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  From their first kiss...

  The gorgeous music mogul who saves ER nurse Simona Andrews from a hallway collision belongs firmly in her “do not date” category. He’s in the media spotlight—just like her ex, an actor who trashed her publicly after their split. Since she became guardian to her baby niece, Simona has even more reason to avoid high-profile affairs. Yet still her body is on fire from Donovan’s lightest touch.

  Record label VP Donovan Wright tells himself it’s exhaustion, adrenaline...but nothing has ever matched the feeling of having Simona in his arms. Sexy and compassionate by turns, she immediately pulls him in, even as his own trust issues surface. Before she walks away for good, he has just one more chance to prove that his promise to love and care for her will never be broken...

  “I’m not stalking you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said, coming toward her with that charming smile.

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, that’s a good thing because—” He cut her off before she could finish her sentence and her thought.

  “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely, and...”

  “And what?” she asked as he trailed off.

  He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. “And I wanted to kiss you good-night.”

  Simona’s pulse spiked. Without waiting for a response, he bent and covered her lips with his. The moment their mouths met, heat flared out in every part of her body. He tangled his tongue with hers unhurriedly, as if he had all night. Her body trembled, and she moaned softly. At length, he lifted his head.

  He pressed his lips to hers once more and then whispered, “Good night, Simona.” Releasing her, he turned and sauntered back down the driveway.

  Simona slumped against her car, heart pounding and legs shaking. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. When she opened them, he was leaning against his car. “Donovan?”

  “I’m just waiting for you to go inside.”

  Such a gentleman. This man was breaking down her resolve.

  Dear Reader,

  You met Donovan Wright in my first novel, Just to Be with You. He had a plethora of advice on love for his best friend. Now that it’s his turn, he’s finding that the answers aren’t so black-and-white and the hurt he’s buried is not so easy to dismiss. Simona Andrews is just the woman he needs to help him move past the pain. He’ll provide the unconditional love Simona has always craved. In return, she can give Donovan the one thing he wants—a family—even if he doesn’t know it yet. Throw in a sweet baby girl, and poor Donovan doesn’t stand a chance!

  It was an absolute joy to watch Donovan fall in love. I hope you enjoy the ride, and catching up on the lives of his friends, as much as I did.

  Coming up, I’m excited to bring you a new family series—the Grays. Stay tuned for details.

  I love hearing from readers. Please feel free to contact me anytime.

  Much love,

  Sheryl

  Website: SherylLister.com

  Email: [email protected]

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  Sheryl Lister has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. When she’s not reading, writing or playing chauffeur, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers and bite-size desserts. She holds a BS in occupational therapy and post-professional MS in occupational therapy from San Jose State University. She resides in California and is a wife, mother of three and pediatric occupational therapist.

  Books by Sheryl Lister

  Harlequin Kimani Romance

  Just to Be with You

  All of Me

  It’s Only You

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  To my amazing husband, Lance, for your unconditional love and your unwavering support. It’s only you who sets my soul on fire.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  My Heavenly Father, I am nothing without You.

  Thank you to my children, family and friends for your continued support. I appreciate and love you!

  A special thank-you to LaShaunda Hoffman for your expertise and encouragement. You’ve helped me more than you know.

  Thank you to my editor, Rachel Burkot, and the Harlequin Kimani team for your editorial guidance and support.

  A very special thank-you to my agent, Sarah E. Younger. I appreciate you more than words can say.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  “Simona, Dr. Harris has been looking for you.”

  Simona Andrews barely held back an eye roll. She had been on her feet for ten hours in the hospital’s emergency room and was too tired to deal with Dr. Harris’s antics tonight. “Why? There are several other nurses on duty.”

  “True, but you’re the only one on tonight with pediatric experience,” the other nurse answered.

  “Where is he?”

  “Exam room four.”

  “Thanks,” Simona called over her shoulder, increasing her pace. She hoped the good doctor really had a patient this time. Then she heard the crying—well, screaming, actually—from two doors away.

  “Thank God,” Dr. Harris muttered when he looked up and saw her enter. “Ms. Andrews, Thomas here is a victim of little brother syndrome.”

  He placed a subtle hand on her back, and she immediately moved out of his reach. “Hi, Thomas.”

  The doctor quickly explained that the child’s mother had brought the two-year-old into the hospital’s emergency room when he wouldn’t stop crying and couldn’t move his right arm. Further questioning revealed that the woman’s teenage son had been swinging Thomas around in circles by his wrists, resulting in Thomas’s right shoulder dislocating.

  Simona moved closer to the table where Thomas sat crying, shaking his head and clinging to his mother. She knew the doctor could easily maneuver the joint back into place, but not without some pain to the child. She produced a small stuffed tiger from her pocket and extended it to him. He stared at it for a lengthy moment, then reached out to touch it. Gradually, his tears stopped.

