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Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5

By:Hazel Gower

Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5
Hazel Gower

       DEDICATION

To all my fans who love this series. Thank you for your emails and messages for more caveman.





Acknowledgements

A huge shout out to my editor Diana for working with me. Thank you for  all your hard work and suggestions. You've helped this book shine.

To all the women in my Hazel's Haven thanks for your support.

To Lisa, thanks for your input.

Lastly, but certainly not least, thanks to my family and Jess for always  being my support system and listening to me bitch and moan when  characters aren't doing what I want them to. I love you.





Blurb





Carl

My family believes they're gifted by gypsies to find their soulmate, but  I always thought it was bullshit. I don't think it's a gift. I believe  we're cursed. I'm forty five and still haven't found my mate, and my  nephews use me as an example to prove my theory that we're cursed. After  watching my brothers and two of my nephews find their soulmates, I've  given up hope. Now I'm known as the cranky reclusive uncle. I don't care  what my family thinks as long as they leave me in peace.

Not only am I from one of the most powerful family's, the Silverman's,  I'm one of the best doctors in Australia. I devote my days to bettering  my skills and don't care how others see me. Everything changes though  when I find out the curse is in fact real, and meet my soulmate  Annabelle. There's a problem though, she doesn't seem very impressed by  me.





Annabelle

My life changed in a moment when Carl Silverman, pompous know-it-all,  kidnapped me from the hospital where I was visiting my mother. He's  convinced I-quiet, plain, little old librarian -am his soulmate. I feel a  strange pull towards him and I can't deny our attraction, but I don't  know if I'm ready for a relationship with someone like Carl.





Carl

Caveman Instinct  –  Volume 2.5

Hazel Gower





Chapter one





Carl

"Oh my. Who is that? He's delicious." I could feel eyes on me, but I didn't even bother looking. I wasn't interested.

"Shhhh, quiet. Don't let him hear you. He's an arsehole. He may look  good enough to eat, but he's poison. That fine specimen is the famous  doctor Silverspoon."

"No way." The first voice now whispered. "He's real? I thought the doctors just made him up to scare the interns."

"No. He's real, and he's the biggest douche around." The voices faded, but I didn't care anyway.

They always talked about me and I didn't give a flying fuck what any of  them thought of me. The nasty gossip had been going on for years and I  knew it would never change. They were all beneath me. I was a Silverman,  but I was still the doctor they avoided. I was the doctor interns  begged not to be put on rotation with. My nick name was Silverspoon,  because they said the silver spoon is stuck up my arse. Ha, ha. I didn't  find it funny, but apparently all my work colleagues find it hilarious.  There was even a running joke they played on new people telling them to  call for Mr. Silverspoon, or told them it was my name and so when they  introduced themselves they called me by that. When I was younger the  name had hurt, but as I aged I realized I didn't care what the ignorant  idiots thought of me, what anyone thought of me. The only person I cared  about was me. No one else was going to care for me if I didn't. I was  one of the best damn doctors in the hospital. Probably the state. So I  ignored their jokes and snide comments.

Being the youngest of four and a late in life baby to my parents, I  watched my much older brothers move out of home, fall in love, and have  children. I always thought I would follow in their footsteps. It never  happened. As the years went by, I never met any woman and that dream  faded. I stopped believing in love, or what my family called the gift of  the gypsies, a gift that helped every Silverman find his one true love.

When I first started my residency I was too busy to care that I hadn't  found anyone. When I finished my residency and choose to specialize in  general, I started to worry that I hadn't found my one, my soul mate. My  older brothers had been married for years and all had children. I  hadn't even met anyone. So I started going out and dating, seeing if I  could find the woman who was meant to be mine, hoping to feel something.  I admit the closer I got to forty, the less I believed in the stupid  gift and the more I came to see it as a curse.

At almost forty six, I thought the gypsy gift, or curse, was a made up  story to help keep the Silverman men faithful to their women. I didn't  believe for one friggin' second that my very young nephews had suddenly  fallen under the curse. I called bullshit.                       
       
