He Never Noticed Love Until He Met Me

Synopsis

Lucas Quinn was twenty-nine, six-foot-two with broad shoulders and long limbs. The white lab coat looked tailor-made on him. He was the elite surgeon, cold-tempered and a man of few words. In the five years he'd been at the hospital, no one had ever seen him exchange a single unnecessary word with any female colleague on staff. When a nurse brought him coffee, he didn't even glance up, only saying, "Put it there." When a female doctor asked him out to dinner, he replied coldly, "I'm busy." His world was all about surgery, research, and patients. Behind his back, the nurses whispered about his icy detachment. Right now, Lucas was looking down at his phone, rounding the corner of the hallway with long, purposeful strides. Just then, Emily Sweet hurried in from the other side. Neither of them noticed the other, and they crashed right into one another. The medical record folder flew out, scattered by the wind, with white, pink, and blue papers fluttering all over the floor. Emily lost her balance, her nose slamming right into a solid, disinfectant-scented chest. Emily stumbled backward, but a hand shot out, catching her wrist with a grip that was both strong and unerringly precise, holding her steady like a vice. That force pulled her right back, her forehead bumping against a warm collarbone. Lucas glanced down at the girl who had collided with him, struck by how petite she was. "S-sorry, Dr. Quinn," Emily blurted out. Lucas had never imagined a girl could be this soft. "Damn," he muttered, his voice so rough that it barely sounded like him. Then he straightened up and headed for the operating room.