  “Does your arm hurt?” she asked softly.

  He nodded, and his lip began quivering again.

  She pointed to the tiger. “That’s why I brought you my special friend. I think his name is the same as yours—Thomas the Tiger—and he helps little boys be brave when they get hurt. Would you like to hold him?”

  He looked down at the tiger and back up at her, as if trying to decide whether Simona was telling the truth. Finally he nodded again and took it from her outstretched hand.

  Simona smiled. “Now, Dr. Harris is going to fix your arm, but it might hurt a little, so Thomas the Tiger is going to stay right in your arms to help you be brave. Is that okay?”

  He glanced at the doctor, back to Simona and then laid his head against his mother.

  She caught the doctor’s eye, and he maneuvered cl
oser to the little boy’s injured shoulder. While she told Thomas stories of the tiger’s adventures with other little children, Dr. Harris worked quickly. Thomas winced and let out a small whimper, but by then the doctor had finished and stepped back.

  “Wow, Thomas. You did a great job,” Simona praised. “You didn’t even cry.”

  He gave her a shy smile.

  “You’re such a big boy,” his mother said, kissing his forehead. “Thank you, doctor.”

  “No problem, Mrs. Peters.” He gave her some precautions and patted Thomas on the knee.

  “And thank you, Ms. Andrews. I don’t think my baby would’ve let the doctor touch him if you hadn’t been here. You even calmed me down,” Mrs. Peters added with a chuckle.

  Simona smiled and gently stroked Thomas’s back. “You’re welcome. Take care, Thomas, and no more human airplanes.” He reached for Simona, catching her off guard, and she hugged the toddler.

  His mother stared. “I can’t believe it. He never goes to strangers. You must be a baby whisperer, Ms. Andrews.”

  “I’ve said the same thing,” Dr. Harris murmured.

  Ignoring the doctor, she laughed. “I don’t know about that, Mrs. Peters, but I love children.”

  “Do you have any children of your own?”

  “No. But I’m a proud aunt.”

  “Well, you’re going to make a terrific mother someday.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” the doctor chimed in with a gleam in his eyes that went well beyond professional.

  She sent a warning look his way, then turned back. “Thank you, Mrs. Peters. Let me show you to the discharge area.”

  Dr. Harris chuckled. “Have a good evening, Mrs. Peters, and take care, Thomas.”

  Glaring at him over her shoulder, Simona ushered Mrs. Peters out before she could ask any more personal questions.

  “Is my son going to be okay?” the woman asked nervously as they walked out.

  She smiled reassuringly. “Your son will be fine, Mrs. Peters, but please make sure you tell your other children not to swing Thomas by his arms. As the doctor said, at this age his joints have not completely developed, and it’s easy for them to slip out.”

  “Thank you, I will. Believe me, if I see one of them so much as tug on Thomas’s arm, they’re going to be the ones in the emergency room.” She shook her head. “I’ve told them over and over to quit swinging him around. Wait until I get home,” she fussed. She cradled Thomas against her shoulder and stroked his back lovingly while avoiding his injured side.

  After leaving the woman with the discharge clerk, Simona headed back to the nurses’ station, still seething. Doctor Lionel Harris had been coming on to her since she had started working at the hospital, taking every opportunity to make suggestive comments. He had even gone so far as to lure her into an empty treatment room under the guise of needing assistance with a patient.

  At thirty-six, he had been featured on the covers of several magazines and was a sought-after lecturer for his knowledge of emergency medicine. Combined with his charm and good looks, he’d be the perfect guy for some woman—just not her. But for some reason, he couldn’t take no for an answer.

  Simona had relocated to Los Angeles from Oakland a year ago to escape the drama that had become her life, and she had no desire to hook up with someone as famous as Dr. Harris and have her relationship play out for all to see. And that would be exactly what would happen if she—a nurse—started dating one of the most attractive doctors on staff. Had it not been for her grandmother, she might have moved clear across the country after breaking up with her ex. LA was close enough to Nana, but big enough to get lost in. Now she only wanted to do her job and go home—no drama and no men.

  “Hey, Simona. What are you doing here? I thought you were off at seven.”

  “Hey, Phyllis. I was supposed to be, but Annette called in sick and Dr. Cortez asked if I’d cover the first four hours. Betty is covering the rest of the shift. Then I’m off until Tuesday morning.”

  Phyllis nodded. “Lucky you. One hour to go. Right before all the heavy weekend drama starts.”

  The weekends were always busy in the emergency room—more parties and drinking often translated to more fights and accidents. Simona was glad to be off.

  Another nurse rushed over to them and clutched Simona’s arm. “Oh, my God!” she whispered excitedly. “You’re never going to guess who’s here in the hospital.”

