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  A nurse to heal his heart...

  ...and complete his family.

  After losing her mother to a hereditary illness, trauma nurse Wendy Smith vowed never to risk having a family of her own. So acting on her instant attraction to sexy single dad Dr. Tom Faber is a definite no! But through her unexpected connection with his daughter, Wendy grows closer to Tom and their chemistry intensifies...along with her longing for her own family—with him!

  “Wendy?” Tom said again, and she closed her eyes.

  Damn. He wasn’t going to let this go.

  His gaze held empathy and understanding.

  “If you want to talk about the Huntington’s, I’m here.”

  He knew. Wendy tried to cover the raging tempest inside her about that fact, feeling too vulnerable for her comfort. “I’m fine.”

  He stepped closer, bridging the gap between them to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. Her breath hitched against her will. “I can’t imagine what that must be like, what you’ve been through.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He narrowed his gaze on her, looking entirely unconvinced. His fingertips grazed her jaw and her earlier tension gave way to a whole new kind of tightness. The same connection from last night sizzled between them again. Tom moved close enough for her to see the shadow of stubble on his jaw, close enough for his minty breath to fan her face, close enough for her to feel the heat of him through her clothes. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, like a rabbit in a trap. He bent toward her.

  Dear Reader,

  Thanks so much for picking up a copy of my second Medical Romance, Finding Her Forever Family. As the title suggests, this book is all about family—the one you’re born into, the ones you make yourself and how families impact our lives in so many ways.

  Like my debut Medical Romance, One Night with the Army Doc, this story takes place within my Anchorage Mercy Hospital world, and features ER trauma nurse Wendy Smith as she comes to terms with a rare genetic condition that she may or may not have inherited from her mother. This book takes us on her journey as she deals with her past and her future, her fears of finding out the truth and how love gives her the courage to face whatever might happen and open herself up to love and the possibility of finding a forever family where she least expects it—with my hero Dr. Tom Faber and his daughter, Sam, who are both recovering from a tragedy of their own.

  Writing this story really touched my heart and reminded me of how important family and those deep connections with the ones we love are in life. I hope you find the book does the same for you. You can always connect with me through my website, tracidouglass.net.

  Happy reading!

  Traci :)

  Finding Her Forever Family

  Traci Douglass

  Books by Traci Douglass

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  To my wonderful editors, Sheila Hodgson and Charlotte Ellis, who helped me craft this story into something worth reading.

  To Laura McCallen, for finding me in a flurry of entries and working with me until her departure.

  To my agent, Dawn Dowdle, who shepherded me through the process on these first two books.

  To my critique partner, Coleen Burright, the best beta reader in the world.

  To my wonderful tribe in the SHU Writing Popular Fiction Program and my Secret Keepers, who are all a beacon of light in the storm.

  To my family, for always believing in me.

  And last, but not least...

  To my readers, who make all of this possible.

  THANK YOU. I wouldn’t get to do what I love without all of you!

  Praise for Traci Douglass

  “Ms. Douglass has delivered an absolutely engaging and unputdownable read.... It was from the moment the hero and heroine come face-to-face for the first time where things get really interesting.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on One Night with the Army Doc

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  EXCERPT FROM TEMPTED BY THE HOT HIGHLAND DOC BY SCARLET WILSON

  CHAPTER ONE

  “WHERE’S THE SERVER?” ER Trauma Nurse Wendy Smith asked as she and her sister-in-law, Aiyana, grabbed a table at the Snaggle Tooth. The pub was all but empty, and she was disappointed to find no trace of an employee anywhere.

  “Welcome!” a guy finally shouted from the kitchen doorway, eyeing Aiyana’s enormous belly with trepidation. “Be with you in a second.”

  Her sister-in-law, besides being married to Wendy’s oldest brother, Ned, was also thirty-seven weeks pregnant with twins. Wendy felt sorry for her, and a bit envious, to be honest.

  Not that she’d share those feelings with anyone.

  Having children of her own wasn’t in the cards.

  It had been Aiyana’s idea to eat a late lunch at the pub today and against Wendy’s better judgment she’d said yes. The place held special memories for her sister-in-law. It was where she and Ned had gone on their first date. The pub was also where Wendy’s friend and boss, Dr. Jake Ryder, had taken his new wife, Dr. Molly Flynn, after their first date. Seemed the place was crawling with love bugs. Wendy did her best not to itch.

  But at least the food was good. And when a hungry pregnant woman suggested the place that served her favorite comfort meal, you didn’t argue.

  Aiyana picked up a menu off the scarred wooden tabletop, then shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. At near full-term, however, it wasn’t happening.

  “Need help?” Wendy asked.

  “What I need is a crowbar.” Seemed the only part of her usually effervescent sister-in-law that functioned properly these days was her appetite. Everything else had gone wonky because of sleep deprivation and abundant hormones.

