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

exhausted and not eating well and you said it yourself—you aren’t able to adequately keep up with your insulin levels. You can’t help your people if you can’t stay well.”
    “Things will be better in a few days. We’ll make due until then.”
    “Angela, look around you. Look at your daughter. I know you’ve managed diabetes probably most of your life. You’ve got a routine. But when you’re in a place where you can’t manage that routine, it can become a life and death situation. You need to be somewhere that you can take care of your little girl and yourself.”
    Pete had no idea why his blood pressure was ticking up. He barely knew this woman. But his doctor’s instinct had kicked in, and he wanted to fix this whole messed up situation. He couldn’t fix everything on the island, but he could fix this.
    “There isn’t any place for me to go now, anyway.  There aren’t many hotels even open on the island to begin with. I was offered a room as a city councilmember, but I gave it to a lady on my staff. She needed it more than me.” She picked up the soda can and lifted it to her lips for another drink.
    Pete immediately knew what happened. She’d gotten a little defensive and her fight-or-flight reflex had kicked in, the hormones and chemicals surging alongside the adrenaline  and disrupting the delicate endocrinological balance Angela had just started to gain back.
     “Your sugar’s dropping again, isn’t it?”
     “You can’t tell that just by looking at me.”
    “Actually, I can. You’re starting to sweat just a little bit up along your hairline, and you’re leaning back in your chair. Look, I don’t know how to fix FEMA’s issues, but I have more than a decade’s worth of experience around medical patients. What’s going to happen to your daughter when you pass out on that sleeping bag in the middle of the night and there’s no one to help you or take care of her? There’s no 911 to call right now, no ambulances, and no hospital on the island to go to in the event of an emergency.”
    Angela looked up at Pete. Her brown eyes flashed with a small glint of lightning, then the feistiness dimmed, and she turned her gaze down to her feet. “I don’t know. But I truly don’t know where to go now, either. Sure, there’s actually power at my City Hall office, but there’s no one else up there in the middle of the night, if something were to happen to me. At least here, there’s plenty of people we know.”
    “Plenty of people who don’t know how to treat blood glucose reactions.”
    There was only one solution to this problem, crazy as it was. Pete decided not to beat around the bush, but instead to just come out and say it. Sometimes you needed to sugar coat things for your patients, but other times, you had to give it to them straight. This was definitely the latter.
    “You just need to come back to my house. I have a guest room and my home is on stilts, so it thankfully sustained almost no damage. This way, you’re under a doctor’s care. I can monitor your sugar and your diet, and you’re not tied to the hours or offerings of the Samaritan’s Cross truck, which I know are not exactly diabetic-friendly. Way too carb-heavy. What did you have for dinner tonight?”
    Angela muttered something under her breath.
    “I didn’t hear you. But let me guess…white bread was involved, wasn’t it?”
    She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Maybe.”
    “I’ve been practicing medicine long enough to know when a patient says ‘maybe,’ they actually mean yes. Especially when we’re talking about bad diet choices.”
    “I don’t have a choice! They serve what they serve. I’ll be sure and have City Council request chefs from the Food Network to man the food trucks after the next hurricane.”
    “Angela, even Bobby Flay couldn’t help you right now. You don’t need a side of chipotle. You need a balanced meal with some protein and some low-glycemic offerings.”
    Pete