Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The doctor delivered the news with a tone that brooked no argument. "If you've made up your mind, you need to get the surgery done as soon as possible."

Max couldn't trust the small-town hospital with Brielle's surgery; he was determined to get her back to Beaconsfield.

But Brielle had come here for a different reason-to find Dustin.

Massaging his temples, Max walked back into the hospital room. Brielle was sitting up in bed, her face pale and tired from the journey. Seeing Max seemed to lift her spirits a bit.

Max took her hand and kissed it gently. "Patrick's out looking for Dustin. I'm taking you back to Beaconsfield. Your health is the priority."

To reassure her, he called Patrick for an update.

Patrick's news wasn't great-Dustin and Emma still hadn't returned. They were likely caught up in some trouble and might have to spend the night in town. Patrick felt it would be a waste of time to go after them and risk missing them, so he decided to wait at Emma's place.

Besides, Emma's mother was seriously ill at home, barely able to move. Emma had left food and water within reach before going to sell herbs. Under the bed was a chamber pot Emma emptied every couple of days. Given her mother's condition, Emma wouldn't stay away for more than two days.

This time, Dustin had insisted on accompanying her to town despite his injuries, hoping a change of scenery might help his memory. Her electric

he sat quietly to one side, eyes closed.

She took off her own

fluttered open,

and pulled

him. "Rest a bit," she urged.

more effort, she could climb out,

against the

mind was bombarded with

in his head. Sweat beaded

her hands and

was strikingly handsome. He pulled Emma tight against him. She intended to resist but froze

murmured, seeking