examining room. I’ll be right there.”
She pushed open the door to Exam Eight a few minutes later prepared to find the patient turning blue or bleeding. She wasn’t prepared for…
Oh, my.
Nell realized her jaw had dropped and closed her mouth with an audible snap. Billie was right. If you were female and breathing, you had to see this one. Seriously.
He wasn’t handsome. Dr. James Fletcher, the volunteer pediatrician, was handsome, his features balanced, his eyes kind, his teeth white and straight.
The man in Exam Eight had sharp, hooded eyes and a smile like a shark. His face was lined, lived in, with enough stubble on his jaw to suit a movie star. Or some homeless drifter. Judging from the quality of his upscale safari jacket, Nell voted for movie star. Although considering the jacket’s age, maybe she’d better go with drifter. He looked tough. Streetwise. Dangerous.
Nell distrusted him on sight.
She clutched his chart and forced a smile. “I’m Eleanor Dolan, the nurse-practitioner,” she said crisply. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr., ah—” She glanced at the sheet clipped to the front of the folder. It was blank, damn it. Somebody should have helped him if he was having trouble filling out the forms.
“Joe,” the man supplied. He was still smiling, but his eyes were watchful.
All right, he spoke English. But maybe he was worried about the law or Immigration. Maybe he was embarrassed about his financial situation. Maybe he couldn’t read.
She uncapped her pen, determined to help him. That was what she did. Help people.
“Last name?” she prompted.
“Reilly.”