The Doctor's Secret Bride (1)
The Doctor’s Secret Bride
Ana E Ross
The Doctor’s Secret Bride
Copyright 2012 by Ana E Ross
Edited by Jane Haertel
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Niina Cord
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This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Similarities to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons living or dead, are purely coincidental
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Dedication
To my lovely daughter, Nicoya, whose childhood precociousness and beauty inspired the creation of Precious. I love you, baby!
Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
Michelle placed her order at the counter and was just about to sit down at a corner table in Mama Lola’s, her favorite diner on Elm Street, when she heard someone call her name.
“Michelle,” the familiar voice said again.
Michelle looked around and immediately burst into a wide grin when she saw the aged, but easily recognizable face smiling back at her. “Mrs. Hayes.” She took the few steps toward the booth the woman occupied. “Oh my gosh,” she cried, bending down to give her a big hug and kisses on both cheeks. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Not since you and Robert moved out of the neighborhood—say about twelve years ago? But I would recognize you anywhere, my child. You look just like your mother. She was a beautiful woman.”
Michelle smiled at the mention of her mother. “Lucky me, huh? So how have you been?” she asked as pleasant memories of Mrs. Hayes rose to the surface of her mind.
“The Lord has been good to me. I can’t complain. I’ve already eaten, but I’d love it if you’d sit with me while you eat.” Mrs. Hayes pointed to the seat on the opposite side of the table.
Michelle glanced warily at the newspaper tucked under her arm. It was her lunch hour from the temp job she was currently working, and she’d intended to browse through the Want Ads over her favorite turkey sandwich. She usually packed her lunch to save money, but the battery in her alarm clock died during the night, and by the time she rolled out of bed, she barely had enough time to make the bus this morning. Since Mama Lola’s was in her old neighborhood and in walking distance from her job, she’d decided to eat here, just for old times sake.
“You in a hurry?” Mrs. Hayes asked at her hesitance.
Michelle stared into the gentle brown eyes. How could she refuse this kind old lady who’d taken such care of her since she was a baby? Mrs. Hayes had kept her and Robert fed and warm many winter nights when their father was nowhere to be found. “No. I’m in no hurry.” She scooted onto the vinyl seat, dropped her bag and newspaper down beside her, and placed her bottle of water on the table.
Mrs. Hayes’ face relaxed and she leaned back into the seat.
“What are you doing in Manchester?” Michelle asked. “Last I heard you’d sold your house and moved out of town.”
Mrs. Hayes took a sip of her iced tea. “I’m visiting a sick friend. You remember Thelma Parson? She lived in the apartment house behind mine.”
Michelle thought for a moment. “Oh yeah. She had that stupid dog that wouldn’t stop barking, and a bunch of cats that kept having kittens.”
Mrs. Hayes laughed. “Yes.
That
Thelma. She had a hip replacement recently, so I stopped by to spend some time with her. Poor thing; she has no one to help her out. Since I was already in the neighborhood, I decided to stop by to see Lola, but she’s away on vacation.” Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “So what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?” She glanced at Michelle’s left hand lying on the table. “I see you haven’t been snatched up by some lucky young man, yet.”
Michelle chuckled. “No, not yet. I guess I’m too picky. I’ll probably end up as sad and alone as Thelma and hope that some dear friend comes by to pay me a visit in my old age.”
“I doubt that very much. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with being picky. You should never settle. When you make that kind of commitment, you want to make sure it has a chance to last forever.”
Forever was one thing Michelle didn’t want to think about. It was hard enough making it from one day to the next, or more specifically from morning to night.
The waitress brought over her sandwich, and Michelle immediately bit into it. She didn’t have much time before she had to be back behind her desk at Reagan Electronics.
“How is Robert?” Mrs. Hayes asked when Michelle put down her half-eaten sandwich to take a sip from her water bottle.
“He’s well. He has a dental practice in Boston, and it’s really flourishing,” she said with pride bubbling in her heart for her big brother.
