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  Could a temporary arrival...

  Lead to a forever mommy?

  In this Single Dad Docs story, Maple Island Clinic founder Dr. Cody Brennan is committed to protecting himself and his two little girls from any more heartbreak. But vibrant temp nurse Stacey Ryder challenges him and their emotional connection slips past his defenses. As Stacey’s time at the clinic draws to an end, can Cody and his daughters convince her she’s the one they’ve been waiting for?

  Single Dad Docs

  Finding their forever family!

  Alex Kirkland and Cody Brennan are both dedicated doctors and doting single dads! So setting up their own prestigious clinic, with built-in childcare, seems like the perfect solution. And when the Maple Island Clinic opens its doors, they’re joined by two more gorgeous single-dad docs.

  Juggling patients and parenthood doesn’t leave much room for romance, until they meet the four women who are about to capture their hearts and make their families complete!

  Find out more in

  Tempted by Her Single Dad Boss by Annie O’Neil

  Resisting Her English Doc by Annie Claydon

  The Single Dad’s Proposal by Karin Baine

  Nurse to Forever Mom by Susan Carlisle

  All available now!

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoy reading Stacey and Cody’s love story as much as I liked writing it. Sometimes a person can be so beaten by life he or she becomes too scared to open up and try to find happiness again. That is just what has happened to Stacey and Cody.

  Just a special note about this book: I want to thank Annie O’Neil, Annie Claydon and Karin Baine for being such great partners in our Single Dad Docs continuity. The experience of creating Maple Island with them has been a fun and rewarding one. I believe it shows in our stories.

  I hope you enjoy!

  Susan

  Nurse to Forever Mom

  Susan Carlisle

  Books by Susan Carlisle

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  Christmas in Manhattan

  Christmas with the Best Man

  Summer Brides

  White Wedding for a Southern Belle

  Midwives On-Call

  His Best Friend’s Baby

  Heart of Mississippi

  The Maverick Who Ruled Her Heart

  The Doctor Who Made Her Love Again

  The Doctor’s Redemption

  One Night Before Christmas

  Married for the Boss’s Baby

  The Doctor’s Sleigh Bell Proposal

  The Surgeon’s Cinderella

  Stolen Kisses with Her Boss

  Redeeming the Rebel Doc

  The Brooding Surgeon’s Baby Bombshell

  A Daddy Sent by Santa

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  To Anna, the niece who is so much like me. I love you.

  Praise for Susan Carlisle

  “The Doctor’s Sleigh Bell Proposal is exciting and the story keeps you involved from the very first page...with snappy dialogue and tender, sweet and exciting moments. Highly recommended for all readers of romance.”

  —Goodreads

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM HEART SURGEON, PRINCE...HUSBAND! BY KATE HARDY

  CHAPTER ONE

  “LIZZY, HONEY. STAY STILL.” Dr. Cody Brennan squatted on his heels in the hallway in front of the day-care suite to re-tie his daughter’s hair-bow. He couldn’t keep his frustration out of his voice as he fumbled at forming a loop with the slick ribbon. Suturing he’d learned in medical school, not securing bows.

  “Dadd-yyy, it has to be right,” Lizzy’s whine echoed off the hallway built of glass.

  “Hey, mind if I give it a try?” a sweet-sounding feminine voice beside him asked.

  Cody looked over his shoulder. Two large, sympathetic green eyes with thick dark lashes met his gaze.

  “Dadd-yyy,” Lizzy moaned.

  Not giving him a choice, the woman moved in close. A hint of peach tickled his nose as she tugged the ribbon from his hand, hers brushing over his. With a quick side step he moved aside, giving her better access to Lizzy’s ponytail.

  As if by magic Lizzy went statue still and the woman in a deft twirl of fingers secured the bow.

  “There you go,” she announced with such fanfare that she might have been giving Lizzy an award.

  “Thanks,” he muttered.

  Lizzy pulled on his hand. “Let’s go, Daddy.”

  “You need to tell the lady thank you first.” He used his stern father voice.

  “Thank you.” Lizzy obeyed with uncharacteristic shyness.

  “No problem.” The woman smiled.

  The beautiful upturn of her mouth captivated him. Her full lips surrounded white straight teeth, creating a unique sunbeam that pulled him toward her, making him feel good. A sensation he’d not experienced in a long time.

  Lizzy tugged on his hand again. Seeing she had regained his attention, she towed him into day care. When he walked out a few minutes later he looked for the woman. There was no one in sight. She’d been wearing a knit top and jeans, so she must be making an early morning patient visit. Why she had grabbed his attention so, he couldn’t fathom.

  He’d been off women for what seemed like ages now and that suited him fine. After the years of anguish and constant distress his ex-wife Rachael had put them through, his children and he had finally found contentment. Throughout his life he had admired his parents’ marriage.

