The Doctor's Unexpected Family: (Inspirational Romance) (Port Provident: Hurricane Hope) Read Online Free PDF Page A

could, yes. I don’t want to inconvenience you, but…”
    Angela could hear shuffling noises in the background and a metallic sound that she suspected was the jingling of a set of keys. “Don’t apologize, Angela. I should have left it with you earlier today. You can’t give yourself a shot without knowing your glucose levels. That’s dangerous. I was just finishing up some clean-out at the clinic, so I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Can you wait that long?”
    She didn’t have any of the tell-tale signs of highly-fluctuating sugar. “I think that will be fine. Thank you, Pete.”
    “Not a problem, Angela. Happy to help a friend of Gloria’s.  I’ll see you shortly.”
    He hung up the call and Angela turned back to her paperwork. The longer she spent in this tent, the more resolved she became to know everything about the temporary housing issue. She needed to get her constituents back to safe housing so they could have stability in their lives.
    Angela looked over at the little blue cooler in the corner, full of the insulin that was such a part of the routine of her own life.
    Her constituents and neighbors weren’t the only ones who needed some stability in their lives. She read the reports, she sat in the meetings with officials and bureaucrats. She didn’t have the luxury of not knowing just how steep the hill was for Port Provident to climb. She had a young daughter who missed her home and her favorite toys. And she herself had a health condition that needed to be managed. She couldn’t afford to just blow off the necessary management of her condition, but living in a situation like her current one made the day-to-day difficult.
    She had to get stability in her own life in order to bring stability to all the thousands of lives around her.
    Angela frowned thoughtfully. She couldn’t even manage an insulin shot right now. How could she help all the people who were depending upon her?

    For being an unemployed doctor in a town with no working medical facilities, Pete sure seemed to have a full patient load today. At least Pete felt confident that Marisa would be taken care of and back to full health in no time, thanks to the staff at Mainland Medical.
    As far as Angela Ruiz was concerned, Pete wasn’t quite as certain. She’d raised his doctor radar. He couldn’t quite say what triggered it, but he knew to trust his instincts and keep asking questions until he figured out the puzzle.
    He was glad she called. She’d been on his mind since he’d returned to the clinic. He wanted to tell himself it was all concern for her health, but the number of times he’d caught himself pausing and thinking about her cocoa eyes instead of working on cleaning up the clinic was anything but healthy.
    Pete wound through the maze of tents and set-ups that were more like lean-tos, and about a dozen other things in between. He found the tent that Angela had been sitting in front of earlier. He’d seen lots of insurance agents and government groups setting up temporary field offices in areas all over the city, and thought it was a good thing that Angela had set up a place here in this tent city so that the citizens of Port Provident had access to her—especially since everyone’s access to radio, TV, and the Internet were very limited right now.
    He gave a little knock on the tent to announce himself, and the fabric structure wobbled with the gentle taps.
    “Come on in,” said Angela’s voice from the other side.
    “How are you feeling? Any better?” Pete held up the glucose monitor as he ducked through the opening and saw both Angela and her daughter. “Let’s do a quick check so we can calibrate your insulin dosage.”
    Angela stuck out her pointer finger, and Pete swiped an alcohol wipe over it, then massaged the tip of her finger to get the blood flowing. He couldn’t help but notice Angela’s nails, the bright pink polish shredded and chipped on the ends. It struck him like a cosmetic metaphor for the