Her Maverick M.d.

Her Maverick M.d.
Teresa Southwick

I’m sure you’ve heard there is a new doctor in town. Sexy Jon Clifton looks more cowboy than pediatrician, he’s good with kids and dogs, and what we all want to know is: Why is this man still single?Though there are plenty of ladies in Rust Creek Falls who would like to change the confirmed bachelor’s status, Dawn Laramie alone seems to be immune to his charms. The dedicated nurse works side-by-side with Dr. Jon day after day, intent on keeping things professional…and distant. Meanwhile, we here at the Gazette can practically hear the tension thrumming between these two. Our diagnosis? A classic case of lovesickness with an age-old cure! But will the doctor's proposal heal Dawn's wounded heart?

On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst, the reality of sharing a bed with Jon was a fifteen.

It pushed twenty when she felt the mattress dip from his weight. And the masculine scent of his skin drifted to her, firing up her hormones even more.

“Good night.”

“‘Night.” His voice was ragged, rough.

Dawn couldn’t speak for him, but she was as tense as a bowstring and ready to snap. “Jon, I—”

He threw back the covers. “This isn’t going to work.”

She rolled over to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you.” There was no mistaking the need in his voice this time. It was honest and raw. “I can’t help it. I can’t make it stop. If I touch you—” He swore under his breath. “I’m going in the other room.”

This time he didn’t say anything about sleeping. And there was no mistaking the way her heart soared in response to his declaration. He wanted her.

Before he could get out of bed she moved closer and reached for him. It was automatic, instinctive. Her hand touched his arm, the warm skin. And this time she said the word. “Stay.”

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Montana Mavericks: The Baby Bonanza Meet Rust Creek Falls’ newest bundles of joy!

TERESA SOUTHWICK lives with her husband in Las Vegas, the city that reinvents itself every day. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Mills & Boon.

Her Maverick M.D.

Teresa Southwick

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To editor Susan Litman, who guides us through this Montana Mavericks maze with a combination of grace and humor.

It’s always a pleasure working with you.

Contents

Cover (#uc7268705-10a4-510e-88b8-53fa480d7fd6)

Introduction (#ud5c2fc9d-6c12-57c6-9a0f-f9a7c99a01c2)

Title Page (#u7ad25695-d5f5-54e6-8ee5-b1615aa9b17c)

About the Author (#uefa0583d-5e89-5e44-a70e-320b067eb49d)

Dedication (#u232e4729-6028-56e2-8312-17499a74b0d7)

Chapter One (#uad7d9b64-0cac-520c-b5e4-8cbd43ecc0fb)

Chapter Two (#u8bc44bb0-730d-51a1-b2c0-1ba279a34b22)

Chapter Three (#u39485be8-88d7-5cf9-9be1-19e576e74e89)

Chapter Four (#ubfde8b1f-5c12-57d4-a46c-8ef44030c9ca)

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Chapter One (#ulink_dcf8becc-49d0-5f07-b712-9c471680b537)

Dr. Jonathan Clifton had never understood what it meant to be stopped dead in your tracks. That changed when he walked into the Rust Creek Falls Medical Clinic and saw the woman behind the reception desk. She stopped him cold—or maybe hot—with long blond hair falling past her shoulders and bluebonnet-colored eyes that could tempt a man to kiss her. Or bring him to his knees. Since he had no intention of letting that happen to him again it was strictly an observation about the very pretty receptionist he would be working with.

Moving to the open window separating her from the crowded waiting room, Jon patiently waited for her to hang up the phone. That was when he noticed her blue scrubs decorated with cartoon animals. The stethoscope draped around her neck was a clue that she probably wasn’t the receptionist. But she sounded a little frazzled, possibly fatigued and even prettier up close than she’d appeared from across the room.

When she hung up the phone, he smiled at her. “Hi. Is it always this busy in here?”

“Pretty much. But today is more crazy than usual.”

Say something brilliant, he told himself. And funny. “It’s still summer. Not even flu season yet.”