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  There’s a crisis in paradise!

  But is her heart at risk…?

  When Dr. Amber Berkeley met ruggedly handsome Jack at a conference in Hawaii, she never imagined they’d end up locked down together in the middle of a hurricane! Army doc Jack’s take-charge attitude pushes straight-talking Amber’s buttons—until their sparks ignite into a fierce attraction! Amber has a “no doctors” dating rule for good reason, but amid disaster rules are meant to be broken…

  The last thirty-six hours had been wild. Jack had been attracted to Amber as soon as he’d seen her sashaying across the room and slaying potential suitors with a mere look.

  From her casual, unhindered and sparky chat in the bar, to her professional, passionate, presenting face she’d shown at the conference, to her dismissal of him at breakfast when she’d found out he was a doctor, to the moment that he’d stepped forward and pressed his head against hers because it just felt like she needed it.

  In every subtle way, he’d found himself drawn to this improbable woman. Someone, who it turned out, had just as many layers as he had.

  He didn’t even know where to start anymore.

  But his body seemed to.

  He lifted his hand to her face and touched the side of it gently, pulling back from their hug just enough to give him room to maneuver.

  He should ask permission. Because his brain was so muddled he clearly wasn’t thinking straight. So he just kept his hand on her soft cheek, tilted her head up toward his and put his lips on hers.

  Dear Reader,

  Setting a book in a place I’ve never been is always a challenge. But the internet is a wonderful thing and I luxuriated in many beautiful photographs of Hawaii and its lush scenery.

  We never know someone’s history just by looking at them, and that was the message in this book. Both my hero and heroine have slightly brash exteriors, but that’s because it’s been the only way for them to survive what life has thrown at them. We can all create a tough outside shell to hide what’s going on inside, and it takes a lot to be brave enough to reveal part of ourselves to another. And that’s exactly what happens to my locked-away army doc, Jack, and my shut-off infectious disease doc, Amber. Throw in a hurricane for good measure and they find out exactly how the other functions in a crisis.

  Here’s hoping you love Amber and Jack just as much as I do and see them through to their happily-ever-after.

  I love to hear from readers via my website, scarlet-wilson.com.

  Happy reading!

  Scarlet

  LOCKED DOWN WITH THE ARMY DOC

  Scarlet Wilson

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM THE BROODING SURGEON’S BABY BOMBSHELL BY SUSAN CARLISLE

  CHAPTER ONE

  AMBER BERKELEY LEANED against the wall of the elevator as it descended to the ground floor. The doors reflected a kind of odd image. She’d forgotten to check in the mirror before she left. Her half-up-half-down hair looked like some kind of bewildered lost animal on her head. She let out a laugh. She didn’t even want to know what her bright pink lipstick looked like. Truth was, she didn’t really care.

  Tonight’s ball was bound to be full of specialists and consultants who were all too important to breathe. She loved her job, but some doctors just seemed like a different breed entirely. Self-important. Self-interested. Amber didn’t waste much time on people like those.

  Tomorrow she was lecturing at one of the most prestigious conferences in the world. And she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t nervous. Hawaii was a magnificent setting. One hundred per cent more gorgeous than most of the places she visited. The Disease Prevention Agency tended to send their staff to investigate outbreaks and try and prevent the spread of infectious diseases.

  Most of her time was either spent in the main base at Chicago, or on one of many expeditions as part of a team, generally to places with few or poor facilities.

  This five-star hotel in Hawaii was like something out of a dream. She’d even been greeted by the traditional colorful leis on checkin. And, corny or not, she’d liked them. The beach outside had perfect golden sand with sumptuous private loungers and straw parasols complete with serving staff. This part of the main island near Kailua Kona was a perfect piece of paradise.

  Her first-floor room had a gorgeous view of the Pacific Ocean, which seemed to change color depending on the time of day. So far today it had gone from clear turquoise blue to light green. Shimmering like a tranquil soft blanket stretching to infinity.

  As the doors pinged and slid open, the noise and the aromas of the food surrounded her. The room was full of people talking, a sea of dark tuxedos with a smattering of colored dresses in the mix. She threaded her way through, keeping her chin raised as she glanced from side to side. She had to know someone here. But the sea of faces didn’t reveal anyone familiar. Amber’s nose twitched. She wanted easy company. A chance to share a few drinks, grab a few snacks and get rid of the butterflies in her stomach for tomorrow.

  She stared at a sign on the wall. Ah…there were two conferences on in the hotel—not just the one she was attending. It seemed that a world of business and economic experts were here too.

  Just before she’d left, the director of the Disease Prevention Agency had called her into his office. She’d only seen the inside of his office walls on two previous occasions. Once, on the day she’d started. And second, on the day she’d received her promotion.