  “How about we split the salmon nachos?” Wendy suggested, perusing her menu. “Looks like they have your favorite Peanut Butter Brownie Surprise for dessert too. Anything else?”

  “A side of Pitocin.” Aiyana winced and rubbed her lower back. “All the books I read made having a baby sound like a breeze. This is not my idea of fun.”

  Wendy hailed the waiter to place their order, then settled back in the booth. “Have you and Ned decided on names?”

  Aiyana shook her head as the server brought them water. “We’ve been busy.”

  True. In addition to becoming a new dad soon, Ned was learning the ropes to take over the family mechanic shop from their father. Her other two brothers, Jim and Mike, were also busy, shouldering the extra duties Ned had left behind when he’d become the manager. Wendy helped out there when she could, despite her busy schedule at Anchorage Mercy, figuring it was the least she could do since they’d raised her after Mom had died.

  Wendy had been just ten when it had happened, but she remembered it like yesterday.

  She sighed . Her thirtieth birthday was looming, and she’d begun to hear the ticktock of her biological clock louder than ever, no matter how improbable.

  But getting pregnant, for her, would be a huge disaster, even if she did secretly want a baby of her own. Life was hard when you could be a walking genetic time bomb. Huntington’s disease had taken everything from her poor mother by the end of her too-short life. She’d been unable to walk, talk, swallow. She’d died a shell of the vibrant woman she’d once been.

  The thought of leaving behind a husband and children was too devastating to consider.

  So it was best not to go down that route at all.

  Wendy had been tested, of course, at age eighteen, just as her brothers had been before her. But they’d all been in serious relationships at the time they’d gotten their results, so it seemed more urgent for them to find out. She hadn’t been seeing anyone when she’d had her testing. In fact, she’d been ready to head off to college and begin her nursing career. With all that pressure, the last thing she’d wanted was a Huntington’s positive result looming over her head too. She’d always figured there’d be plenty of time to find out later. Then, as the years had passed, and her life had moved on, the time had never seemed right.

  Her brothers had all been negative for the gene mutation that caused Huntington’s disease. There was a fifty-fifty shot of inheriting. Being the last out of four siblings...well, Wendy knew the odds weren’t in her favor. It would’ve been a miracle if she was negative too, and when it came to her own mortality she wasn’t the betting type. So, twelve years on, she’d never requested her results, never wanted to know, never wanted to play Russian roulette with her own life. Just the thought of spending the rest of her days like a dead woman walking, terrified of every twitch or stumble, thinking the end was near, was terrifying.

  Instead, she’d gone in the opposite direction, living life to the fullest. All to conceal the shame and fear of possibly being afflicted with an incurable disease. Maybe some people took that as running away from her problems or being a coward. Wendy didn’t care. Let those people walk a mile in her shoes.

  No sense pretending a happily-ever-after was in her future.

  Not when those you cared for could be ripped away from you at any time.

  Love was a definite no-go for Wendy. No risk. No reward. No problem.

  Across from her, Aiyana inhaled deeply and slowly, her hands sliding across the table, fingers splayed in an effort to control her breathing, her lung capacity compromised by the twins shoving up against them.

  “You should probably get on that whole naming thing,” Wendy said, raising a brow. “Looks like you don’t have much longer to go.”

  The server interrupted them with a platter of hot nachos and two plates.

  Wendy grabbed a handful of chips and put them on her plate, knowing if she didn’t act now Aiyana would devour the food and she’d never get any.

  Their waiter’s gaze darted from her sister-in-law’s belly to Wendy’s little pile of nachos then back again. “Did you want ice cream with the dessert, ma’am?”

  “Two scoops, please,” Aiyana said.

  The server departed, and Wendy flicked open her napkin. “That’s a lot of food.”

  “What difference does it make? I’m already as big as a house.” Aiyana’s bottom lip trembled, and her eyes sparkled with tears. Wendy felt awful. She’d not meant it that way. “But I’m always hungry and Ned’s working overtime to make up for when he’ll be off after the babies are born and I haven’t found another person to cover for me at the souvenir shop and...” Aiyana flinched and grabbed her belly, bending over and inhaling sharply. “Braxton Hicks contractions.”

  After a moment, her sister-in-law relaxed and dug into the platter of nachos. Within minutes, as predicted, all the food was gone. She chugged down her water then banged the glass on the tabletop like a Viking. The server left a pitcher of water on the table.

  “Obviously we need names for the birth certificates,” Aiyana said, chewing suspiciously.

  Wendy looked at her own plate to find the rest of her nachos gone too. “Hey!”

  A guilty look crossed her pretty face. “Sorry.”

  Thankfully, the waiter soon came to the rescue, bringing the piping-hot Peanut Butter Brownie Surprise and an extra fork.

  Her sister-in-law deftly changed subjects, speaking around a mouthful of chocolate and ice cream. “Carmen says we’ll give it five more days. Then we’ll reassess.”

