Race To The Altar. Judy Duarte
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Название: Race To The Altar
Автор: Judy Duarte
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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She could call a cab, but she made a lousy passenger—white knuckles and the whole nine yards. She felt powerless in the backseat, not to mention vulnerable, so she rarely kept her mouth shut, no matter who she rode with.
In retrospect—and with a nursing degree now under her belt—she realized that she probably should have had some counseling right after the accident.
Her grandparents had lost their only child in that accident, and seeing their eyes well with tears each time they thought of her father had made her own grief nearly unbearable. They’d been so caught up in their pain, they hadn’t realized how tough it had been for her, although that’s probably because she masked it so well.
But why make any of them suffer any more than they had to?
“Do you have a space number for the Haines?” Molly asked.
“Yes, it’s two-twenty-three. It’s close to the entrance, so you shouldn’t have any trouble finding it.”
No, her biggest problem would be in mustering her courage for the trek.
As long as she knew exactly where she was going, she did okay driving into Wexler or even to Evansville, which was ten miles to the east. But whenever she had to drive anywhere unfamiliar, she got a little uneasy.
But, hey. It wasn’t that bad. She would just put on her seat belt, adjust her mirrors, stay under the speed limit and keep lots of space between her car and the other vehicles on the road.
So what if she had to deal with a few impatient drivers who honked at her?
“I’ll probably stop by sometime tomorrow,” she said, thinking it would be best if she had more daylight hours ahead of her and she didn’t have to risk being on the street at night.
“Thanks, Molly.” Betsy smiled, but before she could add anything else, her pager went off. “Uh-oh. That’s my answering service. I’ve got to call in.”
Molly nodded, just as her pager went off, too. She glanced at her own display screen. Room 310.
Chase needed her.
Chase lay in bed, his television on the blink. He supposed he could have used the call button, which would have paged any nurse at the desk, but it wasn’t just any nurse he wanted to see; it was Molly.
Why did he get the feeling she was avoiding him today?
Had he gone too far when he’d asked her to let him use her mailing address?
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