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The deep blue of his eyes stirred her memory. They were just as she remembered, blue as the Caribbean Sea and caressing her soul as if she was splashing in their seductive depths
God, she’d missed him—hadn’t realized just how much until this moment. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him how rarely a day went by that she didn’t think of him, and that never before had just seeing someone caused so much mayhem to her mind and body.
The whole package appealed to her, drew her in: the spark that flickered through her when his warm fingers clasped hers; the heat in his eyes when their gazes met; the way she’d instantly wanted him with an intensity she’d never experienced before or since that spring break they’d met.
She sighed, reminding herself that the first day on her new job wasn’t the time or the place to be fantasizing about the hunky doctor who’d haunted her heart for the past ten years. Or to be rehashing all the reasons why that particular fantasy wouldn’t ever come true.
Dear Reader,
I love to hear how couples first met, how they fell in love. How, oftentimes, fate kept them apart, but they somehow managed to find their way back to each other despite the odds. Sigh. I am ever the romantic, and reunion stories just tug at my heart and make me teary-eyed.
When Chelsea Majors met Jared Floyd, she knew. Deep in her heart, she knew that he was everything she wanted. But life was complicated—isn’t it always?—and they weren’t meant to be. Now, years later, fate brings them together again, and sparks fly. This time Chelsea is determined to heal Jared’s broken heart, and in the process, teach him that love is worth fighting for.
As with many of my stories, I fell in love with the characters. Jared is such a tortured soul, and Chelsea is someone I just had to pray got her man. Sigh. Did I mention that reunion stories get me every time?
I love to hear from readers. Please e-mail me at [email protected] to let me know what you think of Jared and Chelsea’s story or just to chat about romance. You can also visit me at www.janicelynn.net to find out my latest news.
Happy reading!
Janice
The Doctor’s Meant-To-Be Marriage
Janice Lynn
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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 ONE
DR CHELSEA MAJORS pulled on her lab coat and prepared to bask in the first day of the rest of her life.
OK, so maybe she was being overly dramatic, but she’d worked a long time to get to this particular morning. Today she started work at Madison Medical Center, a family clinic that employed three physicians. Make that, as of today, four.
She’d never considered going anywhere other than the moderate-sized practice near Alabama’s Gulf Shore coast where her brother worked. From the time of her birth Will had practically raised her. Certainly, she’d spent a lot more time in his care than her parents’.
Henry and Iva Majors had had lives to save, extended overseas mission trips to go on, and medical boards to run. Dealing with their youngest child had been left to hired help. Chelsea had preferred the care of her nanny to her often times indifferent parents anyway. Will had been another story. He’d been the perfect son while Chelsea had been an accident from the moment of conception. Her mother had had no qualms at pointing out that due to her difficult pregnancy she’d had to miss out on an important mission trip to Bosnia.
Plus, she was pretty sure her parents had decided a mistake had been made at the hospital and they’d been given the wrong child. Who could blame them when they were such overachievers? Her father, her mother, her brother. Everyone but her.
For too many years she’d been stuck inside her defective body and an outcast within her own home. Will had been able to go with their parents on their overseas trips, to live their lives. Chelsea’s medical problems had kept her at home, in the care of others, and somewhere along the line she and her parents had missed forming loving bonds.
But with Will’s encouragement and her own determination, she’d come past all that and achieved her lifelong dream of becoming a family physician. She wanted to make a difference in others’ lives the way a few good doctors had in hers. Not by serving on some politically connected health board or by going overseas, but to make a difference in a small-town community that would likely never earn her any commendations from the president. Her parents already had enough of those hanging on the wall.
“You ready, sis?” a tall, dark-haired male version of herself asked. Will stepped into the closet-sized room she couldn’t be more proud of—her office—and tossed a small package to her.
“What’s this?” Examining the gold foil and white silk ribbon, she held up the square gift-wrapped box. She met her brother’s twinkling brown eyes, so similar to her own. Her heart pinched at his thoughtfulness. Although seven years her senior, they’d always been close and she admitted to hero-worshipping him for as long as she could remember. Will had been her hero, making her believe in herself when it would have been too easy to shut the world out.
“Just a little something to let you know how proud I am of my kid sister,” he said, prowling through the cardboard box on her desk. He lifted a small, stuffed bear in doctor garb, curled his nose, then dropped the fuzzy animal back into the box. “I thought we got your stuff moved in on Saturday?”
The bear had been a gift from a group of undergrad friends in celebration of when she’d gotten her acceptance letter to medical school. She cherished the gift, just as she cherished the friendships. Having been homeschooled with very little interaction with others until her teens, she never took for granted the blessing of having friends.
“Almost everything.” She glanced at the bookshelf with her precious medical books lined up in neat rows. Nodding toward the box, she said, “This is personal stuff to give the room my personality.”
Will’s handsome face wrinkled in a look of thorough disgust. “You’re going to make this room all girly,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes and finished unwrapping his gift. Her eyes misted at what she saw nestled in the tissue paper.
“Oh, Will. You shouldn’t have.” She wrapped her arms around him and gave an appreciative squeeze. “Have I told