  He’d always wanted one like theirs but that dream had been destroyed by the reality of a wife struggling with a drug addiction. Supporting her and raising two small children while at the same time completing his medical training had made him want to find a simpler life. Moving to Maple Island had given him that. It had taken years but he now had the peace he’d hoped for and the ability to give his girls the attention and security they deserved. Bringing someone into their world would only disrupt what he had so carefully built.

  After a car accident, his ex-wife had become hooked on painkillers. He seen the signs, had done everything he could think of to try to help Rachael. She had gone in and out of rehabilitation but nothing had seemed to work. Life had become a round of clinics, counseling, begging and shouting. After finding one of his prescription pads missing, he’d known the crisis Rachael had created had to end. He’d finally accepted defeat. Their marriage was over. He had the girls to consider. Unable to save Rachael, he had to think of Jean and Lizzy and his own sanity.

  He’d filed for divorce and full custody. With years’ worth of documentation against Rachael, her parental rights had been permanently revoked. Being a solitary parent and a surgeon with a demanding job hadn’t been part of his life plan, yet here he was.

  Soon after the custody trial he’d met Alex and the answer to his problem had been born. Every day he was grateful for that serendipitous bar conversation he’d had with Dr. Alex Kirkland about the perils and the pitfalls of solo parenting. During their mutual comm
iseration, the dream of a first-class, cutting-edge clinic with an equally state-of-the-art day care for employees was created. Faster than Cody had imagined, he’d become Alex’s partner and co-founder of the Maple Island Clinic off the coast of Massachusetts.

  The day care had been a lifesaver, but Cody’s problem this morning had been that children were supposed to show up already dressed for the day and in his five-year-old daughter’s mind that included a properly tied hair-bow. Lizzy didn’t consider herself dressed without a ribbon in her hair.

  Like this morning, Cody sometimes worried he might not be enough for Jean and Lizzy. He often felt they needed that special attention that only a woman could provide. He shoved that thought away, his teeth clenching from the force of his resolve. He couldn’t risk a repeat of the hell Rachael had put them through. What if he chose wrong again?

  Enough of those thoughts. He didn’t have time to review ugly memories. Besides being a single parent, as an orthopedic surgeon specializing in knees and legs, he had a busy clinic and a full surgery schedule this Monday morning to occupy his mind. Some attractive woman visiting a patient shouldn’t even be a concern.

  Heading down the hall, he soon entered his office and habitually checked the time. He could complete some paperwork and make a couple of phone calls before he was needed in the OR.

  * * *

  An hour later, dressed in green scrubs and matching surgical gown with mask in place, he pushed through the OR doors. He had a meniscus repair to perform. It always troubled him that he was intelligent enough to do such delicate surgery but he still hadn’t been able to save Rachael.

  His team was waiting for him. The patient was on the table with his left knee surrounded by blue sterile drapes.

  Cody looked at Mark, the anesthesiologist.

  “All set,” Mark confirmed, without being asked.

  “Everyone ready?” Cody glanced around the table.

  All eyes focused on him then a feminine voice from across the patient said, “Yes.”

  His scrutiny fell on her. Dressed in the same surgical garb as he, all he could see of her was her enthralling green eyes. They were familiar but he didn’t know why. “And you are?”

  “Stacey Ryder, your new clinical nurse specialist. I thought I’d stand in today and see your technique. It makes it easier to sound confident in front of the family when I’ve seen the doctor in action.”

  Normally Cody would have met his replacement nurse before she started. Instead he had trusted the personnel department to handle it. His regular nurse would be out for a month, taking care of her aging mother after a surgery. He had just vetted this new one on paper, seeing she came with the highest recommendations. However, her straightforward approach hadn’t been noted.

  There were suppressed murmurs behind the masks of his team members. Were they as shocked by her boldness as he? As a rule, the people he worked with didn’t use such an imperious tone with him.

  Cody caught and held her attention. “You’re welcome to stay but don’t get in the way.”

  “Understood, Doctor.”

  Giving her a curt nod, he crisply announced, “Let’s get this tennis player back on the court.”

  “Yes, sir,” Stacey Ryder quipped with a note of humor in her voice as if she had given him a mental salute. He narrowed his eyes. She didn’t blink.

  Dismissing her, Cody looked at the knee, making sure it was the one he’d written his initials on. The patient’s leg already had a tourniquet in place and was secured to the table in a padded leg holder. Cody made a small incision to prepare for the diagnostic camera that would give him a view of the joint. He located the damaged meniscus and probed it with a tiny metal hook.

  “This is going to be a pretty extensive repair. I hope no one has early lunch plans. Shaver.”

  The surgical nurse handed the instrument to him. He trimmed the edges of the tear. “This isn’t going to be enough.”

  “Why not?” his new clinical nurse asked.

  “Because I’m not pleased with the blood flow.”

  She looked at him. “So, what’re you going to do?”

  He glared back at her. “Ms. Ryder, I don’t usually teach procedure during my operations.”

