Made For Another (Caroline Dawson Series - Book 1) by Alesha Cary Page A
Authors: Alesha Cary
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there was another person in the world who completed her.
And to her, that's exactly what it had felt like when Bradley kissed her. Being in his arms was like coming home - almost like she was hugging herself. It was both exciting and at the same time strangely grounding. She couldn't begin to explain it. She had an instant knowing, an instant connection - special and precious, and not like anything she had ever felt before.
This was one time she was grateful that she lived alone and didn't have to explain anything to anyone. She could lay here in the dark alone and try to sort out all these new ideas and feelings.
In the middle of all the sorting, she fell asleep.
~ # ~
Putting on her uniform the next morning as she got ready for work, Sarah thought back over everything that had happened. She had experienced two totally opposite extremes of emotion - it was almost too much for one single day.
She had gone from being terrified of dying at the hands of a madman - she still felt shivers when she thought about that - to the sweetest bliss she had ever known in the arms of her soulmate. Talk about being through the wringer. She was surprised that she'd been able to sleep at all.
Thank goodness there was coffee, she thought as she poured another cup. She would so much rather just stay home and sleep in! She wasn't looking forward to go ing back to the place where everything had happened - no matter how well it had turned out.
But then, there was Bradley.
Now that she knew how he felt about her (and especially how she felt about him), everything was different.
She smiled as she pulled on a light jacket and grabbed her purse and keys.
Yesterday she had told him (truthfully) that nobody really took the "no dating rule" seriously, but she also knew it was a small community where everyone knew everyone else's business.
If they were going to date, they should probably be careful. She knew the rumor mill would already be ripe with stories about yesterday, and that in itself didn't really bother her much.
But, she was a candy striper, and one thing was certain, the hospital expected appropriate decorum, especially around patients and their families.
That was easy enough to take care of, she decided as she started the car, heading down the driveway to the street.
For now she would keep their "dating" to a minimum - like having lunch and breaks together. No one could make too big a deal about that. She would let that be enough for now. At least until she could get over to see Aunt Carrie.
Sarah smiled to herself, thinking about Bradley's reaction when she told him about the "Aunt Carrie" test. He might think that she was being a little silly, but after her experience with Tony, she wanted to make sure that Carrie gave her the green light.
And honestly, as much as she wanted to jump right back into Bradley's arms, she wasn't ready to totally give in to her feelings. Yet.
CHAPTER NINE
Dr. Alan Lyle, the Chief of Staff, called Sarah into his office first thing that morning. She had been a bit nervous, but she knew they would need to get her side of the story about what had happened.
When she walked in, there were two other people sitting there. She knew Florence Kramer, the head of Personnel, but she didn't recognize the man in the police uniform. Police! Well, of course. She had, after all, been assaulted!
Dr. Lyle introduced Jack Caldwell, the local Chief of Police, and she realized how lucky she had been that they hadn't insisted she talk with them last night. Had Bradley smoothed that over for her, too?
"Sarah, I know you've just been through a lot, but Chief Caldwell and I need to get some information from you. We thought it might be easier for you to talk here at the hospital." Dr. Lyle pointed to a chair across the table.
She sat down and looked at the men. She didn't want to relive everything - it was still too fresh for her to have much distance. But, well, this was important, and they needed to hear
And to her, that's exactly what it had felt like when Bradley kissed her. Being in his arms was like coming home - almost like she was hugging herself. It was both exciting and at the same time strangely grounding. She couldn't begin to explain it. She had an instant knowing, an instant connection - special and precious, and not like anything she had ever felt before.
This was one time she was grateful that she lived alone and didn't have to explain anything to anyone. She could lay here in the dark alone and try to sort out all these new ideas and feelings.
In the middle of all the sorting, she fell asleep.
~ # ~
Putting on her uniform the next morning as she got ready for work, Sarah thought back over everything that had happened. She had experienced two totally opposite extremes of emotion - it was almost too much for one single day.
She had gone from being terrified of dying at the hands of a madman - she still felt shivers when she thought about that - to the sweetest bliss she had ever known in the arms of her soulmate. Talk about being through the wringer. She was surprised that she'd been able to sleep at all.
Thank goodness there was coffee, she thought as she poured another cup. She would so much rather just stay home and sleep in! She wasn't looking forward to go ing back to the place where everything had happened - no matter how well it had turned out.
But then, there was Bradley.
Now that she knew how he felt about her (and especially how she felt about him), everything was different.
She smiled as she pulled on a light jacket and grabbed her purse and keys.
Yesterday she had told him (truthfully) that nobody really took the "no dating rule" seriously, but she also knew it was a small community where everyone knew everyone else's business.
If they were going to date, they should probably be careful. She knew the rumor mill would already be ripe with stories about yesterday, and that in itself didn't really bother her much.
But, she was a candy striper, and one thing was certain, the hospital expected appropriate decorum, especially around patients and their families.
That was easy enough to take care of, she decided as she started the car, heading down the driveway to the street.
For now she would keep their "dating" to a minimum - like having lunch and breaks together. No one could make too big a deal about that. She would let that be enough for now. At least until she could get over to see Aunt Carrie.
Sarah smiled to herself, thinking about Bradley's reaction when she told him about the "Aunt Carrie" test. He might think that she was being a little silly, but after her experience with Tony, she wanted to make sure that Carrie gave her the green light.
And honestly, as much as she wanted to jump right back into Bradley's arms, she wasn't ready to totally give in to her feelings. Yet.
CHAPTER NINE
Dr. Alan Lyle, the Chief of Staff, called Sarah into his office first thing that morning. She had been a bit nervous, but she knew they would need to get her side of the story about what had happened.
When she walked in, there were two other people sitting there. She knew Florence Kramer, the head of Personnel, but she didn't recognize the man in the police uniform. Police! Well, of course. She had, after all, been assaulted!
Dr. Lyle introduced Jack Caldwell, the local Chief of Police, and she realized how lucky she had been that they hadn't insisted she talk with them last night. Had Bradley smoothed that over for her, too?
"Sarah, I know you've just been through a lot, but Chief Caldwell and I need to get some information from you. We thought it might be easier for you to talk here at the hospital." Dr. Lyle pointed to a chair across the table.
She sat down and looked at the men. She didn't want to relive everything - it was still too fresh for her to have much distance. But, well, this was important, and they needed to hear
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