Just what the doctor ordered…
Chef Bree Taylor arrives in the charming little town of Pajaro Bay for a friend’s funeral, and immediately runs into Dr. Nico Silva, a local emergency physician who just might be the cure for what ails her:
“Do you need help?” asked a deep voice with just the slightest hint of an accent.
She looked up from her phone.
The man wore a gray polo shirt and charcoal Dockers. His hair was black, a bit shaggy, and ruffled slightly in the ocean breeze. He appeared to be watching her with amusement. Dark-tanned skin, an aquiline nose, and prominent cheekbones in a lean but handsome face made her forget what she was doing.
“Yes,” she finally said, wondering why her voice sounded so breathless.
He bent down to lean in the car window. “How can I help?”
Kiss me, she thought, shocked by her own subconscious. But kind of pleased, she had to confess. It was the first cheerful thought she’d had in days, even if it was an inappropriate one. She noticed that his eyes were as intoxicatingly rich as the finest bittersweet chocolate. Yum. She grinned at him. “I’m lost.”
“Yeah,” he said blandly. “I sensed that from the way you’re parked sideways in the middle of Main Street…”
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