Father, Meet Son
Safe Harbor obstetrician Adrienne Cavill couldnât love her nephew more if he were her own child. And no deadbeat dad is going to claim the little boy she practically raised.
Detective-turned-P.I. Wade Hunter has missed five years of his sonâs life and nothingâs chasing him away this time. That includes the pretty doctor whoâs giving his child everythingâexcept the father he needs.
Now that she knows the reasons why he left, how can Adrienne keep Wade from his son, whoâs over the moon about having his dad in his life? The rugged ex-copâs having a similar effect on her. Will Christmas bring Adrienne the family she never thought she could have?
âWeâll never be perfect. We can only do our best, take each day as it comes, and forgive ourselves for honest mistakes.â
Inside Wade, a hard knot dissolved. Hearing the words in Adrienneâs soft voice gave them power.
The power to heal. And the power to bring the two of them together.
Impulsively, Wade reached for her hands and rose, drawing her up. âI need you,â he said, gathering her against him. With her hair flowing around him and her mouth inches from his, they were lost in a private, precious world.
âI need you, too,â she whispered.
After that, there was no more place for words.
Dear Reader,
Readers often ask where writers get our ideas. Sometimes, we canât give a good answer, because we donât know. However, I can trace Adrienne and Wadeâs story to an article in my local newspaper.
A family attorney cited an influx of nurses from a hospital, eager to terminate the paternal rights of absentee biological fathers. The reason? At the hospital a woman had died, leaving a ten-year-old daughter whoâd never known her father. This total stranger showed up, claimed his daughter and moved out of state, away from all her friends and other relatives. Because heâd never signed away his rights, he was able to do that. The horrified nurses hurried to the lawyer to protect their own children.
Adrienne, an obstetrician who works the night shift in Labor and Delivery, believes her late sister was abandoned by the father of her little boy, whom Adrienne plans to adopt. But Wade Hunter has a very different story, and he can prove it. Now whoâs going to raise little Reggie?
If youâve read previous Safe Harbor Medical books, youâll recognize many of the characters. But if youâre new to the series, donât worry. Each book stands alone.
Welcome to Adrienne and Wadeâs new world!
Best,
Jacqueline Diamond
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Although Jacqueline Diamondâs more than ninety published novels include romantic suspense, romantic comedy and Regency romances, medical stories are a particular favorite. Jackieâs interest in medicine began with her father, who was the only doctor in the small town of Menard, Texas, before becoming a psychiatrist in Nashville, Tennessee. Jackie and her husband of thirty-five years live in Orange County, California, where sheâs active in Romance Writers of America. You can learn more about the Safe Harbor Medical series at www.jacquelinediamond.com and say hello to Jackie at her Facebook site, JacquelineDiamondAuthor.
Chapter One
Wade Hunter trudged up the rickety stairs of the rent-by-the-week apartment hotel. As he climbed to his second-floor unit in the fading October daylight, he repeated the words that had kept him going in the months since the Northern California town of Pine Tree had laid off half its police force: âToday something will change my life for the better.â
He didnât bother glancing at the handful of mail heâd pulled from his locked mailbox. That could wait until he sat down. His feet hurt from his part-time job providing private security for a cluster of warehouses, his cheek still smarted from the punch heâd taken at his second job as a bar bouncer and his heart ached from losing the close-knit group of fellow officers whoâd been like a family.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself. Youâll turn this around.
Inside, Wade tossed the envelopes and advertisements on a chipped end table. After hanging his jacket over the back of a chair, he kicked off his shoes and sank onto the creaky couch. With a sense of homecoming, he picked up his lovingly polished guitar and flexed his hands.
For a few indulgent moments, he fingered chords and hummed a country-and-western song. Not loudly, though. Downstairs neighbors had complained the last time he sang full-out.
What were they complaining about? It had been a reasonable hour, and heâd won prizes in karaoke contests.
Too tired to get up and stick a frozen dinner in the microwave, Wade reached for the mail. Most of it had been forwarded several timesâthereâd been an interim month when he stayed at a more expensive motelâbut there was one address heâd kept current. And here it was, the envelope heâd been waiting for, from the California Bureau of Security and Investigative Services.