Free What Belongs to Her (Harlequin Superromance) by Rachel Brimble Page A

Sasha lifted her gaze. Leah, her best friend of the past ten years, came striding toward her, seemingly in time with the drumbeat of the soft rock ballad blasting from the speakers. Her blond, short-cropped hair and dark-rimmed glasses belied her friend’s soft nature. At five-three, new patients could’ve made the mistake of thinking Nurse Dixon a pushover...until she showed them who was boss with a syringe inserted into their bare ass cheek.
    On a personal level, Leah was more cocker spaniel than rottweiler, but nobody would know that at Templeton A&E.
    Her friend collapsed into the chair opposite Sasha, her brow furrowed and her cheeks flushed pink. “Wine. Fabulous.”
    Sasha raised her eyebrow as Leah downed a hefty gulp and set the glass down with a satisfied smile. “Ahh, better. Much better.”
    “Good day?” Sasha grinned.
    Leah pinned Sasha with a glare, her huge hazel eyes glinting with a trace of potential violence. “Just peachy. I had to sew up a kid whose father decided he didn’t like the way his son was taking up so much of his mother’s time. He thumped him and split his eyebrow wide open to prove his point.”
    Sasha’s smile dissolved and she gritted her teeth. “You deserve a medal working in the E.R. I’d be more likely to inflict further injury than fix them up.”
    “Yeah, well, they train us to fight the urge to exact justice.” Leah took another gulp of wine. “So, what’s up? I love that we get to have a drink on a Saturday night.” She smiled and shifted forward on her seat. “It’s great you’re actually doing something with your night off rather than working.”
    Sasha laughed. “You’re not really the person to tell me off for the hours I work.”
    Leah grimaced. “Fair enough. So? What’s going on?”
    “On? Or wrong?”
    “Ah.”
    Sasha inhaled a shaky breath and released it. “I’ve got a new boss.”
    “What are you talking about?” Leah frowned. “I thought you were going to give Kyle your offer this week. What happened?”
    “His son turned up.”
    Leah’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me.”
    “I wish I was.”
    “Kyle has a son?”
    “Yep.”
    “Well, what’s he like? Kyle in a younger, uglier form? If that’s possible.”
    Sasha sighed. “I wish.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning, he’s the handsomest man I’ve ever seen. All dark hair, blue eyes, built like a freaking model and about seven feet tall. He makes me feel...” Sasha shook her head. “Like a girl.”
    Leah’s glass halted at her lips and she slowly returned it to the table. “Uh-oh.”
    Sasha closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping under the impending doom of any man stripping her off her tough, tomboy persona. “Exactly.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I don’t know.” She opened her eyes. “He’s barely said a word to me since yesterday morning and I’ve no idea what his intentions are. I was so close. So damn close to at least getting Kyle’s attention back on my offer for the fair. Now this happens.”
    “What’s his son’s name? Have you told him about the offer?”
    Sasha lifted her wine and took a sip. “John. And he knows about the offer. I told him. He also knows Mum hates the place and that I want it.” She stared at her friend. “He asked me why Funland means so much to me. He said it can’t be all about family if Mum wants nothing to do with it.”
    Leah’s intense gaze softened with concern. “Your reasons are none of his damn business. All he should be asking about is the money.”
    “I know that.”
    Leah eased her hand across the table and grasped Sasha’s. She squeezed her fingers. “He doesn’t need to know what happened to you there. Your reasons for wanting Funland have nothing to do with anyone else. You’ve never felt you could even trust your mother to understand what happened and why you want to make it yours, let alone some bloke who’s clearly shaken you up.”
    Sasha squeezed Leah’s fingers in return before removing her