Her Texas Rescue Doctor
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Authors: Caro Carson
Spin doctor meets ER doctor
Living in her Hollywood movie star sister's shadow is hard enough! But as her personal assistant, Grace Jackson is continually repairing the swath of damage the diva leaves in her wake. And now her antics have landed her in the Texas Rescue ER! What Grace needs is to find her sister the perfect manâsomeone to dispel the rumor mill. Satisfy the paparazzi. But where could she find this superhero wannabe?
Enter ER doctor Alex Gregory: he's dignified, gifted...and a bit of a nerd. Still, he has an eye for genuine people like lovely Grace. So he reluctantly agrees to let Grace make him over and help salvage her sister's reputation. From geek to chic, Alex becomes a dazzling escort for a celebrity-studded charity ball. But Grace has to wonder: did she remake Alex for her sisterâor herself?
She looked at the cypress tree again, a single tall pillar of green in the middle of an acre of asphalt.
A lonely pillar. “I wish I was as good as you are at imagining that everything will work out okay.”
He turned toward her, laying his arm along the back of the bench. She was aware that his hand rested on the bench just behind her shoulder blades, right behind her spine, the very spine she needed to stiffen.
“Is everything not okay with you?” he asked.
She didn't want to have a spine of steel. She wanted to melt into his arms. “Isn't everything not okay with everyone? We all have our little troubles, right? Everyone's fighting their own battle.”
She was babbling, fighting the desire to lean into him, into Alex Gregory, MD, according to the embroidery on his coat.
Can I call you Alex? Tell you all my worries?
“Grace, you can talk to me.”
Okay, that was a little scary. He was like the perfect guy.
But he was studying her again. She didn't know when anyone else had ever looked at her so closely. She was only an assistant, for goodness' sake. Keeper of the lipstick and the schedule. What was there for him to see?
Texas Rescue: Rescuing hearts...one Texan at a time!
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoy reading this romance as much as I enjoyed
writing the happily-ever-after ending. This hero particularly deserved to end up
with the perfect woman for him, a heroine who is an optimist at her core. Of
course, every hero deserves his heroine at the end, but I have a particular soft
spot for this hero. He's a doctor in an emergency room, and I felt I understood
him because of my own experiences.
You see, once upon a time, I was in emergency services as a
police officer. I became accustomed to the fact that every single call I
answered, every single person I spoke to, was in trouble, whether they were
victims, suspectsâor just lost and needing directions! When I was off duty, that
feeling persisted. If I saw a car at the side of the road, I assumed the driver
needed my help. Always. This emergency-room hero feels the same way. Every day,
all the people he interacts with need him to fix their problems, so when he
meets the heroine, he assumes she needs his help, as well. Part of the
happily-ever-after includes the hero's realization that the heroine doesn't need
himâbut she does want him. Her personal strength is as appealing to him as her
pretty face.
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this story. You can find me
as Caro Carson on Facebook and Twitter, or you can drop me a private email
through my website at
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.
Cheers,
Caro Carson
Her Texas Rescue Doctor
Caro Carson
Despite a no-nonsense background as a West Point graduate and
US Army officer,
Caro Carson
has always treasured the
happily-ever-after of a good romance novel. Now Caro is delighted to be living
her own happily-ever-after with her husband and two children in the great state
of Florida, a location that has saved the coaster-loving theme-park fanatic a
fortune on plane tickets.
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Chapter One
“S
ophia, you have to put down your phone.”
“No.”
Grace Jackson gritted her teeth and held out her hand. “Yes, Sophia. Let me have it.”
Sophia tossed her blond hair, the perfect platinum blond that belonged to innocent young children, and jerked her phone out of Grace's reach.
Grace struggled for patience. They were in a parked van. How long did Sophia think she could play keep-away with the phone? Sophia had never been easy to deal with, but this phase was particularly trying. At least, Grace hoped it was a phase.
Please, let this be a phase. I can't survive this much longer.
“Look, Sophie. The firemen are waiting for us over there. They want to show you around.”
“Don't care.”
Grace felt a little desperate. She thought about grabbing the phone, but taking a hard line with Sophia always backfired. For the past year, she'd been able to manage Sophia by persuading her with rewards.
If you do this, you'll get that thing you want...
It was as simple as rewarding a toddler with a lollipop.
If only Sophia were a toddler.
Instead, Grace was trying to reason with a twenty-nine-year-old woman, a professional actress. After a decade of hard work, Sophia was now a genuine movie star. Grace had been her personal assistant through the hard times, the desperate times, the my-dream-will-never-come-true times. For the past two years, Grace had been with her for the even more stressful world of success, both critical and commercial. The world was Sophia's oyster. And now...
Grace glared at the top of Sophia's head, which was all she could see as Sophia sat on a bench opposite to her with her nose in her phone's screen.
And now, there was no way in the world that Grace was going to placidly stand by and watch Sophia destroy her own dreams.
Grace snatched the phone out of Sophia's hand.
“Hey!”
“I'll hold it for you. What's a personal assistant for?” She slid the phone into her tote bag. “The cameras are waiting. Photographers are everywhere out there. Smile.”
