Reindeer and Gingerbread

** Three Doctors at Christmas **

Brooke Chandler has lost so many jobs, her father forces her to work for the family business—Santa's Playground. Her job is to work in the bakery and to take care of the reindeer.

When leaving a coffee shop, Brooke notices a good-looking man entering the business and walks right into the glass door. What a way to meet someone—especially when he's Dr. Wyatt Vaughn, who's also dating the enemy.

Excerpt

As Brooke Chandler watched the blue-eyed gorgeous man enter the two-door establishment, wham—she slammed face-first into the closed glass coffee shop door on her way out.

She staggered backward and put her hands on her forehead, the pain from her lip and her nose reaching her brain. "Ow," she moaned.

Mr. Gorgeous stepped closer. "Miss? Are you okay?"

"Um…" Once she moved her hands, she touched her sore lip and checked her fingers. At least she wasn't bleeding. "I'm an idiot. That's what I get for not watching what I was doing."

Mr. Gorgeous put his hand on her arm and directed her to a chair. "Sit here for a minute." He forced her into the seat.

She tried to stand up but he pushed her back down and knelt beside her in a totally hot move. This guy was so handsome, from his short wavy brown hair to the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Even his nose was perfect. He also had this air of confidence that was undeniably the 'it' factor for any man. Women probably groveled at his feet; he was that gorgeous.

But Brooke had to play it cool. She donned an angry expression, just so she wouldn't swoon. "Am I being kidnapped?" She glanced down at his hand, still on her arm, to take her thoughts away from his touchable face.

The man chuckled, forcing her to look up at two small dimples making an appearance on his cheeks. She was such a sucker for dimples.

"No," he said. "I just want to make sure you aren't having some sort of concussion." He seemed to stare at her arm, finally lifting the fabric on her sleeve into his fingers. "Where's your coat?"

She glanced downward at her jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt covered by a thick flannel shirt. It wasn't that strange an outfit, but the guy deserved an answer, so she looked back up at him. "I was in a hurry this morning and ran out of the reindeer pen too fast." He'd better not judge her for being poor.

His eyebrows careened upward. "Reindeer? Were you with Santa?"

She chuckled. "Nope. He has the day off."

As the man stood up in front of her, he did a quick check of his watch. "He does? But it's Tuesday, and less than a week until Christmas. I'm sure he has a lot to do."

She rolled her eyes. "He always seems to have the day off, even on weekdays. Us peons have to do his dirty work. I wish he'd pull his weight but he keeps saying he's working on the sleigh." She leaned up a bit. "We all know better. He's just lazy. I swear that guy only works one day a year."

Mr. Gorgeous seemed to be amused but Brooke was serious.

She continued. "I wish my brothers and sisters would help, but they have their own lives to deal with." She blew out a breath. "I'm glad I'm not in any of their shoes."

"Why is that?"

"Don't worry about it." She waved him off and then felt her lip. "I think I'm fine. It'll swell, but I'll live." She stood up. "Thanks for talking to me." She tried to walk away, but Mr. Gorgeous grabbed her arm.

"Wait," he said in his deep voice. "I want to make sure you're fine later on today. Can I call you?"

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Some come-on line."