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

“Checking that out, too. By the way, your man in the closet ate lunch in the hospital cafeteria today while you were avoiding a rattler and having your lunch at home. He picked up on an interesting bit of chatter. It seems a doc whose name was on the short list for chief of surgery is very unhappy about not getting the position.”


Rory clicked keys, then pointed to the face and name on the screen. “Know him?”


He gave a low whistle. “Bart James. That surprises me. He seems like a nice guy.”


Rory shrugged. “Maybe he is. The doc who warned ya to leave may know you’re in danger from him and felt obligated to warn ya.”


“Doesn’t mean he tried to do me in. That seems like overkill for a surgery position.”


“Well, he’s now on our shortlist of suspects.” He studied the report on the screen. “One of the women physicians feels you snubbed her.”


Bond’s brows drew together in a frown and he barked out, “What?”


Chapter 25