Erika.

I woke up in a hospital, with no memory of what had happened to me, who had hurt me, or how I had got there. The only silver lining to my condition was the eye candy in the white coat. Dr Miller looked like no doctor I'd ever met. Dreamy, hot blue eyes surrounded by thick, sooty eyelashes, cheekbones you could cut yourself on, and totally gorgeous, kissable lips.

I'd just ended a relationship that was going nowhere, and I wasn't looking for another, but there was no harm in a bit of fantasizing. Especially, since I'm pretty sure the attraction is mutual.

How do I know?

Well, for a start every few hours he comes to my room, when I'm sure a visiting nurse would have been usual practice.

And then there's the way he stares at me, those sultry ocean eyes literally undressing me. There's also the fiercely protective side of him that he can't hide when he speaks of my injuries and whoever hurt me. Like he wants to rip them apart! It was good to feel so safe.

So good, I was starting to dread being discharged in a few days. Worse, I hate the thought of going back to my apartment. What if the person who hurt me came back?

As it turned out the Doctor had a solution to keeping me safe, at least, until we found out who my attacker was.

Dr Miller thought the safest place for me was. in the arms of Dr Miller.

Dreams of hot doctors do come true, right?