The Runaway Nurse

The Runaway Nurse
Dianne Drake

The boss and the mysterious beauty…Dr Rick Navarro is reluctantly intrigued by dedicated paediatric nurse Summer Adair. He understands her dedication to her daughter – he’s a single parent too – but why is Summer so mysteriously tight-lipped about herself?Rick’s sure they can find elusive happiness together – but Summer’s not the only one running from the past…

Dear Reader

Welcome to the third book in my New York Hospital Heartthrobs trilogy. When I first learned I was going to write these books, I knew that I wanted a theme about the place to which we are all connected—home. I wanted to write stories about what compels people to want to go home, and what binds their hearts to that special place. In this group of stories it was the love of a generous woman who touched countless lives.

Cherished memories … that’s what home is to me—and that’s what home becomes for the heroes and heroines of New York Hospital Heartthrobs. When Rick Navarro came home it was to accept a job and, as a single dad, to make the best home possible for his son. That’s Rick’s entire world: his son, his job. Until single mum Summer Adair shows up. But then the past Rick wants to ignore rears up to haunt him in ways he never expected—and in the same way Summer’s past won’t let go of her. Yet in two single lives that seem to run parallel in so many ways, and still remain divided, there’s a greater purpose—their children—to bring them together.

I’ve loved writing these three stories about what brings people home and how love enables them to stay there. And, as always, I love hearing from you, so please feel free to email me at Dianne@DianneDrake.com

Wishing you health and happiness!

Dianne

About the Author

Now that her children have left home, DIANNE DRAKE is finally finding the time to do some of the things she adores: gardening, cooking, reading, shopping for antiques. Her absolute passion in life, however, is adopting abandoned and abused animals. Right now Dianne and her husband, Joel, have a little menagerie of three dogs and two cats, but that’s always subject to change. A former symphony orchestra member, Dianne now attends the symphony as a spectator several times a month and, when time permits, takes in an occasional football, basketball or hockey game.

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The

Runaway Nurse

Dianne Drake

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CHAPTER ONE

“DADDY!”

Rick Navarro braced for the impact the instant he stepped through the door, and he wasn’t disappointed when his son launched himself through the air straight into Rick’s arms. This had been cute when Chris was two or three, even four. But he was six now, a big boy for his age at that, and Rick did have to admit that while he hated to break that tradition, Chris’s little flying act now had the potential to knock the wind out of him if he didn’t prepare himself for it. “Easy, sport,” he said, as the boundless bundle of energy hit him dead center in the chest.

“Johnny Redmond let me ride Toffee today! All by myself! And I didn’t fall off.”

“You didn’t? Well, that’s great!” he said, sorry to have missed it. But duty called. He couldn’t help it. Such was the life of a single dad and he hoped that someday, when he looked back, he wouldn’t turn out to be one of those parents who could count the missed moments. Because he was trying to find the balance. Working hard at it. Some days succeeding, some days not. Tough jobs, being a dad, being the head of a hospital. Life was good, though. Not perfect, but good. “I hope somebody took some pictures,” Rick said, easing his son to the ground.

“Lots of them. And a video. Mrs. Jenkins said you should be able to see the whole thing.”

God bless Mrs. Jenkins for that. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there,” Rick said. “I really wanted to, but I couldn’t leave the hospital. You did thank Mr. Redmond for letting you ride, though, didn’t you?”

“Yes. And he said I could come back any time. And it’s OK you didn’t get there. You had to take care of sick people.”

Age six, and Chris was so … wise. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve a kid this great, but there wasn’t a day gone by he didn’t thank God for his good fortune. Christopher Ricardo Navarro was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he regretted nothing about the way he’d come to be a single dad. Not one single thing. “Did you go for ice cream afterwards?”

Chris shook his head. “Mrs. Jenkins said she was saving that for you since she’s dia-dia …” He frowned, shrugged.

“Diabetic. Means she can’t eat much sugar.” Well, at least one bright spot in his day was opening up … a date at the ice-cream shop downtown. He glanced over Chris’s shoulder to the portly older woman who was waving goodbye to him as she scooted out the back door. She was a treasure. Loved Chris, didn’t mind the sometimes odd hours she was called on to take care of him. A literal godsend. But not a mother, and that’s what made Rick feel guilty. Chris had never known a mother, never known the nurturing of another woman besides Mrs. Jenkins. To be sure, it was a loss, but not one Chris even recognized, as it had been just the two of them since the day of his birth. Father and son … “So, how about I go take a quick shower then we’ll head on down to Benson’s Ice Creamery and see what the flavor of the day is?”

“Chocolate chocolate,” Chris said, resolutely. “That’s what I want. Mrs. Jenkins let me call them and they told me it’s chocolate chocolate. I want mine with chocolate sprinkles.”

A boy who knew his own mind. Rick smiled with pride as he stepped around Chris and mussed the boy’s curly black hair. “That’s exactly what I want, too,” he said. “With extra sprinkles.” He was a lucky man. If only the lucky man could find a couple more hours every day to spend with his son, his life would be perfect. “Oh, and put on another shirt. That one looks like you’ve already had a little chocolate chocolate.”

Summer Adair glanced in the front window of Benson’s Ice Creamery, debating the expense. Actually, she was debating whether or not she could buy Alyssa a scoop of vanilla and not succumb to the temptation herself. Pennies counted these days. Especially lately, when there weren’t so many of them coming in, and the ones she had saved were, of necessity, guarded carefully. Grace Corbett had left her a nice sum, enough to help her get by for a while if she was careful. Very generous, considering that Grace had been her employer, not a family member. And there was the cottage … that was a huge blessing. Small, and just on the edge of the Gracie Estate, it was perfect for her and Alyssa. More than that, it was all hers! Another instance of Grace’s generosity. Her very own home … it was the first time she’d ever owned anything of her own outside a few trifles. With this new life and new opportunities simply handed to her, Summer was still a cautious woman in everything she did, including wasting money on a little treat for herself.

