For team owner Buck Buchanan every day at the Huntsville track is a rush. The noise. The dirt. The roar. The furor. NASCAR's golden boy has only one regret: Jenna Williams. Not that he blames her for ditching him twelve years ago, but now she's back and has thrown a red flag.
Jenna is downright frantic, clutching a ransom note demanding a cool million in exchange for her daughter's safety. Their daughter's, actually. Yes, she knows how it looks asking Buck for help. But it's true. The child is theirs and Buck's the only one who can wrench her out of danger.
Even if that means trading himself for a girl he's never known.
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January 31, 2007
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Excerpt from Danger Zone by Debra Webb
Jackson County Hospital Scottsboro, Alabama
The lounge door flew open, Dr. Carla Blake stuck her head in and shouted, "Brace yourselves people, we've got victims from a five-car pileup coming through the doors any minute! We're going to need all hands."
Jenna Williams sighed and closed her locker, leaving her purse and coat inside. It happened every time she agreed to work an extra half shift. No matter that she'd been there since two that morning and it was now four in the afternoon, fate would see that going home wasn't an option for at least another hour. That it was Friday only stacked the odds against her. But that was the life of an E.R. nurse. Sometimes it was plain old inconvenient, but she loved her work and it paid the bills.
Two other nurses, along with one intern, who'd worked the extra-long shift exchanged weary glances with her, but not one complained out loud. Instead the group shuffled back out to the E.R. floor. Arguing or complaining would be pointless. When Dr. Blake spoke, the E.R. listened. She hadn't been dubbed the dictator for nothing.
Once the ambulances rolled in, thoughts of going home or the unfairness of it all vanished. The world narrowed until nothing else existed.
Gurneys rushed through the emergency entrance with paramedics shouting information about their patients.
Jenna jumped into the organized chaos, her movements instinctive and in precisely timed rhythm with her coworkers. Twelve victims arrived, two critical.
Just over ninety minutes later both criticals were in surgery and holding their own. Six of the other patients had been treated and released and the remaining four were admitted for observation related to moderate head injuries. The E.R. was quiet again and the exhausted staff released a collective sigh of relief. Not losing a patient after a major pileup was something to celebrate.
"Got any plans this weekend?"
Jenna glanced up from her locker and gave her friend Gina Daniels a you're kidding look. "Ballet practice with Bec. We're gearing up for recital. We'll be practicing every Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon from now until the end of May."