Love will find you even if you're hiding from it.
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Mother of Mercy Free Clinic . . .
. . . a vital inner city haven for the homeless, runaways and immigrants seeking a helping hand in the daily struggle against the difficulties of life. Into this place of anonymity and shelter come three refugees.
Nurse Meghan Hardesty seeks only two things; a place where she can be of service to others and a sanctuary, a hiding place, from the secrets of another life. The last thing she expects to find is love.
Dr. David Benedict is hiding, too. Hiding from a guilt that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear. But one look at the shy nurse with the fiery red hair raises hope for a new chance at love. If only he could convince her to trust him.
Dr. Benedict quickly removed his blazer and replaced it with a lab coat from the wall hook. He opened a small black bag, took out a stethoscope and draped it around his neck.
"Well, then, I guess I'd better get to work. The tired, poor and huddled masses await." He reached out his hand and opened the door. "Oh, one more thing," he added. "I came straight from the airport and I'm starved. Would you be a sweetheart and run out and pick me up a chicken sandwich? There must be someplace around here to get something fit to eat."
Shock flew through her and she felt her face flush from her growing anger. Infuriated by the condescension in his voice, Meghan stepped around him, put her hand on the door and slammed it shut.
"Let me clue you in on a few things right up front, Doctor," she stated, putting every ounce of sarcasm she could muster into the title.
"Number one. Monsignor Bailey knows and I know and damned near everybody else here knows that without a doctor on staff, this place will be forced to close its doors. If it takes my last breath, I won't allow that to happen. I refuse to deprive my people of proper medical care. I'm also assuming that since the Diocese has very limited funds to expend for our little facility, you volunteered for this position. Tag, Doctor Attitude. You're it!"
David Benedict merely stared, tongue-tied.
"Number two. My name is Meghan Hardesty. Not 'Honey' or 'Sweetheart' and most certainly not 'Hey, you'. I'm a registered nurse and a licensed social worker. I hold a Master's Degree in Behavioral Sciences from Columbia University and Bachelor's in Child Psychology. I am not now, nor have I ever been, a gofer!"