Amethyst
By Emily Mims
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CAN’T GET HER...
Deke Gregory has a type – petite, feminine, pliable. His ex-wife was his ideal, but she wasn’t his, obviously. Faced with the realities of joint custody and a family “village” raising his son, Deke sets out to find a woman who ticks all his boxes and thinks he walks on water. Enter Doctor Taylor De Witt: tall, strong, willful, opinionated, and too busy to be bothered with soothing his rough edges. Imagine his surprise when he falls for her – hard.
OUT OF HIS HEART
Taylor De Witt knew she would be a heart surgeon since college. Now a single mother with a schedule that requires roller blades, she has little time for her family, never mind a social life. When she meets Deke Gregory she thinks he’s a Neanderthal – yummy, but from a different era. Little does she know what their mutual attraction will bring, including examining her life to include an everlasting love.
Emily Mims
The author of over thirty romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons, she and her husband split their time between central Texas, eastern Tennessee, and Georgia visiting their kids and grandchildren. For relaxation Emily plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele for two different performing groups, and even sings a little. She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman—if she’ll just let it.”
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Amethyst - Emily Mims
THE SMOKY BLUES
Mountains, music, love.
CAN’T GET HER…
Deke Gregory has a type – petite, feminine, pliable. His ex-wife was his ideal, but she wasn’t his, obviously. Faced with the realities of joint custody and a family village
raising his son, Deke sets out to find a woman who ticks all his boxes and thinks he walks on water. Enter Doctor Taylor De Witt: tall, strong, willful, opinionated, and too busy to be bothered with soothing his rough edges. Imagine his surprise when he falls for her – hard.
OUT OF HIS HEART
Taylor De Witt knew she would be a heart surgeon since college. Now a single mother with a schedule that requires roller blades, she has little time for her family, never mind a social life. When she meets Deke Gregory she thinks he’s a Neanderthal – yummy, but from a different era. Little does she know what their mutual attraction will bring, including examining her life to include an everlasting love.
AMETHYST
The Smoky Blues – Book Nine
Emily Mims
ALSO BY EMILY MIMS
The Smoky Blues series
Mist
Smoke
Evergreen
Indigo
Emerald
Mistletoe
Violet
Ruby
The Texas Hill Country series
Solomon’s Choice
After the Heartbreak
A Gift of Trust
Daughter of Valor
Welcome Home
Unexpected Assets
Never and Always
A Gift of Hope
Once, Again
Other Romances
Season of Enchantment
A Dangerous Attraction
For the Thrill of It All
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AMETHYST
Copyright © 2018 Emily Wright Mims
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
As always, a good book is not created in a vacuum. Many warm thanks to Edwin Floyd, the most dedicated beta reader out there. And thanks to the editing team at Boroughs Publishing for making me look so good!
AUTHOR’S NOTE
This story was inspired in part by a memory from long ago of a doctor’s dedication to his patients. In 1987, my sixty-four-year-old father had a heart attack and had a quadruple bypass to help repair the damage. It was late when Daddy was taken from recovery to the cardiac ICU. His exhausted-looking doctor was still at the hospital. One of the nurses commented on the young doctor’s fatigue and he shook off her concern. She nailed him with a look and pointed to an empty cubicle. You see that empty bed over there? It’s got your name on it. You need to go home tonight and get some rest.
I have thought of that often. I don’t know if the doctor took her admonishment to heart, but I hope he did. I do know that my father lived another twenty-four years, thanks to the young surgeon’s dedication and skill.
CONTENTS
Prologue
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
Epilogue
Prologue
Twenty years ago
Taylor sat in the hospital waiting room, the taste of stale coffee and last night’s wine bitter in her mouth as she rubbed her aching temples and counted off the hours in her head. What was going on in the ICU? How much longer would it be before they learned something about Kyle’s condition? She’d been here since early this morning, after a frantic phone call from her mother jolted her out of alcohol-fuzzed slumber a mere three hours after she’d left the Chi Delta party.
