{"id":2314,"date":"2020-04-21T21:01:49","date_gmt":"2020-04-22T04:01:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=2314"},"modified":"2020-04-21T07:11:39","modified_gmt":"2020-04-21T14:11:39","slug":"more-magic-mfrwhooks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2020\/04\/21\/more-magic-mfrwhooks\/","title":{"rendered":"More magic! #MFRWHooks"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Your<\/a>Blurb:<\/strong>
\nYour Desire.<\/strong><\/em> Two stories about a mysterious shop that appears for one reason: to bring a special person the thrill of love and the spice of passion. Magic reveals the hidden, usually surprising, desires of the heart. Then the store fades from sight and memory, only to reappear somewhere else. Maybe in your town\u2026.<\/p>\n

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\"MFRWExcerpt:<\/strong>
\n\u201cHere comes Allison now. We\u2019ll ask her.\u201d His voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the ER. She slipped through the opening to see Frank sitting on the edge of the bed. Walter Neeley, the ophthalmologist, stood in front of him. Mike stood apart, his arms crossed over the metal cover of the hospital chart held tightly against his chest. His face was serious but a look of mischievous glee colored his eyes as he observed the verbal sparring between the two men. Beside him stood Richard Matthews, head of neurology, who nodded a greeting to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cAsk Allison what?\u201d She knew she\u2019d have to referee something, based on the bull-headed expressions of both doctor and patient. Frank and Walt had already turned toward the opening in the curtains when she slipped in. This damn noisy<\/em> dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to hold Mr. Hughes overnight. He refuses. Says he\u2019ll be all right at your house.\u201d Walt Neeley arched a brow at her. \u201cAs he\u2019s your friend, perhaps you can convince him that it\u2019s in his own best interests to be admitted for the night.\u201d<\/p>\n

Unconsciously, she moved to stand beside Frank, touching his hand to let him know she was there. His head followed her every movement. \u201cActually he\u2019s not my fr\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell him there\u2019s no need for me to remain here overnight, Allison. If he\u2019d give me something for this damn headache, I\u2019d be fine. Well, if I could see, that is.\u201d He practically growled out the last.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey can\u2019t give you anything that will make you sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it hurts like hell.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, but buck up,\u201d she stage-whispered.<\/p>\n

He snorted and turned away.<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, Frank,\u201d she stated in her most persuasive tone, \u201cit is in your best interest to stay here. If anything should happen, the staff and equipment you need will be here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Damn it! She couldn\u2019t take him home. Besides the obvious medical risks, there was the unsettled feeling she experienced around him. It was unreasonable, but there, nonetheless. Why wouldn\u2019t the obstinate man allow them to admit him so she could go home alone to her safe and ordered life.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Hughes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frank turned his head, his recalcitrant expression carved in stone.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t seem to realize the seriousness of your condition. You have a contusion, and as Nurse Hayes suggested, that\u2019s bad enough. But if the swelling of your brain worsens during the night, you\u2019ll need care she can\u2019t give you at home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frank seemed to consider this. \u201cDr. Matthews, is it?\u201d He asked but continued without waiting for confirmation. \u201cI think I do understand the seriousness of my condition. If you and the staff here haven\u2019t explained it thoroughly enough, my own doctor, after examining the test results you sent, has told me plainly that I\u2019m a jackass if I leave here tonight. However, he\u2019s well aware of my nature and knows I\u2019m a man used to taking judicious risks. I trust Ms. Hayes. She\u2019s a well-trained nurse, is she not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis has nothing to do with Allison\u2019s capabilities,\u201d spit out Walt Neeley.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis has to do with your welfare and the liability of the hospital if you leave and something happens.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed, knowing the men could butt heads all night without resolution. \u201cWhat about the blindness?\u201d<\/p>\n

Walt spoke. \u201cAs far as we can tell, the problem is trauma-induced and will resolve itself when the swelling goes down. Tonight he\u2019ll have to be checked every two hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAllison will do that.\u201d Frank didn\u2019t give the slightest intimation that she might say no.<\/p>\n

She looked at him, really<\/em> looked at him. He acted the tyrant, totally commanding, used to having every whim fulfilled and order followed without question. But there was an odd hesitance under it all. She\u2019d noticed the characteristic earlier, too, when they were making their way out of the pasture. Discomfort, almost fear.<\/p>\n

His hands fisted on his legs, his brows puckered ever so slightly in worry. Other than those tells, no one would know he wasn\u2019t the controlling force he pretended to be. Maybe only she saw he had the false bravado of a man used to being in charge, suddenly finding himself at the mercy of fate. If so, she might not understand his attitude but she wouldn\u2019t betray him.<\/p>\n

She tried one more approach. \u201cWhat if I stayed with you? I\u2019d be here each time the nurse woke you up.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shook his head. \u201cIf you won\u2019t take me home I\u2019ll call my assistant. He\u2019ll come down immediately and we\u2019ll drive back to DC tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Walt Neeley threw his hands up and snorted in disbelief. Frank\u2019s lips turned up in a tiny smile, probably secure in the knowledge that he\u2019d presented an alternative worse than going home with her.<\/p>\n

Mike gave a one-shouldered shrug when she glanced at him. \u201cI strongly advise he be admitted.\u201d Frank opened his mouth to speak, but Mike cut him off. \u201cIf he insists on going, we can\u2019t stop him. You\u2019re one of the people I\u2019d entrust him to. If you want him, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n

All four men waited to hear her judgment. \u201cI suppose he could sleep on the sofa in the office. I wouldn\u2019t want him climbing the stairs.\u201d She spoke out loud, but more to herself, reasoning what to do. \u201cI can get him back here very quickly if need be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood.\u201d Frank spoke as though her decision had been a foregone conclusion all along. His hands relaxed on his thighs.<\/p>\n

Dr. Matthews slid by on his way out of the cubicle. \u201cYou\u2019ll have to sign an AMA form. That\u2019s Against Medical Advice.\u201d He turned to look sternly at Frank then at her. \u201cI wish you\u2019d reconsider, Mr. Hughes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI appreciate your advice, Doctor, but get the form, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll see to the rest of the paperwork so you can get home,\u201d Mike said. He threw Allison a worried look before following the neurologist out of the cubicle.<\/p>\n

Walt lounged against the wall, arms crossed, staring at her. \u201cI assume you know who this is, Allison? If anything happens with someone of his position, I\u2019d hate to think what the repercussions might be.\u201d He studied her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had no idea you were friends with\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe doesn\u2019t need you telling her about her friends, Doctor. And I\u2019d appreciate your restraint when it comes to the rest of the staff. No one needs to know what I do since it has no bearing on why I\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh!\u201d Walt pushed himself away from the wall. \u201cCall if you need help tonight, Allison. And I hope you make sure he pays for the fence, and your hospitality,\u201d he advised before leaving.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it with you people and fences?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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