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  Table of Contents

  Saved by the Doctor

  Copyright

  Secrets of the Flame

  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

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Secrets of the Flame Extended Epilogue

  The Nurses of Saint Christopher

  What the Doctor Orders

  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

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  What the Doctor’s Orders Extended Epilogue

  Repairing Tara

  The Doctor’s Nanny

  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

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  The Doctor’s Nanny Extended Epilogue

  Midnight Surprise

  Saved by the Doctor

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  By Ivy Wonders

  Megan Lee

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  Secrets of the Flame Book One

  A Billionaire Doctor Romance

  Saved by the Doctor Book One

  By Ivy Wonders

  Megan Lee

  My last year of med school, the best year ever because of her—my future changed forever because of her …

  From the moment I saw her, I knew there was something between us not many people find.

  Passionate nights, stolen kisses throughout our busy days; she and I had the same goals—goals that would end the special connection we’d found.

  Leaving her behind proved to be the hardest thing I’d ever done.

  Finding her one day in a Seattle hospital, tending to one of my best friends, proved that old flame had never completely gone out.

  No longer the easygoing, easy-to-love girl I’d known years ago, she’d become guarded.

  My only question—why?

  He’d stolen more than just my heart all those years ago—he’d turned me into something I’d never even thought of becoming …

  Both on the same mission to become doctors, he and I knew our love had an expiration date.

  I didn’t find out about the gift he’d left me with until he was long gone.

  Somehow, I never expected to see the man again.

  And then, one day, he came into the hospital I worked at, and it all came crashing down on me.

  The lust, the love, the secret I couldn’t tell him—unless I wanted him to hate me …

  Chapter 1

  Arslan

  The smell of coffee drifted through the otherwise sterile scent of the room, briefly taking my attention away from my young patient’s parents. “I’m sure you’re exhausted from the surgery, Dr. Dawson,” Mr. Peterson said, making me focus on the conversation once more. “I only have one more question for you, and then we’ll let you get on with the rest of your day.”

  Pinching the bridge of my nose—not out of aggravation, but out of sheer fatigue—I shifted my weight to the other foot. “I am sorry about that. I’m past the point of caffeine by now anyways. A bed and a pillow are about all I’m in need of right now. Please, ask me anything you need to, Mr. Peterson.”

  His son lay in the bed just three feet away from us. The boy had been in an auto accident with his uncle the day before. Unfortunately, the uncle hadn’t had the same luck as young Lucas Peterson—he hadn’t made it long enough to undergo surgery.

  Mr. Peterson looked at his son with exhausted, worried eyes. “When he wakes up, what can we expect?”

  “I can’t tell you exactly what to expect, but difficulty communicating is a common occurrence in individuals with his extent of brain trauma. He will likely be able to get back to normal with time and some rehab therapy, but for a while, he’ll exhibit trouble speaking, reading, writing, and may have issues with motor functions.” The looks on his parents’ faces told me they thought the prognosis was horrible. “Right now, you two need to remain strong and support Lucas in his healing. This won’t last forever. He’s young, healthy, and I expect he’ll be back to himself in no time at all.”

  His mother twisted her hands together nervously. “Next week is his eighth birthday.” She looked at her husband with tears in her eyes. “Will he be able to talk by then?”

  I couldn’t answer her question without lying
, so told the truth. “I don’t know, Mrs. Peterson. I wish I could tell you what you want to hear, I truly do. The most you can do right now is stay hopeful and positive.” My eyes went to the door as Lisa, the charge nurse, came in to check on our patient. “Your son is in excellent hands with Lisa now. She’s an excellent nurse, and will be able to answer many of your questions if you have any more concerns.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Dawson.” Lisa went to check the monitors, and Lucas’ parents went straight to her to ask more questions.

  My tired and aching feet carried me all the way out of the ICU and straight to the doctor’s lounge. It was usually a great place for us to catch a quick nap now and then.

  I knew a nap wouldn’t be enough for me, but I had to catch a few z’s before driving home. If I didn’t, I might be the next person rushed into this hospital from an auto accident. I tried extremely hard not to be the one spending time under someone’s knife.

