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Chapter 52: Wild
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 53: Decision
EMMA I was still shaking as I stopped my car alongside my trailer in the complete darkness of the late night. When I pulled the keys from the ignition, the quiet around me was nearly deafening. I sat in the driver's seat, trying to calm myself before I made the dash from the relative safety of the car to the solitude of the trailer. I smelled of sex, and I could still feel Deacon between my legs. My panties were gone-lost somewhere in his office or possibly destroyed when he'd ripped them from my body. I hadn't lingered to look for them. As soon as Deacon had pulled out of me and stood up, a mixture of shame, guilt and uncertainty on his face, I'd fixed my dress as best I could and fled his office. I'd stopped momentarily at my own desk to retrieve my purse, and then I'd sprinted for my car, driving home without even thinking about it. I knew why Deacon had looked ashamed-he had every reason to feel that way, but I had a feeling that his reason why and mine didn't match up. He
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 54: Goodbye
EMMANoah barely glanced up at me. His eyes were fastened on Angela's face, as though he was memorizing every line, every change in expression. Her chest was moving up and down rapidly, and her forehead was creased in pain."Hey, there." I took the hand that Noah wasn't holding. "What's going on, Ang? I thought we had a deal when I left yesterday-you were going to get some rest and feel better, because you promised me a girls' weekend with all your sorority sisters, remember?" The ends of her lips tipped up just slightly. "Sorry . . . Em. Might have to . . . take a miss on that one." "Hmmm." My gaze flickered over to Noah. His eyes were bleak. "Listen, Angela. I talked to Deacon and Jenny-they told me that you don't want to go up to the ICU. I understand that you feel like you're never going to be better, that you've been fighting for a long time, but if you can be brave and strong just a little longer . . . you'll be so happy that you did. I can make sure that you get the be
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 55: This time
DEACONI finished the paperwork involved in Angela Spencer's death and left it with the floor's administrative staff to finalize. Sad that in the end, that was what our lives came down to: forms and signatures. I was almost numb from lack of sleep, but I had to make two stops before I left the hospital. Mira's office door stood open, and I knocked on it before walking in. "Deacon. What are you still doing here?" Mira had gone home last night to sleep, but she'd come back early this morning. "Shouldn't you be at home, passed out?" "I'm leaving shortly. I need to speak to you about something before I go." She heaved a long breath. "Is it really necessary this morning? Can't it wait?" "I'm afraid not." I sat down in the chair across from her desk. Mira eyed me. "If this is about your relationship with Emma Carson, save it. Everyone already knows what's going on. No need to get all confessional to me now." She paused. "And while I didn't necessarily care for Dr. Carson'
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 56: Moving Day
EMMA "UGH! Where the hell are you?" The fact that the man in question didn't answer me wasn't his fault, since he wasn't anywhere in the vicinity of my voice. That was part of the problem; I didn't know where he was, and he wasn't picking up his phone. He'd promised to be here at my little home on wheels fifteen minutes ago, and I was impatient. I peered out my window, frowning. My most recently cultivated garden plots were just a few feet away, and there were promising rows of happy green plants lined up in each of them. I'd decided to leave the trailer here as a resting place for when I was out working in my fields and as a reminder of how far I'd come in a little over a year. Maybe someday, I'd gut the trailer and remodel it as a guest home, but for now, I had my hands full with my new cabin, the plants I was cultivating-and my full-time job as a naturopath at St. Agnes Memorial Hospital.Building the cabin while trying to help run the oncology wing at St. Agnes hadn't be
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 57: With a little help from my friends
EMMA"Surprise!" Standing on the porch with the rest of my friends, Jenny clapped her hands. "What do you think?" "I love it. It's exactly my vision for this place." I knelt down to sniff at a blossom. "When did you do this?" Leaning on the rail, Anna Girard chuckled. "We all got here early this morning. Noah hauled over the plants I'd ordered from the nursery, and we brought the ones I've propagated from my own cuttings-from the ones you especially liked at the farm." "How did you know?" I marveled, touching a soft leaf. "Child, I pay attention when you talk." Anna rolled her eyes. "And I'm not so ancient that I can't keep track of what I hear." "You're not ancient at all." I wrapped my arms around my middle, mostly to hold in my excitement. Noah had parked the truck in my driveway, and now he strolled over to join us. "Nice work, y'all," he drawled. "Good to see that you didn't slack off after I left." Nico snorted. "You didn't leave us that much to do. You wer
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 58: All my friends
EMMAAnna wasn't kidding-they were there and ready to help the next time we met up to work.. Jimmy was a little quieter than his wife about his support, but it was stalwart, just the same. When Darcy-who had joined our happy band by that time-shared with us that the Monroe family was auctioning off the contents of their late parents' house and suggested they might have furniture and appliances I could use, it was Deacon's grandfather who had insisted that I store anything I bought in his barn. And that was why Nico and Noah were currently lifting a long wooden table from the back of Jimmy's old box truck-the one he usually used to haul produce to market. Behind them, Jimmy carried an antique rocking chair. "Where does this go, Emma?" he called as he maneuvered it up the porch steps. "The bedroom, please." I stepped aside to let him pass. Alison rose from the corner where she had just finished cleaning up the last bits of sawdust from around the baseboards in the living room.
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 59: Pillows and pals
EMMA"Noah? Are you still in here?" I closed the last kitchen cabinet and rolled my aching shoulders. It was late-nearly midnight-and everyone else had gone home hours ago. Darcy had run out for pizza and more beer around four, and after that, she had left, followed shortly thereafter by Anna and Jimmy. "If the old man doesn't get home before dark, heaven only knows where we might end up," Anna had confided as they walked out the door. "He won't admit it, but once the sun goes down, he loses all sense of direction." "Watch it, lady." Jimmy had pretended to glower at his wife as he swatted her backside. "Or I'll let you walk home through the woods." "And don't think I couldn't do it," she'd tossed back. "It can't be more than a mile as the crow flies from Emma's front door to ours. Might even beat you there, slow as you putter along the road." Both of them had kissed me on the cheek, but they'd never stopped sniping at each other, even as Jimmy opened the door for his wife
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 60: Lonely football players
EMMATaking a sip of my beer, I watched as Noah chugged his. His throat moved up and down, and his eyes closed, his long eyelashes-how was it fair that guys got those?-fanned out on his cheeks. I thought about how odd it was that since my arrival in Florida, I'd gotten close to two men who were such complete opposites in many ways. Deacon was an irresistible mix of the cerebral and the physical, between his crazy intelligent brain and his farmer boy physique. When he wore a suit, he looked as though he'd been born in one, but when he was in jeans, there wasn't any doubt that he was all rugged man.Noah, on the other hand, was so blatantly, in-your-face physical-all muscles and size and incredible sensuality. It would be easy to assume that a dude like him didn't have much going on upstairs, but that would be a mistake. Noah was a gifted mathematician who'd minored in British literature, simply because he loved to read Shakespeare, Dickens, Scott and Austen. He could've had any care
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