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Dr. Morgan Talbot was too handsome by half.
Rachel could spend hours just staring at him and watching the different expressions that crossed his face, listening to his deep musical laughter.
“Time for your examination, Rachel. Surely you don’t expect your daughter to be examined if you aren’t?”
“Oh.” Flushing, she nodded and added, “Very ingenious of you.” She stood and hopped up onto the tiny pediatric table.
“Did I mention you look nice in your navy suit?”
Her color inched up a notch. “Thank you, Doctor.”
“Now, lift your arm,” he said in his professional tone.
She lifted her arm.
“Now drop it.”
She dropped it. “Why?”
“I just wanted to see if you’d do it.”
Rachel smacked his arm. He chuckled and so did she.
CHERYL WOLVERTON
grew up in a military town, though her father was no longer in the service when she was born. She attended Tomlinson Junior High School and Lawton High School and was attending Cameron when she met her husband, Steve. After a whirlwind courtship of two weeks they became engaged. Four months later they were married, and that was over seventeen years ago.
Cheryl and Steve have two wonderful children, Christina, sixteen, and Jeremiah, thirteen. Cheryl loves having two wonderful teenagers in the house.
As for books, Cheryl has written eight novels for the Steeple Hill Love Inspired line and is currently working on new novels. Watch for her third book in the series HILL CREEK, TEXAS, as well as other surprises planned in the future. You can contact Cheryl at P.O. Box 207, Slaughter, LA 70777. She loves to hear from readers.
What the Doctor Ordered
Cheryl Wolverton
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God and are called according to his purpose.
—Romans 8:28
Dedicated to all the mothers and fathers who have been there for their kids.
Acknowledgments
James, big bro, this one is to you. What can I say? I love you.
Sometimes there are special people who touch your life, people you never forget. Years later you still remember the kind deeds they did or the gentle spirit they had. I know two such people. Dr. Jerry Youker. Your gentle spirit, your care for the person as a person and not just as a patient, has never left me! The way you allowed me to follow you around as a volunteer at Comanche County Memorial Hospital in Lawton, Oklahoma, will never be forgotten.
And Dr. Mogab! Oh, how I loved to be tested by you, as you’d let me look at X rays with you and go in rooms with you as you stitched up people! I still have those fond memories of being student to your teacher. Thank you both.
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
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
She ran right into him—literally.
Rachel Anderson White stumbled and dropped the bags she’d been carrying in her arms.
“Whoa, there.” A large, strong hand reached out and steadied her. The firm, warm grip was definitely male, Rachel thought as she looked at the long, slim fingers and the dark skin that led to a well-muscled arm.
Rachel lifted her gaze to the deep brown eyes of one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen. She worked hard not to suck in a breath of disbelief. Dark, conservatively cut hair topped high cheekbones, straight nose and a firm, square jaw. Her gaze touched each of these features one by one before traveling to twinkling eyes that shone with warmth. When his mouth curved into a warm, friendly smile her heart thumped a bit faster.
“Are you all right?”
Rachel heard the question but stood stunned, quite unable to answer.
“Here, let me help you, Mrs….?”
The Mrs. snapped her out of her stupor, though she wasn’t sure if it was because that word still brought pain or if she wanted him to know she wasn’t married. “Miss. Rachel Anderson White. I didn’t mean to nearly knock you down. I was bringing supplies for my daughter’s class and not watching where I was…”
She noticed the child he carried on his left hip. Her cheeks heated as the dark-haired sparkling-eyed boy, no more than three or four years old, hugged the man and whispered something.
The hunk whispered gentle words to the child before a low chuckle filled the air around him. Glancing at Rachel, the man smiled.
“He’d like me to tell you he’s Jeremy and he went to ask Pastor Ben to pray for him because he’s sick.”
The little boy nodded, his shaggy brown bangs falling in his eyes, reminding her of a shaggy little dog as his head bobbed excitedly.
“I…see.” Rachel wasn’t sure what to say, since she didn’t attend church here and didn’t really know the pastor. “Are you feeling better?” she asked lamely.
The child grinned and nodded. “All better.”
Rachel chuckled. “Well, that’s good.”
Setting the young boy on his feet, the man paused to squeeze the boy’s shoulders. “Go back to class, Jeremy. You’ll be fine now.”
The little boy bounced down the hall without a backward glance, his fast gait echoing loudly on the tiled floor.
“By the way, I’m Morgan—”
“I hope it’s not serious?” Rachel said at the same time.
They both laughed.
Mild panic seized her that her daughter might be exposed to something that afflicted Jeremy and she’d have to take off work when she had just gotten her new job.
Morgan shook his head. “Not at all. He thought he had pinkeye, but he only has a mild cold. Still he wanted Pastor Ben to pray for him before he went back for his nap.”
Nap! The relief she’d started to feel at his words was instantly replaced with more panic.
“Oh, dear.” Rachel dropped to her knees and started gathering paper towels, a bag of finger paints, a tiny pink pillow,