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Thief of Hearts



MaryJanice Davidson




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CHAPTER ONE



Dr. Jared Dean hated being interrupted more than just about anything in the world. So he was annoyed
when he heard the crash of something falling over in the chart room.For heavenтАЩs sake , he thought
darkly, scrawling orders for one of the seven patients heтАЩd admitted that evening,just put the charts
back in their rows, you guys. DonтАЩt play keep-away with them.

тАЬWhatтАЩs going on in there?тАЭShari , one of the RN floats, asked without looking up from restocking the
meds cabinet.

тАЬThe guys have too much time on their hands,тАЭ Jared said, writing NO NARCOTICS!!!!!!! in Mrs.
OтАЩLearyтАЩs chart and underlining it twice. Mrs. OтАЩLeary (тАЬLike the lady with the cow, honey.тАЭ) was a
frequent visitor to the ER. To all the Emergency Rooms in the city, actually. She was in her late forties,
impeccably groomed, ridiculously rich and hopelessly hooked on Demerol. Jared had been trying to get
her into a drug treatment program for two years, to no avail. Mrs. OтАЩLeary thought drug addicts were
smelly street people, not grande dames of society who contributed five figures to charity every year.

тАЬCanтАЩt blame them for horsing around. Third shift can be a snoozer.тАЭ He glanced at his watchтАФthree in
the morning, groanтАФand swallowed a yawn.

тАЬMaybe we should threaten to sic the A.A. on them,тАЭShari joked.

Jared snorted. He didnтАЩt believe in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, a balanced federal budget, or vigilantes
who ran around at night righting wrongs. The newspapers had been whispering about the A.A.тАЩs activities
for almost a decade.
 тАЬAt least the clerks arenтАЩt pulling this crap during first shift,тАЭShari added, shoving a hank of her
strawberry-blonde hair out of her eyes.

Jared was about to answer her when there was a dull thump. The sharp crack of someone slamming
against the window brought him to his feet. He moved past an open-mouthedShari , headed for the chart