All Chapters of Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves 8): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He nodded at Mac now, and walked over to the other man. Shane MacIntyre was hands-down the best neurologist that Sam had ever had the priviledge of working with, and although he had left the hospital to start his own private consulting practice – meaning that the man was rolling in cash, all his former colleagues presumed – he was still on-call for really bad cases that rolled into the E.R. Sarah Matthews had no idea how lucky she was that Mac had been among the first to see her after her brutal attack (Sam wasn’t sure where the connection lay, exactly, but based on his observations, it looked like Jax was Sarah’s boyfriend, and Mac was Jax’s friend), and Sam thanked every star twinkling above that Mac had been the one to bring her in. He’d started things up long before Sarah had hit the E.R., and that early care and intervention may have made all the difference for Sarah Matthews.Or – based on her CT scans – maybe not. Maybe no matter what any of them did, there was not going to be

Three days later, Sam walked over to Sarah’s room, carrying a cup of coffee. He knew that Annie was there, since he’d seen her arrive at the hospital around six that morning. He assumed that she’d come straight from her job – I wonder where she waitresses, anyway? And really, how to ask without sounding like a creepy stalker? – since she’d been wearing her uniform and sensible shoes, and she’d been a harried, hurrying mess. He was sure that she hated being away from Sarah for hours and hours on end. He was also sure that if she was away, then it was because she had no choice whatsoever in the matter.Sam approached Sarah’s room quietly, wondering if maybe Annie was asleep. But he should have known better: she barely slept, he knew that. Mac had told him so, but Sam would have figured it out on his own – her beautiful eyes had purplish-blue circles under them, and the fine lines around her mouth and eyes had seemed to deepen and double in number over the past three days.Idly, he wonde

“Sure.” He looked over at Noah and Jax, lowered his voice a bit. “How are they doing?”She glanced over at them too, lowered her gorgeous eyes. “Well… I don’t know. Jax is – well. He’s angry. No, correction: he’s furious.” She looked up at Sam. “You saw his hand?”“From when he tried to punch a hole through the brick wall down in the ambulance bay?” Sam asked. “Yes. Sometimes people need to express things physically, though it tends to be hell on the body when they do.”“Yeah, no argument from me.” Annie drank some more coffee, and now she looked out the massive arched window at the vibrant early-autumn colors up on the Rockies. With a shock, she realised that Christmas was a mere three months away, and she had literally no idea if this was going to be the first one without her daughter. She wrenched her mind away from the gloomy thoughts, reminded herself that she needed to stay positive for her children. “But he’s not doing well at all. And Noah is… well. I know that he may look lik

Present daySam heard the shouting and heavy objects crashing to the floor long before he saw the source of the anger and rage. He picked up the pace a bit, hurried towards the E.R., even as people scurried past him in the opposite direction. It wasn’t uncommon for fights and arguments to break out in the E.R., of course, especially at the weekends, and most especially in the middle of the night. But things could get tense and go south anytime – as shown right at this moment, at just before nine o’clock on a rainy, foggy Tuesday morning in late-winter.He entered the large E.R. open space, set down his awful cafeteria coffee on the first available surface, took in the scene at a glance. There was medical equipment scattered all over the floor, patients were cowering on gurneys and visitors in chairs, the doctors and nurses were mostly hugging the walls, though Sam did see Doctor Harold Tillman trying to talk to a large man with reddish hair.Harry’s voice was low and soothing, and he

Annie burst into the E.R., feeling all kinds of horrific déjà-vu, all over the damn place. She exploded around the corner, and skidded to a halt. She stared wildly around the room, her eyes darting from patient to doctor to paramedic, and when she saw the massive man with the dark hair sitting there wearing his usual scowl, she shot over to him.“Jax!” she cried, in an eerie echo of three years earlier. “Jax!”Jax got to his feet easily, held out his hands; he knew exactly where her mind had gone, because it was the same place that his had. “Hey, Annie… hey, it’s OK. I promise. It’s not like… like last time. Not even close.”“Where is he?”“He and Sarah went with the nurse to choose a bandage.”“Bandage?” Annie was terrified, then she reasoned that clearly, Noah was walking unassisted, and she calmed down a fraction. “Why? For what?”“Noah’s cheek.”“How bad is he, Jax?”“Why don’t I let the doctor tell you?” “Fine.” Annie glared around the bustling room. “Where the hell is the docto