It Takes Practice

Let doubters doubt! Fitz means to convince Nathan seven years isn't too long to wait for a second chance at the love of a lifetime.

Dr Nathan Rey, general practitioner, has endured a case of broken heart syndrome for a handful of years and counting after his wild, bad-boy lover disappeared just before he received his licence. Though it's got easier—one or two flights of erotic fancy a year instead of every night—Nathan couldn't say it's got better. He still can't forget the charismatic Fitz, and no one he's met since then could begin to compare.

Still, Nathan's certain he would have someday stopped daydreaming and moved on. He would have found someone else. Filled the empty spots in his life, his heart, and his home. His bed.

That is, if his part-time nurse hadn't eloped overnight.

If, unable to find someone local right away, he hadn't called upon the services of a temp agency.

And if the nurse the agency sent to him, certified and licenced, had been anyone but Fitz himself, with far more than work on his mind.

Love isn't always easy, and it's very rarely simple. More often than not—it takes practice.