From Denise Swanson’s Devereaux’s Dime Store Mysteries
Do you watch all those medical shows on television? You know, like House and Grey’s Anatomy and Private Practice. Now that I’m a doctor myself I can’t stand to watch those shows, but growing up I never missed an episode of Chicago Hope, ER, and Doogie Howser, M.D. By the time I was twelve, I knew two things. One, that I wanted to be a doctor, and two, that I loved Devereaux Sinclair.
So far, my first goal is working out much better than my second one. I was the top of my class in high school and was accepted into the combined B.A. and M.D. program at the University of Missouri’s School of Medicine, which had allowed me to graduate in six years. Afterwards, I did a three-year residency in family medicine, then returned to my hometown of Shadow Bend, Missouri, and opened the Underwood Clinic. It’s the only medical facility in a forty-mile radius and I’m happy to provide medical services to the community. On the negative side, the clinic is always crowded, and due to long hours and low pay, I haven’t been unable to lure another physician into joining my practice, so I have very little free time.
Which leads me to the second item on my life plan, marrying Dev. Unfortunately, although we were off to a good start, going steady when we were teenagers, our relationship had a bit of a stumble when her dad was accused of embezzlement, then convicted of vehicular manslaughter and sent to prison. Up until that point, even though my mother wasn’t thrilled, she tolerated Dev as my girlfriend, but after that, Mom waged all-out war to make me break up with Dev. I resisted all her threats to cut me off without a dime, send me to military school, and even kick me out of the house, but when she said that she’d make sure Dev’s grandmother was investigated for collusion on the embezzlement, I ended things with Dev.
And that’s where things stood for close to thirteen years. But a few months ago, Dev finally let me explain what had happened and agreed to give me another chance. Sure, she says she only wants to be friends. Then there’s the little problem that she’s dating Jake Del Vecchio, but I’m convinced that if she and I are together enough, Dev will see that I’m the man for her and tell Deputy Dawg goodbye.
With Dev’s BFF, Boone St. Onge, accused of murder, I’m going to do everything in my power to help her figure out the identity of the real killer. And since Dev and I will be spending a lot of time working on the case together, I’m positive she’ll realize that I’m the guy she loves.
How about you? Did love come easy or did you have to work for it?
Nicked-and-Dimed-to Death debuted March 5.www.DeniseSwanson.com
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