  “I’m sure you don’t but I’d like to know enough to help the families understand and also save you time when you talk to them.”

  Cody couldn’t fault her logic. “I’m going to make the lining bleed and then suture it together. First I need to make another incision to work through to do that.” As he did so, blood oozed into the field, making his visibility poor. Without him having to ask, Stacey used already prepared gauzes on forceps to wipe it away.

  “We need to get that under control before I continue,” he stated. “I’m ready to suture.”

  His surgical nurse handed him the equipment required.

  “Nurse Ryder, I need you to keep the area clear while I work.”

  “Yes, sir.” She replaced the gauze and dabbed the area.

  Cody watched. “Good.” He worked the thread into a neat stitch.

  “Doctor, since you seem to have improved your tying skills since this morning, I’m going to speak to the family now. They must be anxious.”

  Cody frowned at her. Her eyes snapped with humor. That second he realized why he recognized those eyes. She was referring to his inability to tie Lizzy’s bow. They would have a talk about her OR decorum later. His voice tight with disapproval, he said, “Please tell the family I’ll be out to see them in soon.”

  “Yes, sir.” She quietly left.

  For some reason the room suddenly felt cooler.

  * * *

  Stacey was still sitting with the family when Dr. Brennan strolled into the waiting room with a smile on his face. She had to admit it was a nice one. For a while there, she hadn’t been sure if he knew how to form one. It was so congenial she was sure if he turned it on her, her stomach would flutter. Stacey wrinkled her nose. Why would she think that?

  Had she overstepped in the OR when she’d teased him about “tying” his stitches? By the steely look in his eye she might well have. Sometimes her humor was misplaced. She was so used to working in laid-back, often difficult conditions where levity was required. This wasn’t one of those situations. In fact, this was the nicest, most upscale medical facility she’d ever been in.

  When the director of the World Travel Nursing Agency had told her about her next assignment, she’d shared with Stacey information about the fabulous care given at the Maple Island Clinic. It turned out it was true, right down to the beautiful island and the top-notch physicians.

  Dr. Brennan certainly knew his stuff. She’d seen enough good and bad surgeries on her journeys to recognize a surgeon with exceptional skills. Not just the abilities acquired through training and experience, but that special touch inherent in someone devoted to his patients’ welfare. Did that quality extend to other areas of his life?

  He’d been great with his daughter, despite his charming ineptness with her bow. It probably came more from being in a hurry rather than incompetence. Something about Dr. Brennan’s manner made her believe he worked hard at being confident and competent in every aspect of his life. She also had the idea he was driven to keep any weakness or flaws well concealed.

  “Here’s Dr. Brennan now,” Stacey said to the middle-aged mother of their patient seated beside her. Releasing her hand, Stacey stood. “I’m sure he can tell you more.”

  Dr. Brennan had pulled a long white lab coat over his scrubs. His thick chestnut hair was still mussed from removing his surgical cap. She guessed he’d only run a hand through it because a lock hung over his forehead. The effect gave him a less polished look than he’d had that morning in front of the day care. Deciding she liked this version better, Stacey stepped out of his way.

  He sat on the edge of the chair she had vacated and turned to the mother. �
��Your son’s doing very well and is in Recovery right now. He’ll be in some pain, but I promise we’re handling it. You’ll be able to see him in about an hour.”

  “Oh, Dr. Brennan. Thank you for taking care of him. Do you think this’ll get him back on the tennis court?”

  He nodded. “I have complete confidence it will. Now, why don’t you go get something to eat and meet him in his room?” He turned to Stacey. “Nurse, would you please direct his family to the room where Mr. Washington will be?”

  Stacey wasn’t sure where that would be, but she’d find out somehow. She wasn’t about to make her ignorance of that detail obvious to him so she answered with confidence. “I’ll be glad to.”

  His attention returned to Mrs. Washington and he placed a hand on her shoulder. “If you need anything, will you let me or Nurse—”

  “Please make it Stacey.” She looked at the woman with warmth before giving Dr. Brennan a pointed stare.

  A thin smile curved his lips and he nodded once before leaving the way he’d come.

  Stacey settled the Washington family in the patient’s room before returning to the waiting room to speak to the family of Dr. Brennan’s next surgery patient. When she checked in with him during surgery he gave her a brief, concise pronouncement that the patient was doing as expected. She left with a “Thank you, Doctor.” Again, she was with the family when he came in to speak to them.

  Finished he stood, stepped away from the group and said, “Stacey, may I speak to you a moment?”

  A shiver of uncertainty went through her. Yep, she’d overstepped. “Yes, sir.”

  In the hall, he slowed long enough to say, “I’ll be doing rounds in thirty minutes. Meet me at my office in ten. Do you know where that is?”

  “I’ll find it.”

  He nodded. She was quickly learning it was his signature acknowledgment.

  Stacey made sure she was a minute early when she knocked on his door.