Doctor In Need Of Help
Finding a sitter for his orphaned niece is Dr. J. C. Mueller's priority. But he can't ask the one person the girl actually takes a shine to. Maddie Carter is a full–time caregiver for her ailing mother. When she returned to Rosewood, Texas, she gave up her dream of opening a tea shop. Then J.C. provides the chance to make it happen. And when Maddie offers to watch his niece in exchange, he realizes that she will help anyone—except herself. J.C.'s prescription? Convincing Maddie that adding love to her full plate will ease not only her burdens, but also her heart.
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Maddie Carter forgot to breathe. Her hand, swallowed by the doctor's larger one, rioted in unexpected reaction.
Dr. J. C. Mueller smiled and she gaped, unable to think of anything coherent to say as he turned to her mother, Lillian.
"So, Mrs. Carter, I understand your G.P. recommended you meet with me." He winked. "Of course, I am the only neurologist in Rosewood."
Maddie stumbled on her way to the extra chair in the examining room, righting herself quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed.
How had she forgotten this man? True, he'd been three years ahead of her in high school, then he'd gone to Baylor, while she'd attended the University of Texas, but still... She couldn't stop staring. Tall, broad–shouldered, with a shock of thick dark hair, mesmerizing brown eyes and a cleft in his chin that begged to be touched.
J.C. flipped through the thick pile of pages in her mother's chart, detailing the history of strokes that had brought on early onset dementia. He put down the folder, picking up Lillian's hand, placing two fingers over her upturned wrist.
Maddie couldn't still her heartbeat, instantly remembering the strength of his long fingers, the touch that tickled even her toes.
"Mrs. Carter, your vital signs are excellent."
Pleased, Lillian smiled. "Thank you, young man."
"I'd like to run a few tests, nothing invasive."
"Have I met you before?" Lillian questioned, puzzled.
"I grew up here in Rosewood," J.C. responded patiently. His wide smile was easy, kind. And his gold–flecked brown eyes sparkled.
Maddie's own pulse increased. Good thing he wasn't recording hers.
"How about you, Mrs. Carter? Are you from Rosewood originally?"
Maddie recognized the pattern to the handsome doctor's questions. He wanted to see if her mother could remember and verbalize her recollections. Lillian's worsening symptoms had prompted their G.P.'s referral to a specialist.
"My mother was born here," Lillian mused, her pale blue eyes reflective. "My father came from the Panhandle, near Amarillo. But he took one look at her and knew he wanted to stay." Smiling, she looked up at the doctor. "Love will do that, you know."
"Yes, ma'am," J.C. agreed, stretching out his long legs.
Immediately, Maddie wondered if he was married, engaged. Surely some smart woman had snagged him long ago.
"So you raised your family here," J.C. continued. Lillian's short–term memory was nearly nonexistent, but she remembered quite a bit from the past.
"My Maddie, yes."
J.C. glanced in Maddie's direction to include her in the conversation. "Just one child?"
"One perfect daughter," Lillian declared proudly.
Maddie felt her cheeks warming and shrugged an embarrassed apology to the doctor.
He grinned. "And why mess with perfection?"
"That's how we always felt," Lillian agreed with a vigorous nod as she turned to stare at her daughter. J.C. mimicked her action.
Maddie immediately wished she'd remembered to wear lipstick. And what had she been thinking when she'd chosen this rumpled blouse and skirt? That her mother had let the bath water run unchecked until it overflowed. And Maddie had been zooming on full speed to get the mess cleaned up so that they could get ready for the appointment. Their small home had only one bathroom and Lillian could have easily slipped on the tile floor.
Self–consciously, Maddie smoothed her full cotton skirt, remembering she hadn't done a thing with her hair. In fact, she'd pulled it back in a messy ponytail. Just add the braces she'd once worn and she would look as geeky as she had in high school. Trying not to flush more, Maddie smiled feebly beneath their inspection.
"Maddie should have her own tea shop," Lillian continued.
Maddie squirmed. "Just an old dream."
"Nothing of the kind," Lillian declared. "She should set up right on Main Street, smack dab in the middle of town."
"Let me know when you're ready," J.C. gazed at Maddie. "I happen to have a building...well, actually it belongs to my young niece. And it desperately needs a tenant. Be a great place for a tea shop." Turning back to Lillian, he extended his hand. "Mrs. Carter, I've enjoyed our visit and I'm looking forward to seeing you more often."
"I should think you'd rather visit with my beautiful daughter," Lillian guilelessly replied.