“Do you want some ice cream?” she asked Alyssa, positive her daughter, aged four, wouldn’t say no, especially to the bright lights and pretty colors of Benson’s—all designed to capture a child’s eye. Sure, she bought ice cream at the grocery store occasionally. But, darn it, you had to indulge your child sometimes, didn’t you? God knew, there hadn’t been many indulgences for either her or Alyssa since Grace Corbett had died. But here she was, debating a scoop of ice cream like it was a new car she was purchasing. Thinking in those terms, it seemed a little silly, actually. Especially since it was for Alyssa.

“Ice cream, Mommy,” Alyssa said, standing on tiptoe to look into the parlor window. “Can we please go in?”

“Tough choices inside,” a deep, familiar voice commented from over her shoulder.

Rather than turning to see him, she looked at Rick Navarro in the window’s reflection, and bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from grinning a schoolgirl grin that stretched from ear to ear. She really liked Rick. Handsome man. Bronzed skin. Large, broad shoulders. To-die-for wavy black hair. Nice smile. A real breath-taker, if you were inclined to want your breath taken. Which she wasn’t. Still, she was human. Flesh and blood, beating heart that was beating a couple ticks faster now that his breath was tickling the back of her neck. And he was a very nice view, even in reflection. Something she’d been trying not to notice for months. Failing miserably, however. “Not when you have a picky eater. She likes vanilla.”

“No sprinkles?” he asked.

Summer shook her head. “So far she hasn’t wandered into the world of sprinkles. I’ve tried keeping things a little more simple than that.” She glanced at Chris, who was pointing out to Alyssa a picture in Benson’s window of an ice-cream cone with sprinkles. “Although I suppose it’s coming, isn’t it?”

“Probably sooner than you think. So, would you two ladies care to join us two gents for ice cream?” Rick asked. “With sprinkles?”

“Sprinkles?” Alyssa mimicked, pointing to the picture in the window. “Can I have sprinkles, too, Mommy?” “You’ve started something,” Summer said to Rick. He tossed Summer a wink. “Wait until she knows she can have whipped cream and a cherry on top. That’s when the fun really begins because it will lead to things like ice-cream sundaes, banana splits, milk shakes …”

“Oh, I think sprinkles are enough for one day.” Did she look pathetic, gazing into the store longingly, nose pressed to the window? Or was Rick simply being kind? He was a nice man. Also, her boss, part time. So far, though, there hadn’t been a reason for anything other than loosely casual, translated to mean safe at a distance—the way she tried to keep herself with everybody. “Then it’s an ice-cream date?” OK, maybe not as loosely casual as she’d thought. But the word date startled her a little. She didn’t date. Wouldn’t date. Wouldn’t budge on her position about that either. Of course, she was sure Rick hadn’t meant anything by date. She was also sure she had to quit overreacting to things that weren’t meant to be anything other than what they were. Like this. It was meant to be ice cream. Nothing more. Yet overreacting was a foible of her nature, more ingrained than she wanted it to be, especially these past couple of years. “An ice-cream … date. For one, though. I, um … I don’t indulge.”

“Only one?” Rick asked, holding the parlor door open for them. “Am I going to have to use some fancy persuasion to get you to change your mind?”

Chris went in first, and ran straight to the see-through display of all forty kinds of ice cream. Alyssa got caught up in the excitement and broke right away from her mother, which caused Summer to panic. She didn’t let go of her daughter in public. Not ever. Too many things could go wrong in the blink of an eye, and while this was only a small ice-cream shop where nothing was more than a few feet away from her, the sensation of fear, mixed with the need to grab Alyssa and run, nearly doubled her over. She resisted the outward manifestations, of course. Over time, being a single mother, the way she was, she’d gotten good at putting on the right outward appearance for the occasion, even when her gut was knotting and her lungs were going into spasm. Like they were doing right now. “I’m not much of an ice-cream eater,” she said stepping up behind Alyssa, who was busy peering into the case at all the different kinds of ice cream.

“What are these?” her daughter asked innocently, pointing to the virtual rainbow of colors.

Proof of a sheltered life, Summer thought, taking hold of Alyssa’s hand, instantly feeling better. “Ice cream comes in different flavors, and different flavors come in different colors.”

“Would you like some samples?” the boy on the other side of the case asked. He was about sixteen, seemed harmless. Wasn’t paying more attention to one person than another, Summer noted, finally relaxing a little.

“She likes vanilla,” Summer said, deliberately not looking at the disappointment she knew would be registering on Alyssa’s face. OK, so her own panic reactions were about to ruin her daughter’s whole experience. Summer couldn’t help the panic. It was a given in her life now. Always on caution. But to deprive Alyssa because of her problems? She couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. “But, yes, a few samples would be good. Thank you.”

“Chris is really into the chocolate chocolate,” Rick suggested from behind her.

Standing so close to her, his voice practically in her ear … Summer startled again. Sucked in a sharp breath, held it until the panic passed, then let it out. “Chocolate chocolate’s fine,” she said, then also picked out one sample of strawberry, and one of mint chocolate chip for her daughter.

“You’re really not going to have anything?” Rick asked her. “I mean, look at all these flavors. Bubble-gum surprise, blue goo, mystery chunks … They all sound pretty tempting to me.”