Kyle’s in a bad way, Taylor. You better get here now. She’d driven from Knoxville to Johnson City with trembling hands. Her freckle-faced, gap-toothed, precious baby brother was in the hospital again. And this time it was bad. The ten-year-old was fighting for his life.
Taylor glanced across the room. Her mother and father sat with Kyle’s twin, Kelly, between them. They’d been here much longer than she had. She took in the tear-stained face of her sturdy little sister. It wasn’t fair. How could one twin be the absolute picture of health, strong and tanned from hours spent outdoors playing sports while the other lay in a hospital bed sick enough to die?
Taylor gripped the armrests. It hadn’t always been like this. Kyle had seemed to be a healthy baby. The doctors had detected that something might be amiss with his heart, but they didn’t seemed concerned, so the family hadn’t worried. Whatever was wrong made itself known when his imperfect heart could no longer support the needs of his growing body. His health had slowly deteriorated. His rosy glow had faded to a blue-gray pallor. Sometimes he had trouble catching his breath. His hands and feet would swell on occasion. He lacked the energy to play outside and was removed from gym class. His growth rate slowed. Kyle Gentry became the poster boy for heart failure.
Kelly leaned over and whispered something to their mother who glanced over at their father and shook her head, giving him a cutting look in the process. Kelly then looked over at Taylor. Their mother nodded and Kelly slid out of her chair and sat down next to Taylor. Mama said I could ask you to take me downstairs for lunch.
Taylor looked at her watch. Almost noon, and as far as she knew, Kelly hadn’t eaten breakfast. Neither had Taylor. Although she’d wanted to be there when the doctor came out to talk to the family, somebody needed to look after her sister. She nodded and took Kelly’s hand.
Together they headed for the elevator. Kelly waited to get out of her parents’ earshot before she looked up at Taylor. Mama and Daddy had a big fight this morning. Daddy wasn’t home when Kyle woke up sick. Mama called all over looking for him. He and Mama yelled at each other all the way to the hospital.
Which I’m sure made Kyle feel so much better,
Taylor murmured. No need to wonder where her father had been. He’d developed a penchant for skirt-chasing in the last couple of years, ever since his only son’s health had gone south. Not that her mother had handled the stress any better. She’d taken her comfort in shopping malls, running up thousands of dollars of credit card debt that, combined with Kyle’s medical bills, had destroyed the family’s finances.
But what right did she have to judge her parents? She was standing here with the hangover from hell from a night of partying to forget her problems. She’d always loved a good time and had been a party animal since the day she hit the University of Tennessee’s campus. But lately it had become less of a good time and more an escape. If she was drunk enough, she didn’t have to think about things at home. She could forget her little brother was dying.
Although she wasn’t hungry, she forced herself to gag down part of a hamburger and made a little conversation while Kelly ate hers. They were getting off the elevator when they spotted Dr. Silverman stepping into the waiting room. Sprinting down the hall, they skidded into the room at the same time their parents rose from their chairs. The hope on their mother’s face nearly broke Taylor’s heart. Don’t get your hopes up, Mom. The doctor’s not smiling. Her father looked sad and resigned.
Dr. Silverman’s face told the whole story. I’m so sorry. Every test we’ve run has shown the same thing. The defect has worsened since Kyle’s last tests. There’s not much more we can do except keep Kyle comfortable for the time he has left.
How much time is that?
their father demanded.
A few days. A couple of weeks at most.
Taylor sucked in her breath. Her mother blanched and Kelly started to cry.
Please, isn’t there anything you can do?
her father pleaded.
Not anymore. We’ve tried everything we have in our bag of tricks and none of them can help. I am so sorry.
Dr. Silverman was somewhere in his late forties but this afternoon looked a decade older. Kyle is settled in bed. You can go in for a few minutes, but try not to tire him out.
Her parents raced toward the ICU with Kelly in tow. Dr. Silverman turned to go. Wait. Please. I want to talk to you.
Taylor touched his arm. I have a question and I’m not trying to be rude.
