From Good Guy To Groom
FALLING IN LOVE IS THE BEST MEDICINE!A summer in Steamboat Springs could be just what the doctor ordered for injured trauma nurse Andrea Caputo . . . especially when she meets her sexy, deeply caring physical therapist. Ryan Bradshaw has a unique, hands’ on approach to healing–inside and out.Ryan was looking for a fresh start in this scenic Colorado town. Now he has a new mission possible. It’s an undeniable thrill taking Andi horseback riding and slow dancing together. Doesn’t this beautiful, independent woman who has never relied on anyone but herself know that no matter what happens, he’ll always be there to catch her? All Andi has to do is trust in their growing feelings and take that leap of faith with him. Then the sky’s the limit!
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Doubt flooded her features. âIf I even can dance, that is.â
âBaby, you definitely can. Let me show you.â
Still, Andi hesitated, but not for long. A few seconds at most passed before that stubborn gleam hit her eyes, and she nodded again. Carefully, she pushed out of her chair and stood, reached for his hand and, ignoring her cane, allowed him to lead her to the center of the enclosed area. To the dance floor, where there were already several people dancing. âIâm nervous,â she admitted in a low, barely audible voice. âI donât want to fall.â
âI wonât let you fall.â Whether it was fate or coincidence or something else entirely, he couldnât say, but the band finished their upbeat song and moved on to a slower one. A song meant for couples. And finally, Ryan pulled this woman he worried about, thought about, wondered about ⦠dreamed of, into his arms. âTrust me on that, if nothing else.â
The Colorado Fosters:
Theyâd do anything for each other ⦠and for love!
TRACY MADISON is an award-winning author who makes her home in northwestern Ohio. As a wife and a mother, her days are filled with love, laughter and many cups of coffee. She often spends her nights awake and at the keyboard, bringing her characters to life and leading them toward their well-deserved happily-ever-after, one word at a time. Tracy loves to hear from readers. You can reach her at [email protected].
To the many good guys I am fortunate enough to have in my life. You fill my world with light.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Chaos. Panic. Screams of terror.
Huffing short, heavy breaths, Andrea Caputo used her hands as leverage to push herself across the hard, cold floor, trying to get out of the line of fire. How many others had been shot? She didnât know, could barely seeâlet alone thinkâdue to the pain exploding throughout her entire right leg. One bullet to the femur, she guessed, and one to the tibia.
Both bones were likely shattered, and, due to the amount of blood, one of those bullets had hit an artery. Which meant she was in even more trouble.
If she made it through this moment of pure hell, her future would include several surgeries, a long recovery and months, if not years, of physical therapy. And Lord, sheâd take it all. Happily. If only she survived long enough to get there. Please let me survive.
Okay. Okay. In order to survive, she had to get out of the damn hallway and into the closest trauma room, where sheâd call 911. Chances were high that someone had already made the call, but what if everyone else thought the same and help wasnât on the way?
The madman with the gun would continue to shoot his way through the trauma center until doctors and nurses and patients alike were dead. Unfair, maybe, to characterize an out-of-his-mind bereaved husband who blamed the hospital for his wifeâs death and was now hell-bent on retribution as a madman, but with the blood, bedlam and horror engulfing the ER, the title fit.
Another booming shot. Another scream.
Not right. This wasnât right. Juliana Memorial Hospital was, at its happiest, a place for healing and miracles, and, at its saddest, where people said goodbye to their loved ones. As a trauma nurse, Andi had experienced hectic shifts, slow shifts, heartbreaking moments and peaceful ones. After five years, sheâd thought sheâd seen it all. But this...this was a battlefield.
Why couldnât she move faster? Focusing on the trauma room to her right, Andi fought against the dizziness and the fear that consumed her, and pulled together every ounce of strength she could to breach the few feet that lay between her and what she hoped would prove to be safe ground.
Please, please let this stop.
Now in the otherwise empty room, Andi reached for the bottom of the privacy curtain and yanked hard, sliding it about halfway across the bar before her strength evaporated. Good enough. It would have to be good enough. She didnât have much left in her.
She fumbled for her phone, hit 911 and Send, and tried not to think of all the people around her who were hurtâpossibly worse than she wasâor dead. Tried not to remember the look on the attending physicianâs face in the seconds before a bullet tore into his stomach.
Andi had not been able to help.
Sheâd tried. Her training and instinct had overtaken her shock and her fear, and sheâd rushed toward the fallen doctorâher friendâbut sheâd gone down just as fast as he had, when the gunman turned on her and fired twice in quick succession. Andi didnât know if heâd been aiming for her leg or if sheâd simply been moving too fast for a direct hit to her chest or, like Hugh, her stomach. Didnât matter. What did was that she hadnât been able to get to Hugh, hadnât even had the slimmest opportunity to try to save him.