  Carmen Sanchez was her sister-in-law’s certified nurse midwife. With a master’s degree in nursing, she was sort of like an obstetrician and a midwife combined, except she couldn’t perform surgery. If Aiyana did end up needing a C-section they’d have to use the OB on call at Anchorage Mercy at the time of delivery.

  From years of working in the ER, Wendy knew that could be a crapshoot. Thankfully, Aiyana’s pregnancy had gone without a hitch thus far, so she could stay with her midwife, but the ever-present threat of preeclampsia and obstetric cholestasis meant the OB/GYN department was ready at all times, just in case.

  “Well, you’ve got my number on speed dial,” Wendy said. “And you know I’ll show up anytime, anywhere, whenever these kids decide to be born.”

  Aiyana looked up from her dessert, her cheeks persistently rosy this late in pregnancy. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” Wendy smiled. “Someone’s got to keep my brother in line while you’re in labor, right?”

  “Right.” Laughing, Aiyana eased out of the booth. “Need to use the restroom. Be right back.”

  She waddled away, and Wendy’s throat constricted with unexpected tears.

  She’d not expected to be so emotional over the impending delivery of the twins. Everything was about to change. Ned and Aiyana would have new responsibilities, new obligations, new lives to embark on. While she would stay stuck inside her self-imposed bubble, safe and protected and happy.

  And I am happy, right?

  Sure, she’d made sacrifices because of a potential medical diagnosis. But Wendy had been inconsolable for weeks after her mom’s passing. Her universe had imploded and when her world had re-formed, she’d been different—more guarded, more responsible, less carefree and reliant on others.

  Two decades had passed, but not much had changed.

  Maybe her social life had suffered lately because she was so busy. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t looking for a relationship. Which was good because it was hard to meet men when you worked eighty-plus hours a week.

  These days she had fun, dated, got involved with guys who were looking for a good time, not a long-term relationship, and kept what was left of her battered heart out of the equation.

  And so what if, sometimes, those niggles of yearning—the ones that whispered how wonderful it might be to have a baby and family of her own—became too persistent? She’d soon have her newborn niece and nephew to satisfy that craving.

  Plus, now there was Sam at work to keep her company.

  A friend who was a youth counselor at Anchorage Mercy had been going on vacation, and had asked Wendy if she’d be willing to help out with one of the kids she was treating who’d recently lost her mother. It was a no-brainer, given Wendy’s past and the fact she’d trained to volunteer helping at-risk youth at the hospital, which meant she’d already been screened and vetted. Sam was twelve and full of snark, reminding Wendy of herself at that age. Sam’s father also worked at the hospital, but, with her busy schedule, Wendy hadn’t had a chance to meet him yet. Plus, since she’d only be covering for a short time, it hadn’t seemed like a top priority.

  Over her few visits with Sam, though, Wendy had come to enjoy them and looked forward to those late-lunch chats.

  Sam was like the kid sister Wendy had never had.

  The sound of clattering dishes drew her attention to the afternoon sunshine filtering through the pub window s, flashing across tabletops and sparkling through rows of glasses and bottles waiting for customers behind the bar. The air smelled of lemon furniture polish and fried food. Outside, May in Alaska meant the whole state felt warm and green and bursting with life.

  Wendy took a deep breath, enjoying the calm before the storm. She had a shift in the ER later. The controlled chaos of working in trauma care suited her, partly because of her type A personality and partly because being raised in an all-male household meant she’d had to be scrappy to survive. She could take care of herself, could drink and curse with the best of them, could rebuild an engine faster than anyone. And all that independence played nicely into her belief that if she just kept moving, kept busy, kept one step ahead of the game, then her genetics wouldn’t catch up with her.

  “I’m back,” Aiyana said, perching on the edge of her seat like a cello player.

  Wendy nodded, shoving her last bite of dessert into her mouth. She wasn’t generally the sappy or reflective type, but a tiny part of her wanted to shave off a little of the wonderful closeness Aiyana and Ned shared and hold it inside, so she could turn to it when she felt lonely or desperate. Wendy never stuck around long enough in relationships for things to get that deep.

  “How’s work?” her sister-in-law asked.

  “Same old, same old. Lots of bee stings and weekend warrior accidents this time of year.”

  She went to say more, but her sister-in-law leaned over again, inhaling deeply. By Wendy’s estimation, the contractions were about seven minutes apart, lasting about thirty-eight seconds.

  Once the pain passed, Aiyana drank half a glass of water.

  “I’m dehydrated,” her sister-in-law said, smoothing back her long black ponytail.

  And delusional, Wendy thought. These were more than false labor pains. “Sure.”

  They chatted for a few more minutes and Aiyana snagged one last stray tortilla chip from the nacho tray and shoved it into her mouth. From what Wendy could see, her sister-in-law’s belly looked high and tight. Good. As long as it didn’t suddenly drop lower, they still had time.