One bad day leads to the perfect weekend escape.
Dr. Jeremiah Kent was only in town to speak at a conference. He had his goals and his plans to meet them. But what could one anonymous weekend hurt? Until his friend called for help, they needed a temp for the summer. The last person he expected to see... was her.
Sheila lived for her patients. She doesn't plan for the future. She lived for today, for the moment. What was the point in planning for the future when you had no real control over it? Why risk it?
So what happens when the first man to make her forget all her troubles shows up on her floor as the temp doctor? Will they ever be able to find common ground?