Sophie bared her teeth at Grace despite her annoyance; years of habit were hard to break.
“No lipstick on your teeth. No spinach.” Grace reached with two hands to fluff Sophia's shining waves and used her fingertips to arrange a few naturally wavy tendrils along Sophia's flawless cheekbones. “Perfect. I see a ton of teenage girls out there. Pose for some selfies with them, okay? A few minutes of smiles, and Sophia Jackson will start trending on Instagram and Twitter again.”
But Sophia didn't want her lollipop anymore. She didn't want to be a respected actress with a loyal fan base, not since she'd fallen in with the bad boys of Hollywood. “Let's skip the squealing mass of girlies. What do I have to do before we can get the hell out of here?”
“Oh, Sophie.” Grace's heart felt like a stone in her chest. It was a hard thing, very hard, to watch Sophia throw away everything for which she'd worked.
“Don't start with me. What am I required to do? Tell me the bare minimum. I'm so freaking tired.”
Grace supposed clubbing all night could do that to a girl. Sophie coughed that annoying cough that had started shortly after dating Deezee Kalm, a DJ in Los Angeles. Grace always felt like she was choking on the secondhand smoke at his parties, when she was forced to go. Thankfully, Sophie hadn't been photographed with a cigarette in her hand yet. Accusations would fly that she was a bad role model. That would tarnish her good-girl image, the very image Grace was trying to save with this trip to Texas.
“This is a really good cause. Texas Rescue and Relief has done so much here in Austin after those terrible flash floods last summer. You're going to thank the firemen and theâthe helicopter people, whatever they're calledâand some doctors, and then you're going to cut the ribbon to reopen this health clinic.”
“Good God, Grace. Could you have booked anything more stupid?”
The stone in Grace's chest wasn't hard enough to deflect that stab of a knife.
Don't confront her. Don't challenge her. Offer her a lollipop.
“Your hero, Julia, did almost the exact same thing after California's forest fires. She trended on Twitter. Her visit was covered on all the celebrity gossip TV shows. Now her next movie is already getting award buzz, and it won't be released for months. Coincidence? No way.”
Grace reached up to touch Sophia's hair again, a comforting gesture she'd been doing her whole life. After all, she wasn't just Sophia's personal assistant. She was her sister.
Grace would be the worst sister in the world if she stood by and watched her sister self-destruct.
“I've already got a Golden Globe,” Sophia said.
“Julia's got two. And an Oscar.” Grace nodded out the window toward the cluster of Texas Rescue personnel who were setting up the ribbon-cutting ceremony. “Go be Sophia Jackson, talented and gracious. You could jump in there and help set up right now. Everyone would talk about how down-to-earth you are, how you don't stand on ceremony.”
But her superstar sister's cell phone chimed in the tote bag.
Sophia snapped her gum. “Or you could give me my phone so I'm not stuck in the middle of nowhere with nobody to talk to.”
“Austin isn't nowhere.”
And when did I become nobody?
Instead of defending herself, Grace defended their location. “Austin is a hot ticket in March, you know. It wasn't easy to get a hotel room because South by Southwest just started. The director of Texas Rescue had to call in some favors in town.”
Sophia glared at her.
“You know South by Southwest. The fringe festival. Bands, indie movies, artâkind of edgy stuff. Why don't I get the hotel to extend our stay for the week? This is a really hip event. We could have fun.”
“I know what the hell South by Southwest is. I just don't care.”
Grace had always been the one who listened while Sophia brainstormed career goals. Grace tried to start a little session now. “Being seen here might add another dimension to your image. People might start thinking of you for projects that have more of an indie vibe, like a
Juno
or a
Fargo
.”
“I am not sticking around here for a week of low-budget fringe films, and I'm not going out there to cut a stupid ribbon until I absolutely have to.”
Grace knew better than to push the point. “Okay, we'll chill out here in their van until they're ready for you. Then you can go and shake hands like you're Kate Middleton. They'll love you, the studios will love you, and your agent will get you the best roles in the industry.”
“Are little bluebirds going to start circling my head while I act like a princess? This is seriously stupid.” Sophia gestured toward Grace's tote bag. “Check and see if that's Deezee on the phone. He wants me. Tonight.”
“He wants you? You mean...like...a booty call? He actually calls you to tell you when he wants...” Grace couldn't finish the sentence.
“You are so last decade.
Booty
just means butt. By the way, Deezee says the bubble butt is last decade, so I'm not going to get the surgery now.”
Grace felt ill. She didn't know Sophia had even considered having a plastic surgeon implant anything in her naturally perfect figure.
“He can tell if a girl's had implants during sex. He's so impressed that I haven't had any work done yet.”
Grace wanted to stick her fingers in her ears and say
not listening
, just as she had when they were children and Sophia had explained the birds and bees to her. “I don't want to hear about his sexual turn-ons.”
“Then stop being obsessed with my phone calls. Get your own sex life. When's the last time you got any?” She shoved Grace's tote bag with the toe of her spike-heeled sandal. “Back when people still used the term
booty call
, I guess.”
