Diagnosis: Attraction
Dr. Matt Delano's life is turned upside down by his intense connection to a beautiful amnesiac.No medical test could ever detect what Dr. Matt Delano experiences while taking the pulse of his beautiful amnesia patient. For a few shocking moments, he feels more deeply connected to Elizabeth Forester than he thought humanly possible. And to his shock, a scorching sexual heat flares between them.As a professional, the handsome doctor tries to stay away from Elizabeth, but finds it impossible. He'll risk his life to help her regain her memory and discover who's trying to kill her–and why. Only then can he try to solve the more baffling mystery of their powerful bond: What's turned two loners into passionate soul mates?
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âDo you know why those men are after you?â
âIâm still not sure.â
âWeâll figure it out.â
He clasped her to him, holding her in place, and she was content to lie on top of him, still marveling at the way they had traveled together to an undiscovered country.
âThis is what we were meant for,â he murmured, absolute conviction in his voice.
She understood what he was saying.
Always incomplete.
Until now.
âWhy did it happen?â she asked.
âWe have to find out,â he said as he stroked her arm.
She gave a short laugh. âYouâre saying we canât just enjoy it.â
âIs that what you want to do?â
She considered the question. âNo. I want to understand. And of course, we still have to figure out why those men want to question meâthen kill me.â
Award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling novelist Ruth Glick, who writes as REBECCA YORK, is the author of more than one hundred books, including her popular 43 Light Street series for the Mills & Boon>® Intrigue line. Ruth says she has the best job in the world. Not only does she get paid for telling stories, sheâs also an author of twelve cookbooks. Ruth and her husband, Norman, travel frequently, researching locales for her novels and searching out new dishes for her cookbooks.
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Chapter One
Panic choked off Elizabeth Foresterâs breath as she turned the car onto Mulberry Street, the wheels screeching when she took the corner too fast. The maneuver didnât shake the car that was following her. She was pretty sure she had picked up the tail after she had left the motel where sheâd been hiding outâusing a car she thought nobody would recognize. She made a snorting sound. Apparently her precautions hadnât been enough.
For the past week, sheâd been acting like she was in the middle of a TV cop show. But sheâd decided the evasive action was necessary. Today it looked like sheâd been absolutely right to try to cover her tracks.
It had gradually dawned on her that a dark-blue Camaro was appearing in her rearview mirror on a regular basisâfollowing her during the dayâand that the ever-present car must be connected to the case she was working on. Something too big for her to handle?
She hadnât started off understanding how big it really was. But a lot of little details had led her to the conclusion that she needed to protect herself by checking into the motel a few miles from her house and taking alternate routes to work.
She glanced again in the rearview mirror. The blue car was inching up, and she could see two tough-looking men in the front seat. She shuddered, imagining what they were going to do if they got their hands on her.
Sheâd almost decided to go to the police with what she knew at this point, until sheâd concluded that the plan was dangerous. It was terrible when you couldnât trust the authorities, but she had to assume that they were protecting the man whoâd sent the thugs to intercept her.
As her work took her all over Baltimore, she had an excellent knowledge of the city. If she could get far enough ahead of the men tailing her, she could turn into the nest of alleys up ahead and disappear. And then what? For now the prime objective was to get away.
She made another quick turn into an alley, slowing her Honda in case a kid came darting out from one of the fenced-in backyards.
Glancing behind her, she breathed out a little sigh. She was in the clear. In the next moment, she realized her mistake as she saw the Camaro whip around the corner also. Damn.
Still on the lookout for pedestrians, she sped up again, turning onto the next street. To her horror, a delivery van had just pulled over to the curb. And a car coming in the other direction made it impossible to escape by crossing to that lane.
She swerved to avoid the van, thinking she could squeeze past on the sidewalk. But a woman and a little boy were coming straight toward her.
The fear on their faces as they saw the car bearing down on them made her gasp as she swerved again. If a lamppost hadnât suddenly materialized in front of her, she could have gotten away. But she plowed into it and came to a rocking stop.
The old Honda she was driving didnât have an air bag. The seat belt kept her from hitting the windshield, but she was stunned as she sat behind the wheel.
She knew she had to escape on foot, but she was moving slowly now. Before she could get out of the car, one of the men from the Camaro appeared at her window.
âGot ya, bitch.â
Yanking open the car door, he dragged her out, hitting her head on the car frame as he hurled her to the sidewalk. The blow stunned her, and then everything went black.
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DR. MATTHEW DELANOâS first stop on his morning rounds was the computer at the nursesâ station, where he scanned for urgent cases and noted which patients had been dischargedâor had passed awayâsince his last visit to the internal-medicine floor.