  Just as I stepped through the door to the doctor’s lounge, my cell rang. Pulling it out of the pocket of my scrubs, I saw a number I didn’t recognize, but answered it anyway. “Dr. Arslan Dawson here.”

  “Arslan, it’s me, Samantha Stone.” She hesitated, then burst into sobs. “Oh hell. Talk to Gerald.”

  The Stones were family friends from way back. Our families had spent the summers together in my family’s summer home in the Hamptons. Hearing Samantha so distraught had my hairs standing on end. “What’s happened?”

  “It’s Langston, Arrie,” Gerald answered me. “He’s been in an accident here in Seattle. I know you’re in Minnesota, and I know this is asking too much, but damn it, we don’t trust anyone but you. They say he might not make it, Arrie. A semitruck hit him on the freeway. He’s unrecognizable, and they say he’s suffered extensive brain injuries.”

  “I’ll be there.” No way in hell would I leave one of my best friends in anyone else’s hands—no matter how long it’d been since I’d seen him. “Is he at the Seattle Medical Center?” Normally I would have been rocked by the news, but I was operating on autopilot and went straight into professional mode.

  “No.” Gerald choked up for a moment, unable to get any more information out.

  “It’s okay, Gerald. Take a few breaths,” I coached him. “Langston needs all of us to stay calm right now. Calm minds make better decisions. If he’s not at that hospital, then where is he?”

  “It’s a new hospital. Young doctors,” he told me, making me a bit uneasy. “It’s called Saint Christopher’s General Hospital. They can’t move him. I’ve already asked if he can be taken by helicopter to your hospital. They told me he’s in no condition to move at all.”

  Taking off toward the parking garage, I knew sleep would have to wait a bit longer. “It’ll take me about five hours to get to Seattle. I’ll see you as soon as I can get there.”

  “Are you sure they’ll let you work on him here?” Gerald asked me, worry threading through his voice.

  “I’ll get my assistant on that right away.” I didn’t want them to worry about anything else. “I’ll see you soon. You tell Langston to hang on, I’m coming, and I’ll do everything I can to keep him with us.”

  Never had I been so happy to have a private jet at my disposal. Making the call to my pilot, telling him to meet me at the airport, I then called my assistant to start taking care of getting me privileges at the new hospital.

  Once I was in the plane and finally able to lie back and rest, I thought about Langston—or Lannie, as I’d called him growing up. I thought back to one of the memories that always stuck in my head whenever I thought of him.

  He and I were kids, swinging on the rope that went out over the cool water of our pond in the back of our estate.

  Splashing down first, he looked over to me. “Come on, Arrie!”

  It was my first time using the rope swing, and it was proving scarier than I thought it would. “I’m not sure. It’s pretty high.”

  “Chicken!” he shouted. “Come on, big baby! Bock, bock.”

  His teasing helped me build my courage, and I held tight to that rope as I backed up slowly. I stopped, closed my eyes, then ran forward as fast as I could—wanting it all to be over.

  As I felt my feet leave the ground, I felt the air flow all around me. Letting the rope go, I yelled with joy as I began to fall through the sky, landing in the cool water with an enormous splash.

  When I came to the surface, I laughed. “You’re right. It is fun. Let’s do it again.”

  Lannie always pushed me until I’d tried everything he had—good or bad. Including that one time we got stoned behind the garage—it was fun until old man Dempsey, who took care of the cars, found us and threatened to tell our parents if we ever did anything like that again.

  We’d gotten into so much mischief together—and had had the time of our lives doing so.

  The thought of never seeing my old friend again made ice form in my chest. I had to help him. I had to try my hardest to bring him back.

  With thoughts of Lannie still filling my head, I finally drifted off to sleep. I woke to the steward, Daniel, shaking me awake. “We’re here, Dr. Dawson.”

  “Huh?” I rubbed my eyes with the backs of my hands. “Where?”

  “Seattle, sir.” He stepped back and pointed out the window near my head. “You were out cold for a while there.” He gestured to the scrubs I still wore. “It’s been a rough day, hasn’t it?”

