The pinched lines at the corner of Dr. Jon Farley’s mouth tightened even more as he berated the surgical nurse. “Do I have to do your job and mine too?” he snapped. The charismatic Jon Farley was dead, as dead as his only love...his precious Meg. Now there was only a shell of a man filled with anger and regret. He’d become a tyrant and the nurses were refusing to assist him, demanding he seek professional help for his grief. Having no choice, he agrees to see the hospital psychologist. To make matters worse, the psychologist is a woman. A beautiful woman with a mass of glorious red curls. A woman who loves wearing bright color combinations that clash with her hair. A woman that can see into his broken heart ...a heart that no longer whispers love.