  “Dr. Berkeley,” he said solemnly. “I wanted to wish you well for tomorrow. There’s been a lot of interest in our contribution to the conference. Thank you for presenting the meningitis research for us.”

  Amber gave a nod and a smile. “I’ve loved being part of the meningitis work. I’m honored to present on it.”

  The director nodded. “And you’re confident you can answer any questions?”

  Amber held up th
e list in her hand. “I’ve spent the last few months eating, breathing and sleeping meningitis. I think I’ve got it covered.”

  The director didn’t even blink. “Oh, I’m not worried for you.” His eyebrows rose as she stood from her chair. “I’m worried for them. Let’s hope they’re ready for you, Dr. Berkeley.”

  She’d smiled as she’d left. It seemed that her take-no-crap attitude was getting a reputation of its own. She wasn’t embarrassed by it. Not at all. She’d never seen the point in beating around the bush. She’d always talked straight, to patients and to colleagues. Medics could be notoriously sexist. And Amber could be notoriously blunt.

  Had it cost her a few jobs? Maybe. Had it earned her a few others? Definitely.

  A guy with a paunch belly and gaping shirt approached her, beer sloshing from his glass. “Hello, gorgeous. Where are you going to?”

  She didn’t miss a beat. “Away from you.” She didn’t even glance at the lanyard round his neck. She had no intention of finding out his name.

  She’d always vowed never to go out with a fellow medic. Life experience had taught her it wasn’t a good idea.

  She glanced around the room again. This was probably her worst-case scenario, wall-to-wall fellow medics, with copious amounts of alcohol flowing.

  A few seconds later she met another charmer who refused to let her step around him. “We must stop meeting like this.” He grinned as his hand closed around her forearm and his eyes ran up and down her body.

  She didn’t hesitate. She flipped his arm up and twisted it around his back, catching him completely by surprise and thrusting him in the other direction as the woman next to her laughed out loud. “Yes, we must,” she said sharply.

  The main bar in the center of the room was currently three people deep. Her chances of getting a drink were slipping further and further away.

  Her eyes homed in on another bar on the far side of the room and through a set of doors. It looked much more sedate. She could have a glass of wine, check out the list of bar snacks then head back to her room and enjoy the view.

  She threaded her way through the rest of the crowd. There were a few people who obviously knew one another sitting around tables. Even from here she could recognize the medic talk.

  Right now she couldn’t stomach that. So she headed directly over to the stools at the bar. There was a broad-shouldered guy already sitting there. He looked as if his whiskey was currently sending him into a trance.

  Perfect. Too drunk to be a pest.

  Or if he wasn’t? She could deal with that.

  She smiled as she sat down, crossed her legs and leaned her head on one hand. He might be tired but he was handsome. Actually, he was more than handsome. He was good-looking with an edge of ruggedness. His dark hair was a little rumpled and his suit jacket had been flung carelessly onto the bar stool next to him. She couldn’t get a look at his eyes as his head was leaning forward toward the glass. But she could see the lean muscle definition beneath his pale blue shirt, the slight tan on his skin and the hint of bristle around his jawline. She smiled and just couldn’t help herself. “Well, aren’t you just the original party pooper?”

  *

  Jack Campbell blinked and blinked again. Nope. It had definitely happened. Or maybe he was just hallucinating. He stared into the bottom of his whiskey glass again and clinked the ice.

  The warm spicy aroma emanating from the woman sitting next to him started to surround him, just as she crossed her long legs on the high stool, revealing the daring split in her floor-length black dress.

  Even from here, he’d noticed her the second she’d appeared at the entrance to the ballroom. She was taller than most women, but wasn’t afraid to use her height, combining her black sheath dress with a pair of heels and piling her dark hair with pink tips on top of her head. He’d watched her survey the room, ignore a few admiring glances, give short retorts to two men who dared to try and approach her and, now, she’d just crossed those exceptionally long legs and given him a clear view of them. Her black heels had ornate straps and crisscrossed up her calves.

  At least he thought he’d watched her. Maybe he was dreaming. Truth was, he was so tired the only reason he was still awake was that his body was craving food. Food he seemed to have been waiting an eternity for.

  He gave himself a shake. Maybe he needed another whiskey. The first one was putting him in that strange state between fact and fiction. His stomach rumbled loudly, so he lifted his hand to grab some nuts from a bowl on the bar. Quick as lightning, someone gave his hand a light slap.

  For a second he was momentarily stunned. Then he shook his head and gave a smile of disbelief as he turned in his chair.