How could she put this without insulting the man who had tried so hard to help her brother?
Okay. Ask away. I won’t take it personally.
You said nothing could be done, that you and the other doctors here had tried everything you knew to help him.
She took a breath. Would that have been true in a big city hospital? If Kyle could have gone somewhere like that, would we have gotten the same news? I’m not trying to be unkind or ungrateful, but…
I don’t know the answer to that.
Dr. Silverman’s voice was gentle. I’ll be the first to admit that we’re not so cutting edge here. We’re a small hospital in a small town in a part of the country that typically does tend to be a bit behind, and your parents didn’t have the wherewithal to take him to a major medical center. It’s possible that they couldn’t have done any more for him than we did. Or it’s possible that they could have saved him.
So you’re saying that if he’d had cutting-edge medicine, the outcome might have been different?
It might have.
As Kyle faded away before their eyes, Dr. Silverman’s words haunted Taylor in the days and weeks to come.
They all sat in front of the small oak casket holding Kyle’s remains, numb and silent. Later, her mother screamed and cried while her father packed a suitcase and left the family home. Kelly became sullen and withdrawn, and their mother grew bitter.
As Taylor’s family fell apart, she was haunted by the possibility that Kyle might have been saved.
Chapter One
Present Day
Taylor dumped the breakfast dishes in the sink and tossed her insulated lunch bag into her favorite tote. Charlie,
she shouted. Where are you? You went upstairs to get your backpack ten minutes ago.
Coming, Mom,
he called down the stairs. Taylor gritted her teeth at the long-suffering tone in his voice. When had her sweet, charming son turned into a foot-dragging, school-hating pain in the butt? Was it being thirteen, or was changing schools this fall to blame?
She’d thought moving into the new house a few blocks from the best middle school in Sullivan County was a good idea. It was almost twice as big and more modern than the old school, plus it was closer to her office and the hospital where she worked in Kingsport. But Charlie had not seemed happy with the new house or the new school. I liked our other house better,
he’d complained more than once. It was closer to Grandma Bea and Aunt Kelly. I liked my old school better, too. I miss Jared. He was my best friend. Now I don’t have a best friend.
Well, Grandma’s in a new condo on the other side of town, and Aunt Kelly will be marrying Dean in a couple of months and moving to Knoxville. So what’s wrong with your school? It’s new, it has great technology, and Mrs. Foster is as sweet and caring as a teacher can be. And Jared can still be your best friend, even if you don’t go to school with him anymore.
Her words had fallen on deaf ears. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to get her son out the door in the morning. And today in particular, she didn’t have time to coax and cajole him into getting ready. Charlie,
she hollered. You have thirty seconds to get down those stairs dressed, or you go to school in your pajamas. Do you hear me?
Yeah, I hear you.
He clomped down the stairs a minute later dressed, but with a mulish expression on his face. Big for his age courtesy of a recent growth spurt, he wore the new jeans his grandmother had dropped off the night before and a team shirt sporting the logo of the league baseball team he played on. The stick-straight black hair he’d inherited from his Native American father was haphazardly combed and his coppery face was damp. And yeah, I remembered to brush my teeth,
he said before she could ask.
Awesome. Come on. My first patient is at eight.
Charlie murmured something under his breath and followed her out to her Beamer convertible. She lowered the top and warm September wind teased their faces as she zipped down the street. They were halfway to school when he turned to her. Mom? Am I always going to have learning disabilities?
Taylor ignored the rueful pang that always reared its ugly head any time this topic came up. Pretty much, hon. But as you get older, you learn to cope. You figure out ways around them. You capitalize on what you do well.
She darted a look in his direction. In your case, sports. We have yet to find a sport that you don’t excel at.
The reminder didn’t put the smile back on Charlie’s face as it usually did. But they don’t ever go away, do they?
No, they never do. But it doesn’t mean you can’t be a success. Your father still struggles to read and look how successful he is.
Big fucking whoop.
Taylor’s mouth flew open. I hate being learning disabled and I hate school.
