Dr. Bond Bergstrom fights to save the life of a man shot near the lakeside path where he jogs. Later, when the hospital where Bond works as chief of surgery learns the shooter attempted to kill him also, the board insists on assigning security protection to him 24/7 until the killer is caught.<br><br>Bond is furious with the decision. Former Navy SEALs, he argues, can protect themselves better than anyone in the world. Not so, counters former Delta Force operative Rory O’Shea. He’s the hot, sexy Irish-American who owns the agency providing the hospital’s routine security.<br><br>Bond grudgingly gives in, unaware that O’Shea has an ulterior motive in assigning himself to spend nights with the doctor as his personal bodyguard. Will O’Shea prove he has what it takes to satisfy Bond -- both in and out of the bedroom?

Amen to Love

“Good. I’ll order physical therapy to loosen it up all the way. My next question is, are you ready to go home?” Bond asked.


“Yes! I’d like to sleep again.” He groaned. “People were whispering outside my door in the middle of the night again. Same man, but with a woman instead of a man.”


“I’m glad they weren’t arguing this time.” Bond patted his leg. “I’ll write your discharge orders, and you’ll be home by noon, providing you have a ride. I want to see you in a week. My receptionist will call tomorrow with an appointment.”


Walking down the carpeted corridor to the next patient, he wondered if the pain medicine was giving the patient bad dreams or confusing him. Since it could do this, he wasn’t sure how real the whispering was…or the argument on Saturday.


Chapter 22