  “Who?” Phyllis asked.

  “Monte. I think his wife is having a baby. He is sooo fine, and his music...” She sighed dreamily.

  Simona stared at the young nurse, whose name she couldn’t remember, and shook her head. She’d heard of the popular R & B singer and producer, and owned a few of his CDs, but had no idea he had a wife or that she was expecting a baby.

  “We should go up and see if we can get his autograph. I have all his CDs.”

  Simona glanced down at the woman’s badge. “No, we shouldn’t, Alyssa,” she said firmly. “What we should do is allow the man to have some privacy. This is a hospital, not a concert venue. How about displaying a little professionalism?” People not respecting other’s privacy topped the list of Simona’s pet peeves.

  Alyssa had the decency to look embarrassed...for about five seconds. “It’s just a little autograph. Geez, lighten up.”

  Simona was poised to give Alyssa a blistering retort, but the sound of sirens interrupted whatever she had planned to say. She and Phyllis shared a look and rushed off with Alyssa trailing them.

  * * *

  Donovan Wright pushed through the hospital doors and went to the front desk. “Can you tell me what floor maternity is on?”

  “Fourth,” the older woman behind the desk answered with a smile. “Is this your first?”

  His heart clenched. “It’s not mine. I’m here for a friend.”

  “Oh. I just thought...well, a handsome guy like you should have no problem finding a wife.”

  He smiled, thanked her, then sauntered off toward the elevators, his loafers echoing loudly on the highly polished floors.

  As he waited for the elevator, he pondered the woman’s statement. No problem finding a wife? Yeah. Right. Donovan stepped in when the doors opened, pushed the button for the fourth floor and leaned his head back against the wall.

  Closing his eyes, he exhaled deeply. He was exhausted. With Terrence out of the office for the past week, Donovan had been working sixteen-hour days at the record company just to keep up. As the executive vice president of RC Productions he oversaw most of the departments and had managed the music career of Terrence—who used the stage name Monte—for the past decade, along with one other group at the record label.

  He’d been up to his eyeballs scheduling tour dates, negotiating fees, going over contracts and meeting with various entities. If not for his two assistants, he would more than likely still be sitting at his desk despite the fact that it was nine thirty.

  Two years ago, both he and Terrence had worked long hours at the record company Terrence started. With Terrence taking on the role of CEO and producer and working on his own music, they’d had no choice. But since Terrence and Janae married, his friend made a point of not staying late as often as he used to. Now, with the new baby, Donovan wondered if Terrence would be working even less and if they would need to hire another executive just to keep up.

  The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor, and he followed the signs to the nurses’ station. Before he could ask, Donovan spotted Terrence and met him halfway. He brought Terrence in for a one-armed hug.

  “What’s up, man? The baby here yet?”

  “Hey, D. Not yet,” Terrence answered.

  “You look exhausted. How’s Janae holding up?”

  “It’s been over eight hours, and I know she’s in a lot of pain, but she refuses
to take anything. She wants to do this naturally.” He scrubbed a hand over his head. “I feel so helpless.”

  Donovan clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, hopefully it won’t be much longer. What are the doctors saying?”

  “They just checked her and said she’s eight centimeters dilated, so I’m praying it won’t be much longer. I was on my way to the waiting room to tell my grandparents before I go back in.”

  “They’re here?” Donovan asked, following Terrence.

  “You know they’ll be here all night, if necessary. They’re more excited than we are.”

  Donovan laughed. “I can imagine.”

  Terrence’s grandparents had been his only family until he married Janae. Both were in their seventies, but rose swiftly when the two men entered.

  “Is my great-grandbaby here yet?” Terrence’s grandmother asked.

  “Not yet, Grandma.” He told her the same thing he’d told Donovan.

  “Hi, Donovan. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. Terrence told me about all the late hours you’ve been working.”

  “Hey, Grandma. You know I had to be here for the birth of my first godchild.” Donovan leaned down to kiss her cheek. He extended his hand to Terrence’s grandfather. “How’s it going, Mr. Campbell?”

  “Can’t complain.”

  “I need to get back,” Terrence said.

  “I’ll wait here with your grandparents, T. Give Janae my best.”

  “I will,” he called over his shoulder, hurrying off.

  Donovan sprawled out on a loveseat, dangling his legs over the armrest. He spent a few minutes catching up with the grandparents, then asked, “How long have you two been here?”

  “About four hours,” Mr. Campbell answered.

  “Let’s hope it won’t be much longer,” Grandma said. “I’m so glad Terrence found someone to share his life with. You know, Donovan, if my stubborn, commitment-phobic grandson can find a wife, I’m certain you can, too,” she added casually.

  Uh-oh. “I’ve been too busy to even think about a relationship.”