  “Pretty damn rough.” Getting out of my seat, I went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth.

  My reflection in the mirror showed me that I needed to take a moment to shave. I looked like hell.

  The steward led me off the jet after I’d changed clothes and cleaned up. “You look much better, Dr. Dawson. Good thing you keep extra clothes on the jet, huh?”

  “Very good thing.” My early days as a Boy Scout had served me well—I was always prepared. Or I was as often as my hectic medical career allowed. “Did you call me a car?”

  “I did.” Veering through the crowded airport, he led me to the exit and then to the car he’d called for me. “This is Henry. He’ll take you to Saint Christopher’s Hospital.”

  The driver nodded as he opened the back door of the town car. “Dr. Dawson, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m sorry it’s under such unfortunate circumstances. Daniel told me about your friend.”

  “It’s good to meet you too.” Sliding into the backseat, I asked, “Will you be able to drive me around for the duration of my time here? I’ll pay you twice what you’re making now.”

  “Consider me your driver, Dr. Dawson.” With a smile, he closed the door then went to the driver’s side and got in.

  “Do you also think you can tell me the best hotel closest to the hospital?” I’d always found that drivers—be they cab drivers or private chauffeurs—had the best recommendations.

  “I can do ya one better, actually,” he said jovially as he pulled away from the curb. “My niece works at one of the best in that area. I’ll get her to reserve a suite for you. Something nice on the top floor. Would that be okay?”

  “That would be beyond okay, Henry. That would be perfect.” Finding someone reliable so quickly seemed like a gift from above. “I promise to make your help worth it.”

  I wasted no time in proving my words once he pulled up in front of Saint Christopher’s and held the door open for me. “Here you are, Dr. Dawson.”

  Shaking his hand, I slipped a few hundred dollars into it. “Really, thanks, Henry. I appreciate this.”

  Nodding, he slipped the money into his pants pocket. “I’ll be waiting in the parking area, sir.” He handed me his business card. “If you’ll shoot me a text before you come out, I’ll meet you at whatever entrance you need me to.”

  Looking over my shoulder as I hurried to get inside, I shouted, “You’re a dream come true, Henry!”

  Knowing I had nothing to worry about in that department was a huge relief—it was one less thing to wo
rry about. As I headed inside, I found the waiting room void of any waiting patients, which could be good or bad. “Hi, I’m Dr. Arslan Dawson. My assistant …”

  I didn’t get to finish as the nurse jumped up from the desk. “Good! I’ve got everything here.” She handed me a badge on a lanyard with my picture and name already on it. “Your assistant sent me everything over the computer. You’re ready to go, Doctor.” Coming around, she opened the door to allow me to go back. “Mr. Stone is being kept comfortable and is stable so far. The trauma surgeon took him straight to the OR, but Mr. Stone’s parents arrived and stopped everything. They said no one but you can cut into their son. They’re feisty about it, too.”

  “Yes, I’ve known them forever.” The hospital seemed clean, and that gave me a good feeling. “How new is this place?”

  “Two years.” She stopped and looked at me. “Doctor, we have great people here at Saint Christopher’s. I know you’re from the Mayo Clinic, and that you’re one of the top neurosurgeons in the country. It will be an honor for the trauma surgeon and our cardiologist to work with you. They’re both extremely gifted, sir. Your friend will need more than just his brain treated, and they’re eager to work with you to get him better.”

  “The Stones have kept everyone at bay?” I knew they were obstinate, but had no idea they’d go that far.

  Nodding, she took off walking again. “Yes, sir.”

  “Have the other doctors meet me in the scrub room, will you?” Lannie’s parents might not have understood that I’d need help, but I did.

  “Here we are,” she said as she gestured to the scrub-room door. “We have scrubs here you can use. I’ll have the other doctors meet you here, and they’ll take you to the OR. Good luck, Dr. Dawson.”

  Luck? I didn’t need luck. I needed skilled surgeons that could help me save my friend’s life. I could only pray that I got them.

  Chapter 2

  Reagan

  I was sitting in the living room, watching cartoons with my five-year-old son, Skye, when my cell finally lit up. “Is he there?”