  She was staring straight at him with a pair of bright blue eyes. He couldn’t help himself. It was as if the fatigue coupled with a dash of whiskey had reduced all his usual politeness and social norms to a scattering of leaves beneath his feet. “Did you really just hit me? For trying to eat a peanut?”

  She gave a shrug. “Yeah, sorry about that. Force of habit.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t look too sorry.”

  She pulled a face and waved her hand. “Actually, I’ve just saved you.”

  Now he was amused. “Saved me from what?”

  She shook her head and pushed the bowl away. “Probably some kind of horrible death. Best way to catch some kind of disease.” She shuddered. She actually shuddered. “If I sent those to a lab I could horrify you.”

  He deliberately leaned over her, ignoring her orange-scented perfume, and plucked a nut from the bowl, holding it between his fingers. “One tiny little nut is going to fell me?”

  She arched her eyebrows and blinked. There was black eyeliner flicked on her eyelid, enhanced by her thick extra-long lashes. With those blue eyes she really was a bit of a stunner.

  “If I could put that in an evidence bag right now and send it to the lab I would.” She shrugged. “But, hey, it’s your poison. Your stomach.”

  “This is how you meet people? You attack them at the bar and steal their food?”

  For a second she looked momentarily offended, but then she threw back her head and laughed. She put her elbow on the bar and rested her head on it. “Actually, my ambition this evening is not to meet anyone—I just wanted to grab a drink, some food and get out of here.”

  He gave a slow nod. “Ah, great minds think alike, then.”

  She looked a little more conciliatory. “Maybe. Sorry about the slap. Bar snacks make me testy. It really is an automatic reaction.”

  He laughed. “How many states have you been arrested in?”

  She sighed. “More than you could ever know.”

  He could see the way her careful eyes were watching him, obviously trying to size him up. He liked her quick answers and smart remarks. He mirrored her position, leaning his head on his hand for a second as a wave of tiredness swept over him.

  And then she spoke. “I’m trying to work out if you’re drunk or just in a coma. I’m warning you—I’m off duty tonight.”

  The corners of his lips headed upward. Maybe he was imagining all this? Maybe he was already dreaming? Or maybe the jet lag was making him see things. If this was a hallucination, those words were so not what he was expecting. He let out a laugh. “I could actually be a bit of both. Jet lag and drinking—” he held up the whiskey glass “—are probably not the best idea in the world. But do I care right now?” He shook his head as he downed the remains at the bottom of the glass. “Not really.”

  Now she laughed as the bartender came over and set a coaster in front of her. “Well, the jet lag explains the accent. But not the complete disregard for your fellow man.”

  The bartender caught her eye. “What can I get you?”

  She looked at his glass. “I’ll have what Mr. Happy’s having.”

  Jack raised his eyebrows at the bartender. “Better just put both on my tab.”

  She drummed her fingernails on the bar next to him. “Who said I want
ed you to buy my drink?” Her overall presentation was quite glamorous but her nails were short and clean. Curious. Most women these days tended to have glittery painted talons.

  “Don’t drink it,” he said smartly. “I can easily drink both.”

  She smiled. A genuine, wide smile. The pink tips of her hair matched the bright pink on her lips.

  “You are easily the most crabbit man in the room.” She gave a wink. “Is that Scottish enough for you? I learned that from a Scottish colleague.”

  He tried not to smile as he nodded his head and furrowed his brow. “It’s a well-used word. My granny might have called a few people crabbit in her time.”

  She gave a smile. “Yeah, crabbit. I like that. It means you won’t be a pest.”

  “But you will be.”

  “Ouch,” she said as the bartender brought over the drinks.

  She lifted the glass to her nose and sniffed. “What is this, anyhow?”

  “Guess.”

  She tilted her head to the side. “Oh…guessing games. I know it’s whiskey. I’ve just no idea what kind. And here was me thinking tonight was going to be totally boring.”

  He liked her. He was actually beginning to wake up a little. But that still didn’t stop him putting his head on the bar for a few seconds. He closed his eyes and murmured, “I’m dreaming of snacks. I’ve only eaten airline food for the last twenty-eight hours. And you’ve stolen the peanuts.”

  She was still sniffing the whiskey but laughed anyway and grabbed a bar menu. “Haven’t you ordered?”

  He sighed as he lifted his head again. “I think I ordered around ten hours ago. Apparently the kitchen is busy, but—” his fingers made the quote signal in the air “—it’ll get here soon.”

  She set down the whiskey glass and gestured to the bartender. “Actually, can you give me a glass of rosé wine instead, please?” She gave Jack a sideways glance as she pushed the glass toward him. “This is too rich for my tastes.”

  He was still leaning on his hand. After a few hours in a fugue, his brain was kick-starting again, along with his dormant libido.