Devon’s lids fluttered against the sunlight streaming in. It took several minutes to realize that there were no bongo drums playing. The noise intensified within his skull as a million jack-hammers struck with ceaseless abandon. Mouth drier than the Sahara during the worst sandstorm, he sat up gingerly, his stomach queasy. Christ, he’d overdone it again. Usually he didn’t drink until he passed out, just enough to numb his senses. Damn his dad for keeping his and Shannon’s wedding album. Devon never should have opened the damn thing. That one simple action had poured salt into his non-healing wounds and he’d simply lost his shit. As evidenced by the liquor seeping from every pore he possessed.
Fuck! Why had he done it? He knew why. The temptation to see her beautiful smiling face had been too great. Devon had needed to get lost in happier times—craved it, even. God, he could almost hear Shannon’s voice in his head, feel her velvety skin under his rough hands, taste her on his lips. He closed his eyes as fresh pain pierced his heart. He missed her so damn much.
Finnegan’s soft contented purring met his ears. “Quiet, man,” he told the cat. “You’re like a battering ram against my skull.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbing over the bandage over his temple. “What the hell?”
He glanced in the cat’s direction. Finnegan sat on the lap of a woman who was asleep in his father’s favorite recliner. She wore dark navy scrubs and her brilliant red hair covered half her face as she’d curled up in sleep.
Shannon? How can that be? What the fuck?
Heart thundering between his ears with a roar, he leapt to his feet and crossed to her. He peered closer, gently brushing the silky strands from her cheek. Freckles on smooth creamy skin mocked him. Not Shannon. Of course it wasn’t Shannon. Shannon wasn’t ever coming back. Disappointment slammed into his gut. He studied the woman closely. She definitely could be Shannon’s twin if it weren’t for the thousand and one freckles and her hair the color of fire mixed with sunshine, whereas Shannon’s had been darker in color without all that spun gold intermixed and her skin free of the freckles. Briefly, he wondered what color her eyes were.
Resentment burned the back of his throat, mixing with the bile that threatened from his upset stomach. Who the hell was she? How’d she get in? He’d locked the front door. Hadn’t he?
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When death steps in...
Committed and compassionate intensive care nurse, Rachel O'Dea will do anything to save her patients. But when she loses a kind and loving man whom she forged a fatherly relationship with, Rachel unravels.
...or so everyone thinks.
The calm and soothing voices Rachel hears and the apparitions she sees are of the deceased man and his late wife as they navigate and persuade her to make important choices in her life, leading her right where she's supposed to be.
Free clinic doctor, Devon Jameson, needs more hands on deck. He can't possibly handle all the medical cases alone. When Rachel walks in, volunteering her services, he knows he has no choice other than to take her on board as she proves her worth when a pediatric trauma is left on his doorstep and there’s no one else to assist. As the two begin working together, their lives intertwine and the attraction intensifies. Scarred deeply by their past and their pain, Rachel and Devon begin a future only angels could predict.
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