His rapidly changing voice trembled, cracking a little at the end.
Whoa. She wanted to hug and comfort him, but they were about to pull into the school drop-off lane and this discussion was going to take some time. We’ll talk about this later. Mrs. Todd will pick you up after practice and fix your supper.
I don’t need a babysitter.
She’s not your babysitter. She’s my housekeeper and part-time cook and she picks you up so you don’t have to ride your bike down a busy thoroughfare with no sidewalks. Get over it.
Charlie rolled his eyes. His eyes darted around the parking lot and, satisfied he saw none of his friends, leaned over for a quick peck before sliding out of the car. His feet dragged as he trudged up the sidewalk and into the building.
Her heart hurt as she watched him. She looked at the clock on the dash and cursed as she pulled back onto the busy street. Her first patient was due in fifteen minutes and she was booked solid all day, except for an hour at lunch.
She drove her usual ten miles above the speed limit, and was pulling into the parking lot of the big medical complex when her phone rang. Her lips tightened when her mother’s number flashed on the dashboard. Of all mornings, she didn’t have time for a long and involved discussion with Beatrice.
She hit the button that would send the call to her cell. I love you, Mom, but make it quick. I see my first patient in five minutes.
I’m calling to remind you that you have a twelve-thirty appointment at the bridal salon with Kelly to get your dress fitted.
Damn. I told you and Kelly last week not to make the appointment on a weekday. I’m booked solid all day.
It’s the only time the seamstress will be here this week. Good grief, Taylor, it’s not like we’re asking you to drive to Knoxville. The bridal shop’s two blocks from your office.
I’ll try to make it. No promises.
She held the phone to her ear as she got out of the car.
Is that honestly the best you can do? You’ll try? No promises?
Taylor sighed. Mom, didn’t I tell you and Kelly that I’m the last person she should ask to be her maid of honor? I don’t have time for all the social obligations that come with the role and I never know when I’m going to be called away for an emergency. Since neither of you will take ‘no’ for an answer, ‘I’ll try’ and ‘No promises’ is the best I can do. Take it or leave it.
Beatrice’s silence was damning. Well, that certainly tells me where we are on your list of priorities.
What would you have me do? Walk out on a dying patient to get my dress fitted?
she snapped. You and Kelly both forget that I make my living saving lives.
It was Beatrice’s turn to sigh. No, of course I wouldn’t want you to walk out on a dying patient. But Taylor, you can’t expect to take care of every single solitary heart patient in Eastern Tennessee at the expense of the rest of your life. You are so wrapped up in your practice that everything else is falling by the wayside.
Taylor had walked into her building and was heading for the elevator as her mother went on. You haven’t been on a date in over a year, you don’t want to commit to being in your sister’s wedding, you miss most of Charlie’s games, you love to cook but pay somebody else to do it for you. You missed your last mani-pedi with Yvonne and you haven’t read a book for fun in over a year. You have no time for anyone or anything but your patients. There are other heart doctors besides you.
Not for my patients, there isn’t,
Taylor muttered. You know that. And you know why I won’t turn them over to other doctors. It is what it is and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’ll talk to you later.
She clicked off the phone before her mother could object.
Shaking off the argument with her mother, she exited the elevator and went through the private entrance to the spacious office suite she shared with Sam Silverman. She tossed her lunch in the refrigerator and checked in with Laurie, their receptionist who always had a smile on her face, while running the office with the efficiency of an air traffic controller. Morning, Doc DeWitt. I got your plane ticket and nailed down your hotel reservation in Baltimore. I got all but three of your appointments moved and Dr. Sam said he could cover those three.
If he makes it that far today.
Odette Donnelly, Dr. Sam’s nurse, came in carrying a stack of charts. She looked around furtively and lowered her voice. He’s not looking so good this morning. I saw him taking his blood pressure in his office.
Odette had worked for Dr. Sam for years and was protective of him.
Damn, it’s probably sky-high again. He needs to go downstairs and see his internist.
Taylor shook her head. "I’d ask