Chris

ClaireWhoever said November 1st was too early to put up a Christmas tree, obviously never had the kind of year I’ve had.I just wanted to spark a little joy in my life. Is that so bad?Maybe not, if I had at least asked for help. Instead, my stubbornness sends me straight to the emergency room.And then the operating room.I might regret ever getting out that dang Christmas tree...If the surgeon wasn’t the hot guy whose son I used to babysit.I’m all grown up now—but is that what he sees when he looks at me, or am I still just a kid in his eyes?ChrisAfter serving eight years as a field surgeon for the army, I’m finally back home in Starlight, Montana.I shouldn’t be surprised to see a familiar face or two.But when Claire Hart shows up in the ER, for a moment I’m struck dumb.She’s the kid who used to babysit my son Dillon.Except she’s not a kid anymore.She’s a beautiful woman, charming, sweet, and curvy as sin.Without her help and dedication all those years ago, I couldn’t have finished my residency.I’d love to find a way to show her I’m eternally grateful. Like give her my heart—if she’ll have it.