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and animals, which, she decided, was actually quite nice.
    The door opened and a small boy stumbled in carrying a shaggy inert form. Tears streamed down the child’s face. Blood dripped from the animal, staining the boy’s shirt and jeans.
    Amy had survived a cat fight and Jacob Elliott’s bare chest, but she wasn’t up to a bloody animal. “Merciful heavens,” she whispered. She shouted “Dr. Elliott!” and fainted dead away.
    â€œAmy!”
    Lord, someone was yelling at her. There were bells ringing and gongs gonging, and she couldn’t seem to wake up. She struggled upward, through the murk of semiconsciousness, and finally blinked hereyes open. Her first sight was Jake, white as a sheet.
    â€œGoodness,” she said, “you look terrible.”
    He expelled a shaky breath and shook his head. “You scared the daylights out of me. Don’t you dare ever faint again.”
    â€œI fainted? I never faint.”
    â€œYeah. And you never drink, either. And you never lose control.”
    Amy supported herself on her elbows and gave him her most withering glare. “Are you laughing at me?”
    â€œMaybe a little. But only because you’re adorable. How do you feel?”
    â€œTotally humiliated.” Adorable, huh? She was in his office, on his floor. “Did you drag me in here?”
    â€œI carried you in. And it wasn’t easy; my legs were shaking so bad I could hardly walk.”
    Amy watched his eyes soften as he continued to gaze at her. Color was flooding back into his cheeks. He’d been worried about her, really worried. And now he looked…affectionate. Not passionate. Not relieved. Just affectionate. As if somewonderful treasure had been returned to him, and he was thoroughly enjoying this moment of reunion. She was afraid to admit how happy that made her.
    Suddenly she remembered. “That poor bloody animal, will it be all right?”
    â€œIt’s a dog. A cockapoo puppy that was hit by a car. Allen’s downstairs, preparing it for surgery. I should be down there helping him. Will you be okay now?”
    â€œI’m fine.”
    Jake paused at the door. “Don’t get up until you’re sure you’re ready.”
    Amy waved at him. I’m ready, she thought. Boy, am I ready. I’m ready to fall in love.
    She stood up slowly and placed a wobbly hand on his desk. Falling in love wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do right now. Her life was unstable, her emotions were unusually close to the surface, and besides…it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
    Falling in love was supposed to be a slow process. Falling in love came after a lot of dating. What she was experiencing herehad to be lust, and some sort of romantic infatuation with the modern-day equivalent to Sir Galahad.
    Jacob Elliott had rescued her. He’d assumed heroic proportions in her mind. Okay, his chest was great. That was it! The Superman syndrome. She was falling in love with a mythical Superman.
    She smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her shorts. Yes, she thought, she felt much better now that she had had this little talk with herself. Everything was crystal clear in her mind. Next time Jacob Elliott entered the room, she would be able to breathe normally. She would be able to speak in complete sentences. And she was not going to fall, or faint…or anything.

Chapter 3
    Amy closed her front door behind her and momentarily leaned against it, appreciating the peace and tranquillity of home. She’d survived teaching first grade and had thrived on the hectic pace of television, but she’d never encountered anything like Jacob Elliott’s veterinary clinic. It was a looney bin.
    After just a half day on the job, Amy had come to realize Jake never refused a patient. Consequently, he continually ran late, and his small waiting room was always packed to overflowing with howling dogs, frantic cats, and chattering humans. Actually,