Melting the M.D.

Melting the M.D.
Tanya Michaels

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Contents

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Copyright

Chapter One

“Thank heavens you’re here!” Lucy swung open the door to Meg Nichols’s room at the bed-and-breakfast. “You’ll fix everything.”

Until now, Meg had only heard statements like that while standing next to her sister, Brooke, who was the reliable problem-solver in the otherwise unpredictable Nichols family.

But ever since Meg had become the godmother to her newborn niece, she’d vowed to become more responsible, more focused. After too many impulsive decisions and failed jobs, Lucy’s wedding this weekend in the picturesque Texas Hill Country would help establish Meg as a career woman and prove she was a capable wedding planner.

Meg gave the bride-to-be a reassuring smile. “Do you want to talk in here or downstairs? Mrs. Hoffman is brewing tea.”

“I can’t go down there! You just checked in, so you don’t know how seriously Mrs. H. takes her duty to feed her guests—or how amazing her brownies are. At the rate I’m stress-eating, I won’t be able to zip up my gown on Saturday. I wish I was built more like you.”

The two women were complete opposites. Tall, curvy Lucy had blue eyes and elegantly bobbed dark hair. Meg was short and slender with brown eyes and long, blond waves.

“But you’re stunning!” Meg sat on the edge of the queen-size bed while Lucy paced. “And Grant loves you exactly as you are.”

The brunette momentarily brightened, then scowled again. “Maybe Grant and I should have eloped.”

“My parents eloped.” Within seventy-two hours of meeting each other. “They’ve regretted not having the ceremony with family and friends many times.” That was true, Everett and Didi Nichols often argued about their elopement, but then, the passionate couple were always arguing about something. Except for when they were just as passionately reconciling.

After growing up in such a tumultuous household, Meg had never been able to picture herself getting married. She’d been in love once, but she’d bolted when he started talking about spending the rest of their lives together.

Lucy sighed. “I do want the wedding, just not the stress. My mother is driving me insane! I’m so unhinged that I yelled at Kyra.”

“You’re kidding.” In all the times Meg had seen Lucy with her maid of honor, the two women had gotten along perfectly.

“I was just so appalled at what she’d done! Kyra went to a spray tan place so she’d have more ‘color’ for the wedding pictures.” Lucy shuddered. “She is now a very unnatural shade of orange…”

“That bad?”

“Don’t look directly at her if you value your eyesight. I don’t know why she was worried about being a little pale. We just had the coldest January Texas has seen in years. We’re all pale! But at least she’s here, which is more than I can say for the best man. He called from Colorado yesterday to say he couldn’t make it.”

“Weather problems?” After the snow and ice that had hit several states this week, the extensive flight cancellations had been in the news. Meg was glad most of Lucy’s guests only had to drive from Houston.

“No, he was skiing and broke his leg showing off for a woman. I swear, he hasn’t matured since he and Grant lived in the fraternity house together. Luckily Grant’s cousin agreed to fill in as his best man,” Lucy said. “The cousin got here this morning but he hadn’t planned on wearing a tux, so we need someone to take him for a fitting. Grant and I have that couples’ spa appointment, and—”

“You go relax. I’ll get the guy to his fitting.”

Lucy flashed a grateful smile. “Maybe this best man switch will turn out to be a blessing. Grant’s cousin is much less likely to lose the rings or do something outrageous at the bachelor party. But the man’s so somber! Not the kind of guy I pictured standing with us on the happiest day of our lives.”

A knock interrupted Lucy. “That should be them now.” She opened the door and greeted her fiancé with a kiss. Then she moved aside to introduce the other man. “Meg, this is—”

“Scott?” Meg’s pulse raced, her heartbeat so loud it drowned out Lucy’s voice.

Dr. Scott Creighton was as devastatingly attractive as he’d always been, but there was a somberness in his eyes and face now, just as Lucy had described. When they’d first met three and a half years ago, Scott had been a playful hospital intern.

Though he’d been all serious intensity the night he’d told her point-blank that he planned to marry her. And she’d run the next morning.

Chapter Two

“You two know each other?” Lucy asked.

“Y-yes.” Meg bit her lip to keep from saying more. This weekend was critical to her future, and she needed to regain control of herself before she blurted something grossly unprofessional. “Or, we did. A few years ago.”

Scott leaned against the doorjamb, his hazel eyes unreadable. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

He certainly had. His burnished gold hair, just a couple of shades darker than hers, was cut a lot closer than it had been while they’d dated. And before, he’d always had a glint in his eye, a smile nearly boyish in its charm. Now he exuded raw masculinity.

“Meg has agreed to help with your tux.” Lucy scooped up her purse. “She’ll drive you to the fitting.”

For a fraction of a second, Scott’s eyes widened, but his voice remained even. “I don’t want to impose. I can take a cab.”

The women joined the men in the hallway as Grant reminded his cousin, “You’re not in the city. Taxis aren’t exactly lined up outside the B and B.”

Meg found her voice. “The rental place is on my way—I have to run into town to see the florist.” The reminder of her duties as wedding coordinator steadied her. She sounded competent again when she told Lucy, “You and Grant enjoy the spa. And I’ll come up with something to occupy your mother later to keep her away from you. As for your orange maid of honor, text her a reminder to exfoliate and I’ll see if Mrs. Hoffman can whip up some kind of lemon-juice solution.”

The bride-to-be exhaled. “I can’t imagine my wedding day without you, Meg.”

“Funny.” Scott lowered his voice as the happy couple descended the stairs toward the coatrack. “There was a time when I would’ve said the same thing.”

Scott sat rigidly in the passenger seat, reminding himself that he was a doctor. He had mastered clinical detachment. No way in hell would he give in to the maelstrom of emotions churning inside him.

Meg cleared her throat. “About what you said on the staircase—”

“Forget it. That was just the surprise talking.”

When Grant had said they were meeting Lucy “and Meg,” Scott hadn’t thought anything of it. Meg was a common enough name…and could there be a less likely wedding coordinator than Meg Nichols? The way he remembered it, the mere mention of marriage had sent her fleeing to the nearest exit. Or maybe it was just the idea of marriage to him.

They’d met at an upscale bakery around the corner from the hospital. Meg had worked there as a pastry chef. When she’d dumped Scott—in a letter, for crying out loud—she’d almost cured his lifelong sweet tooth. To this day, he couldn’t breathe in the scent of chocolate without missing her. Which annoyed the hell out of him.

“So, uh, when did you get into town?” Meg asked, filling the strained silence.

“Drove my parents in last night. I let them borrow my car today to tour a historical museum on the other side of the county.” Otherwise, he’d have his own mode of transportation right now and wouldn’t be dependent on the only woman who’d ever broken his heart.

You’re over it, he reminded himself. Clinical detachment. That’s the ticket. He was determined not to let himself pine for someone who’d walked away without a backward glance.