Rescue Team (Grace Medical)(Paperback)Candace Calvert
Tired of running from her past, nurse Kate Callison intends to become Austin Grace Hospital’s permanent ER director and make Texas her home. Despite staff friction, she’s moving ahead. Then unthinkable tragedy wraps the ER in crime tape, bringing swarms of media, legal chaos—and a search-and-rescue hero who seems determined to meddle in her life.
For Wes Tanner, nothing beats finding someone who’s lost; he’s known that helpless terror firsthand. So he’ll expand his team’s lifeline of hope: K9 tracking, swift water rescue, even horse-mounted searches. He’s ready for anything—except Austin Grace’s prickly and dismissive ER director.
As Kate and Wes discover more about each other, new respect becomes something deeper. Kate wonders if her heart might have finally found a home. Then an unsolved missing persons case—and a startling new one—become catalysts that threaten the loss of all she and Wes have found.
Size140 x 211 mm
Number of Pages375 pp
PublisherTyndale House Publishers
Chapter One“The gully, below the watertank — Isee something.” Wes Tanner
pocketed his radio and plunged downhill through tinder-dry Texas
cedar and darkness, his cowhide boots scattering limestone gravel
like stray bird shot. Logic argued that he could be wrong, that
what he’d spotted might be no more than a sack of trash. Or a
poacher’s deer bag sent soaring by the November wind. But hope
was wearing spurs tonight.
He pushed his stride. I’ll find you. I’m coming.
The blue-white beam of his headlamp flickered as branches
slapped his helmet and rescue pack; he hated to think of the damage
they’d do to the parchment skin of an eighty-year-old. Or of
how this woman, battling Alzheimer’s, would fare dressed only
in a nightgown. With dawn minutes away, the air temperature
couldn’t be more than fifty degrees. There was no way of knowing
what time the former piano teacher had wandered away from the
old ranch house she shared with her sister-in-law. She could have
been out here for hours, confused, frightened, cold . . . injured?
Wes’s jaw tensed. He’d find her in time.
He halted, took a deep breath of air made musky by cedar and
oak, then swept the light along the shallow gully. “Mrs. Braxton?
The beam lit a stand of prickly pear cactus, a rotting tree stump,
and a mound of dirt more than a little suspicious for a nest of
stinging fire ants. Wes refused to imagine that cruel scenario and
scanned farther, growing increasingly impatient to—
His heart stalled. There, beneath the brush.
The beam focused on a body sprawled in the leaf-strewn gully.
Flowered nightgown, snowy-white single braid. Face pale, eyes
closed, mouth slack. Breathing?