           



       

"Dr Silverman to consult in emergency." Getting up out of the chair, I logged off the computer and made my way to emergency.

* * * *





Annabelle

"Mum, can you stop chatting up the nurses?"

My mother rolled her eyes as she lay in the hospital bed. "She was hot. Stop being such a Debbie downer."

I closed my eyes and prayed for patience. My mother had been rushed to  hospital only half an hour ago. I'd left work in a rush thanks to  Principal Ranch telling me I had to stay until school finished. I had  one class left when I received the phone call, but he wouldn't get  anyone to cover for me so I could leave and get to my mother even though  I covered for teachers and other work mates all the time. I was a  school librarian and I loved my job, but over the last couple of years  I'd noticed more and more, that I was the teacher that did everyone  favors, but I never got any in return. I always stayed back until well  after school finished at three thirty, catching up on work.

I didn't mind too much though. I mean, I had my dream job. Books were my  world. From a young age I would escape in as many books as I could. The  library was my safe place. I was conceived as the result of my mum and  one of her friends having a one night stand of sorts. My mother wanted  to make sure she was gay and, as she tells it, see what all the hype was  about being with a man. The one night not only confirmed she was a  lesbian, but it conceived me. Children were fine until a parent or older  kids found out about my mother. Then the teasing began and it always  escalated into bullying. So I ended up spending most of my childhood in  the library hiding away.

"Do you think they called a hot doctor?" I opened my eyes and glared at  my mother. Since the pain meds had kicked in she hadn't shut up and had  become very crude. "I haven't had doctor pussy in years."

I covered my ears, horrified at what my mother was saying so loudly in  the emergency room with five other beds not far from hers. Letting my  hands fall I leaned forward and hissed, "Stop it! People don't want to  hear that. My God, I don't even want to hear that."

My mother sighed as dramatically as you can from a hospital bed. "You need to get laid, daughter of mine."

Groaning, I wished the floor would open and swallow me. At least the  curtains were drawn around the bed giving us a tiny bit of privacy.

"You know. I bet you could call yourself a born again virgin. I think  it's like five years. I mean when was the last time you cleaned out down  there honey?"

"Mum," I growled, humiliated. I hoped the other patients were too sick  to hear what my mother was saying. It had been a very long time, but I  wasn't telling my mum, especially not now. If I went off what my mother  was saying, I was almost a virgin twice over at the ripe old age of  thirty one. Argh! I was so pathetic.

Needing to get away from my mother for a moment before I either broke  down or strangled her, I stood and stared at her lying in the bed. "I'm  going to go check on how much longer we have to wait for a doctor and go  grab myself something to eat and a coffee." I needed to go for a walk  too, clear my head before I came back in to my mum. By the looks of my  mum, I needed to call Principal Ranch and ask if he could give me time  off. I'd also give my best friend Brent a call and see if he could pop  by my house and check on Sherlock, my German shepherd.

My mum winked at me. "Sure, go check out what they have to offer around  here." I knew she wasn't talking about food, but I could also see that  whatever meds she'd been given by the nurse had not only just stopped  her feeling pain, but made her high as a kite.

Not bothering to answer mum, I smiled at her and backed out of the curtain drawn cubical.

* * * *

Mum had appendicitis. As soon as they'd confirmed this she was booked  and taken to the operating room. After, a nurse came and told me my  mother was in recovery, that the surgery had been fine, and they'd had  no complications.

A heavy weight on my chest had been lifted and I walked to an exit  needing fresh air. My mum drove me crazy, but I loved her and didn't  know what I would do without her. Whilst mum had been in surgery I'd  rung work and explained the situation. Principal Ranch was an arsehole.  He'd told me that it wasn't in the school's budget to find a replacement  for me while I took a holiday. I'd explained my mother was in hospital,  but for some reason he didn't believe me. I should have argued that I  really was looking after my mother. I should have told him that I was  entitled to time off, but I didn't. I apologized for calling him at home  and that I would see him Tuesday morning. Argh, I was such a pushover.  Thank God it was a long weekend, and I had Monday off to help mum.                       

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