“Good for him. I always knew he’d make something grand of himself. What about you, Michelle? What have you done with your life?”
Michelle took a deep breath. She’d done something well with her life, too, but it had been ripped away from her.
Stolen.
“I’m doing okay,” she lied. No need to burden the old woman with her sad life’s story.
“What is okay?” Mrs. Hayes reached across the table and covered Michelle’s hand with hers.
Michelle glanced at the pale freckled hand against her darker one. Mrs. Hayes had known her from the moment she was pulled from her mother’s womb. The woman knew her, maybe better than she knew herself. “
Okay
means I’m not doing as well as I should be. I finished college, landed a great job, but lost it due to the failing economy. I haven’t been able to find another one. I’ve been temping ever since.”
“Oh dear,” Mrs. Hayes mumbled, patting her hand. “What kind of job are you looking for?”
“I’m trained in Human Resources, but anything permanent would do. What?” she added, eying her friend with hope. “Do you know somebody who’s hiring? You used to have a lot of clout back in the day when you operated your cleaning business. You got a lot of kids in our neighborhood summer jobs with some of the most prominent companies in Manchester. Some of them still work for those companies.”
Mrs. Hayes shook her head sadly. “I’m afraid I’ve lost my clout, my dear. With takeovers, sellouts, buyouts, and the likes, I don’t know who owns what anymore.”
Michelle tried to smile through her disappointment. She should know better than to hope. Hope had ceased being her friend since that fateful night, two years ago. Or maybe she’d never met Hope. After all, her mother had died giving birth to her. Seems like she’d been cursed since the day she was born.
“Cheer up, my child,” Mrs. Hayes said, placing her hand against Michelle’s cheek. “The Lord isn’t done with you. Maybe He hasn’t even begun working on you, yet. Who knows?”
CHAPTER ONE
One month later:
Erik frowned as a young woman hopped out of the cab that had just pulled into his driveway. His frown deepened when she hauled a suitcase out behind her, raised her hand to shade her eyes against the noonday sun, and gazed speculatively up at his house.
“They have got to be kidding me,” he muttered. He’d distinctly requested an older woman—no younger than fifty, who had experience taking care of young children.
Someone from the agency had called to say that the scheduled candidate had canceled due to a family emergency, and that a Michelle Carter would be coming instead. Was it okay if she brought her credentials with her?
Although the agencies conducted investigations, Erik ran his own background checks before interviewing potential employees. He could never be too careful when it came to the welfare of his only child. Today, he’d trusted Ready Nanny Agency because there was no time to check, and look what they sent him—a girl barely out of her teens.
Her hair was cut too short for a woman. She was too skinny and too tall. Her jeans were fitted too tightly, and the seductive sway of her narrow hips was unequivocally too provocative. Despite his objections, and the fact that he handled women’s naked bodies on a daily basis, Erik felt a poignant stir in his loins.
After ten years as a gynecologist, he’d learned to channel his sexual energy elsewhere when he walked into an examination room to see a patient. It was all professional. The woman walking up his driveway wasn’t his patient, and the images running through his head were anything but professional. They involved tangled sheets, soft sighs, harsh moans, musky odor rising from damp smooth skin...
Shaking the libidinous thoughts from his head, Erik tightened his jaws and moved away from the window. He’d been without a woman for too long. Yes, that was definitely his problem. It had been two years since his wife’s death, and since that fateful night, he hadn’t looked at any woman twice, much less bedded one.
At the chime of the doorbell, Erik stepped into the hallway and caught up with his housekeeper. “Mrs. Hayes, tell the young lady that I was called to the hospital, and—um—that I will contact the agency with a new date for an interview.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Mrs. Hayes threw him a speculative stare at the blatant lie.
Erik marched down the hall to his study. He closed the door, dropped into the chair behind his desk, and stared at the painting of his wife hanging above the fireplace.