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.

a change of scenery might help his memory. Her electric scooter could carry one more person,

him. Now he sat quietly to one side, eyes closed. Emma had tried countless ways to climb out, even piling

home. She took off her own clothes to cover him, hoping to

delirium, Dustin's eyes fluttered open, memories

pulled Emma into his

heat radiating from him. "Rest a bit," she urged. "I'm almost

little more effort, she

against the

mind was bombarded with

pain in his head. Sweat beaded on his

her hands and held him

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

murmured, seeking