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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 heaven’s sake , he thought
darkly, scrawling orders for one of the seven patients he’d admitted that evening,just put the charts
back in their rows, you guys. Don’t play keep-away with them.

“What’s going on in there?”Shari , one of the RN floats, asked without looking up from restocking the
meds cabinet.

“The guys have too much time on their hands,” Jared said, writing NO NARCOTICS!!!!!!! in Mrs.
O’Leary’s chart and underlining it twice. Mrs. O’Leary (“Like the lady with the cow, honey.”) 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. O’Leary thought drug addicts were
smelly street people, not grande dames of society who contributed five figures to charity every year.

“Can’t blame them for horsing around. Third shift can be a snoozer.” He glanced at his watch—three in
the morning, groan—and swallowed a yawn.

“Maybe we should threaten to sic the A.A. on them,”Shari joked.

Jared snorted. He didn’t 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.’s activities
for almost a decade.
 “At least the clerks aren’t pulling this crap during first shift,”Shari 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