Grace had to look away. Her sister, of all people, ought to know that she had no social life. Managing all the little daily details for Sophia was a never-ending job. Sophia's career dictated where they lived, who they saw, what they didâeven what Grace wore. Her wardrobe consisted of dozens of outfits like the gray sweater and slacks she wore now. Years ago, she and her sister had figured out that wearing all black made Grace appear like a noticeable blot of darkness when she was caught in the background of a candid photo of Sophia, so Grace wore earth tones with a bit of heather, or sometimes gray with specks of beige and black. That was the best way to disappear into the background.
Not that Grace was complaining. She loved her sister. She only wished her sister would go back to being her normal self. When they were a sisterly duo, she hadn't minded living Sophia's life. This new phase was making her question everything.
She pretended the view outside the van was interesting, but the restored health clinic was only a normal-sized building in a normal suburb of a normal city. The ribbon-cutting ceremony was about to begin, so the men and women of Texas Rescue were taking their places.
She'd bet those people were married and had children and rewarding jobs. Grace and Sophia had once had that kind of normalcy, back when their parents were still alive. How could Sophia go from seeing their parents' loving marriage to jumping at the beck and call of a no-talent egomaniac like Deezee?
Of the two of them, Sophia had always been the bigger sucker for true love and weddings and happily-ever-after. She'd put all that on hold for her acting career, until this winter with Deezee. Maybe this phase meant Sophia was lonely. Maybe Grace could help her find a better man. A normal man.
Grace gestured out the window. “Check out these Texas Rescue guys. This looks like a casting call for an action movieâbut they're real. I bet not one of those guys has chin implants or hair extensions. Real firemen and real doctors and paramedics and, um, police-looking guys. Rangers? What do you think that uniform is?”
“Like I care.” Sophia sat up straighter, ready to talk business. “Listen, Deezee is opening a new club tonight. He needs me there to help him get more press.”
Grace looked away from the handsome men of the real world. If Sophia wanted to talk business, they'd talk business. “Deezee could have his people contact me with a little more notice next time, and maybe we'll be able to schedule an appearance, if his career needs help.”
Sophia's expressive blue eyes narrowed angrily, but a fresh round of her club cough kept her from saying whatever retort she'd been about to deliver.
Poor Sophia really did look tired. It was up to her personal assistant to help her look good for this photo op, so Grace dug in her tote bag and came up with her sister's very expensive, very red lipstick, the one Grace ordered for her and always kept on hand. “Here. And spit out your gum. It looks tacky when you speak.”
Sophia's cough subsided. “Being with Deezee can do more for my career than this charity gig. Everyone will be in LA at the new club. No one is here. If you want me to stay visible in the industry, I need to be where everyone is.
Duh.
” Sophia plucked the lipstick out of Grace's fingers.
Grace dropped her hand to her lap. Couldn't Sophia see that Deezee's club would attract the celebrities who were famous only for their ability to shock the public? Actresses would get out of their limos in a way that let the paparazzi document whether or not they wore underwear. Stars who were claiming sobriety would arrive drunk.
A man in a shirt and tie opened the door to the van. “Miss Jackson? Are you ready for your tour?”
Sophia ignored him as she gave Grace orders. “Book me a flight. Get me back to LA now. I'm going to cut this crap short.”
Grace closed her eyes, but it didn't matter. She heard the man at the door suck in his breath.
Surprise. She's a little more crude in real life than she was in her award acceptance speech, isn't she?
Grace opened her eyes and looked at the man's face. Yep. They'd just alienated another fan.
For the past two years, Sophia had been so gracious in her interviews, so fun on her television appearances. She'd set a goal to be as well thought of as Audrey Hepburn someday, and she'd pursued her dream with unwavering perseverance until now. Audrey Hepburn wouldn't have told a Texas Rescue volunteer that she wanted to cut this crap short.
DJ Deezee Kalm would have, except he wouldn't have used the word
crap
.
Sophia replaced the cap on her lipstick and tossed it so that it landed on the bench seat next to Grace.
“Your gum,” Grace reminded her gently, under her breath.
“Get me a limo to the airport. This van blows.” Sophia tilted her head back, pursed her lips, and with a poof of air, spit her gum to land on the seat, as well.
She got out of the van. Grace watched out the window as Sophia shook back her hair in the Texas sunlight, looking like a million dollars in a classic coat dress that cost eight thousand. Grace had secured it at no cost. The publicity Sophia could bring a designer was worth more than the price of the dress. For now.
The adults applauded, the teenaged girls who crowded against the plastic barricades screamed and cheered, but Sophia didn't walk over to her waiting fans. Grace wished she hadn't suggested it. Maybe her sister would have done the obviously right thing if she hadn't felt like Grace was ordering her to do it.
Grace picked up the lipstick and returned it to the tote, then dug out a tissue and cleaned up the gum.
What's a personal assistant for, right?
Not this. She'd been her sister's support, not her sister's servant. But her sister was no longer acting like her sister. Sophia was turning herself into something she was not, all in an attempt to make a man love her.
Deezee didn't love herâbut Grace did. She'd dragged her from LA to Texas for her own good. Surely Sophia would come to her senses. Grace just had to find a way to keep her in Texas a little longer.