Lord, a hole, please. Underneath this chair, just big enough for me to disappear.
"I'll see you both on your next visit," J.C. replied without missing a beat.
Rumpled, crumpled and thoroughly embarrassed, Maddie rose, ready to end their consultation.
But the doctor wasn't. This time he spoke directly to her. "My nurse will set up the tests." He held out a paper. "Just give this to her." He scribbled on a second sheet of paper. "And I want to adjust your mother's medications."
"Thank..." Maddie cleared the embarrassing croaking in her voice. "Thank you."
She sincerely doubted that, but smiled. "Mom, should we go home? Have that cup of tea?"
"Maddie makes the best tea in the world," Lillian announced, this time her voice not as strong. She weakened quickly these days.
J.C. opened the exam room door, allowing them to precede him. Maddie wasn't sure how she knew, but she was almost certain that J.C. continued watching as they left. She had a wild impulse to look back, to see. But there wasn't any point. Her social life had ended when her mother's dementia had begun. And mooning over a handsome doctor would only make her long for what wasn't in her destiny.
"I have a yen for some tea. What do you think?"
That she needed to put longings out of her head. This was her reality. "Sounds good."
Lillian patted her hand, having completely forgotten Maddie's words only minutes before. J.C. wouldn't be part of her own future, but Maddie was fiercely glad he was in her mother's. At the rate she was deteriorating, otherwise, Lillian might lose her grip on even the distant past.
Chilled by the possibility, Maddie gently squeezed her mother's delicate fingers. They were the last remaining members of their family. It didn't bear thinking how dreadful it would be should that tiny number be halved.
J.C. stared after his departing patient. Well, her daughter, actually. Not that he'd forgotten a detail about Lillian.
Or Maddie. Refreshing. The one word summed her up completely. From the sprinkle of freckles on her smooth skin to the strawberry–blond wisps of hair that escaped from her bouncy ponytail. His gut reaction to her had come out of nowhere. That door had been closed since his ex–wife's betrayal. Now with everything else in his life...
The intercom in his office buzzed. "Dr. M?"
"I'm here, Didi."
"School's on the phone."
He sighed. His nine–year–old niece, Chrissy, wasn't adjusting well after the deaths of her parents. It had been a blow out of the blue. His sister, Fran, and brother–in–law, Jay, had been asleep when carbon monoxide had leaked out of the furnace. Chrissy, their only child, had been at a friend's pajama party for the night.
"Dr. M?" Didi called again.
"Yeah, I'll get it." Reluctantly he picked up the phone. "Doctor Mueller?"
J.C. readily recognized the principal's voice. They'd spoken often since the tragedy. "Yes, David?"
"You need to pick up Chrissy."
Frowning, he checked his watch. It was only eleven in the morning. "Now?"
"There's been another. incident."
Chrissy, once a model child and student, had been acting out. "Surely she doesn't need to come home this early in the day."
"Afraid so, J.C." The principal dropped the formalities.
"She started a fight with two other girls. One is in tears, the other had to go home because we couldn't calm her down. J.C., you're going to have to figure out how to get Chrissy back under control."
J.C. rubbed his forehead, feeling the onset of now near–constant pain. He'd easily diagnosed himself. Stress–induced migraines. Losing his only sibling had been a devastating blow. He and his older sister had always been close. She'd been the one always looking out for him, the one who had comforted him when they'd lost first their father, then not long afterward their mother. And she'd kept him propped up during his divorce. Without her.
Fran had been his pillar. Illogically, he wanted to speak to her, so she could tell him how to deal with Chrissy.
Opening the day's schedule on his laptop, J.C. saw that he could steal an hour by switching one consultation. After asking Didi to make the arrangements, he drove quickly to the nearby school.
Chrissy sat in one of the chairs in the office, her arms crossed, her expression mute. But her posture and body spoke for her. Sulky. From the top of her head to the tips of her crossed feet.
She didn't meet his gaze while he talked with the secretary and checked Chrissy out of school. But once in the hallway, her footsteps dragged.
J.C. couldn't be mad. Under her rebellious expression was a hurt little girl overwhelmed by pain and loss. He placed one hand on her shoulder as they walked side–by–side, both silent as they approached the car.
Chrissy pulled off her backpack and flung it on the floor. Along with the clicking of seat belts being fastened in place, they were the only sounds until he turned the key in the ignition. J.C. drove out of the school parking lot before he spoke. "You'll have to spend the afternoon at the office."
Chrissy stared out the window. ...
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