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\u2018Is that antlers?\u2019 Neroli was already in the midst of it all, paramedics wheeling someone in tattered leathers with\u2014yes, it was antlers piercing their abdomen. Adrenaline pumping, they worked on the motorcyclist, almost lost him four times. Finally stable, they watched the surgeons wheel him away and stood there in the carnage. The empty room seemed painfully quiet compared to the chaos of just minutes before.<\/p>\n

\u2018That was\u2026\u2019 Neroli started. He met her gaze, expression almost comical. \u2018Yeah.\u2019 \u2018That wouldn\u2019t have worked with anyone else.\u2019 \u2018We do have a certain synchronicity.\u2019 \u2018In the trauma room if nowhere else,\u2019 she said. \u2018There\u2019s at least one other context I can think of,\u2019 he said\u2014blame the adrenaline, the fatigue, the come-down. She held eye contact. It made him brave.<\/p>\n

\u2018I don\u2019t want to get you out of my system,\u2019 he said. \u2018And I promised I wouldn\u2019t ask for anything you don\u2019t want to give, but whatever you want, Ner.\u2019 He knew then he\u2019d stay. Stay as long as there was hope here. * * * If she hadn\u2019t been in full PPE and splattered with blood, she might have done something truly reckless. Not riding-a-motorcycle reckless.<\/p>\n

Not overtaking-a-truck-full-of-hunting-trophies-on-a-blind-corner reckless. But reckless nonetheless. \u2018We could\u2026\u2019 The words slipped out of her mouth. Reckless. He nodded, as if he knew exactly what she meant. \u2018Keep it simple. No expectations. No promises or complications.\u2019 Only the ridiculous hope rising in her chest. Reckless. \u2018Whatever you need,\u2019 he said. A nurse threw the door open. \u2018The driver\u2019s crashing.\u2019 It was almost four hours later when she finally snatched a bathroom break.<\/p>\n

On autopilot, she checked her phone. She\u2019d known it was coming, but it was something else to see it confirmed: Brendan and Pippa were engaged. The photo was charmingly original because of course it was. Pippa was an artist, too cool for anything so clich\u00e9 as clasped hands and a shiny ring. But there was a ring, nestled in a line of paints. Bigger than the one he\u2019d gotten Neroli.<\/p>\n

That was her first, admittedly petty, thought. The second was that now would be a really good time for Sorin to rail her in the on-call room. She\u2019d settle for a racy text. She inspected her bruise in the mirror\u2014thankfully, no black eye\u2014and went back to reception in time to see Sorin walking out the front door.<\/p>\n

Was he going home? She checked the clock, and yeah, it was past the end of his shift. Hers, too, but surely, he\u2019d be looking for a chance to leave together?<\/p>\n

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He glanced at her mouth\u2014again. And he wasn\u2019t the only one guilty of that look. But she wasn\u2019t going to make the same mistake twice. \u201cWe shouldn\u2019t have\u2026 That night you came in with a broken tibia, I didn\u2019t think you were staying.\u201d Her words were running away from her, but she couldn\u2019t stop them. \u201cIt felt like goodbye, like there was nothing to lose, but now you\u2019re back back, and there\u2019s something to lose.<\/p>\n

Oh god.\u201d It hit her like a ton of bricks, the real answer to her question. \u201cYou came back to give it another go?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cNo?\u201d \u201cI just wondered if there was still something.\u201d \u201cHow is that different?\u201d \u201cBecause there\u2019s no pressure,\u201d he said, eyes pleading. \u201cBecause you kissed me back and it was like nothing else.\u201d His tone seemed to dare her to contradict him, to disagree, and she couldn\u2019t do it. Without meaning to, without consciously making the choice to touch him, she reached out, grazed her fingertips to the back of his wrist.<\/p>\n

This was real. He was really here, really telling her he wanted her still, after all this time. OceanofPDF.com Dear Reader, Do you ever wonder what if\u2026? It\u2019s such a tempting question. And it\u2019s one Sorin Alexander has been asking for fourteen years, ever since he left behind the love of his life. Neroli McColl doesn\u2019t do what-ifs anymore. She moves forward and takes care of business. That\u2019s what the job demands in a busy ER, and it\u2019s what life demands of a single mom.<\/p>\n

But when Sorin rolls out of an ambulance, battered and bruised from a hit-and-run, she slips. She feels things she stopped feeling a long time ago. Sorin wasn\u2019t planning to stay in New Zealand, but seeing Neroli changes everything. There\u2019s still something there, after all this time. He can\u2019t just walk away. But working together again is intense\u2014brilliant one moment, devastating the next, and tempting\u2026<\/p>\n

always tempting. I\u2019ve always loved a second chance romance, ever since I watched the Ciar\u00e1n Hinds version of Persuasion and felt things. It\u2019s all the longing that gets me. Their heads are full of memories, from sultry to heartbreaking, and every interaction is so charged. I loved writing Sorin and Neroli\u2019s misery, ahem, I mean reunion, and I hope you thoroughly enjoy their suffering\u2014their romance! Happy reading! xx Amy OceanofPDF.com Emergency Room Reunion Amy Blythe OceanofPDF.com NOTE TO READERS This ebook contains the following accessibility features which, if supported by your device, can be accessed via your ereader\/accessibility settings: Change of font size and line height Change of background and font colours Change of font Change justification Text to speech Page numbers taken from the following print edition: ISBN 9781335993519 OceanofPDF.com Amy Blythe (she\/her) is a hopeless romantic.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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