When Dr. Brook Wilson agreed to take on celebrity Italian race car driver Jason Maxwell, known as"The Baslicato," as her patient, little did she realize their relationship would turn her calm, pleasant, well-ordered, on-track life upside down, sending her on dangerous adventures in southern Italy, Utah, and northern Ohio.
As she prepares him for his big race, she must deal with his demented wife while driving her boyfriend, Dr, Garrett MacEgan into acts of criminal desperation in a attempt to hold on to her.
When tall, handsome British actor Richard MacKenzie wakes up in the hospital after an accident, he discovers he's a short Italian race car driver named Jason Maxwell, known as THE BASLICATO. And someone is trying to kill him.
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“Brook, would you look in on Thad Maxwell’s wild, crazy, daredevil kid? Thad has done so much for us. I really can’t refuse him my best doctor, now can I? And I know how much you love to patch up the soldiers of the world and send them right back into battle.”
“Of course, Garrett,” she laughed. “I never turn down a head injury. I just love a man with brain fog. Let me at him! I was done with my rounds anyway, so I’ll take a look at him now.”
“Here is his file,” said Garrett.
“Meet you in your office as soon as I’m done,” she said. “Think swaying palm trees, sweetie. Oh, did I tell you about the little red bikini I bought for our trip? Hmm?”
“Oh, you’re evil. Hurry up. I can barely contain myself.”
Brook walked down the hall to her new patient’s room. Okay, just this one more patient, and then she’d be off on that well-deserved, long overdue, one-month long vacation, thought Dr. Brook Nicole Wilson, humming and thinking of sunshine, turquoise blue water, and that slight island breeze, steel-drum music, palm trees, and a soft, sandy beach. She looked at the file in her hand and put her hand on the doorknob of Private Room 517.
Nicole! Nicole! I need you!
The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She got the shivers and a flutter in her stomach. Damn, she hoped she wasn’t coming down with something right before her long-awaited vacation. She’d been planning it for over a year now. She looked at the file, stamped Privacy, Mr. John Johnson. Written on the inside flap was ‘Jason Maxwell, head injury, amnesia, internationally known Italian race car driver, kidnap victim, son of Thaddeus Maxwell.’
“Dr. Wilson,” said Dr. Joe Mathews, “I thought you were done.”
“I was, but Dr. MacEgan asked me to look in on Mr. Johnson here.”
“Do you want me to take him, so you can start your vacation right now?”
“Oh, that’s a very tempting offer, but no, thanks, Dr. Mathews. I’m familiar with his type of head injury. It’ll only take a few minutes. Then we’ll be off for one long awaited vacation.”
“And where are West Memorial’s Dynamic Duo Doctor Pair going?”
“Bermuda,” laughed Brook. “Dynamic Duo. Batman? Oh, no, Joe, he thinks of himself more along the line of Superman than Batman.”
“No, Brook, you’re being far too kind. He thinks of himself as the Almighty Brain God. But we love him and do whatever the Great One wishes.”
“Well, ‘the Brain God’ reserved a room with no phones, no machines, no monitors, no pagers, no electronics of any kind. Garrett even asked for a room with no television or radio and he’s bringing his wind-up clock. Joe, I can’t wait. We’re both so exhausted. Maybe this vacation is what he needs to bring him back down to earth and be happy to just be a human being again. He puts himself under such huge pressure. He never rests. And we both know what a fantastic job he does day in and day out, and he has never lost a patient. I’ll do all I can to help him to relax and feel merely mortal again.”
“You need this vacation as much as he does, so relax and have some fun. Do you remember what that is?”
“Fun? No. All I want is beach and sand and warm water, and Garrett, of course, and one of those drinks with the little umbrella in it. Maybe two. Okay, three.”
“Have a great trip, Brook. You two deserve it. Come home with a whole collection of those little umbrellas, okay? I’ll do my best to keep the place running while you two are gone.”
“Thank you, Joe. And don’t worry. You’ll do a great job.”
“That’s only because The Great One has this place running on automatic.” They both laughed and nodded.
She opened the door to find her patient resting. She closed the door and approached the bed. His eyes were closed.
“Mr. Maxwell? Mr. Maxwell, I’m Dr. Wilson. I’m a neurologist. Your father called me in as your specialist.” He stirred. He opened his eyes and gave her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen in her life. It was heart stopping. And those eyes! And just where have YOU been all my life, she thought to herself, surprised by her own reaction to him.
“Hello, my love, I am so glad you’re here. I’ve been calling you. Did you hear me?” He reached for her and pulling up toward her, hugged her middle tightly, burying his head in her breasts, and leaving her momentarily stunned.
“Oh, my head hurts. Nothing makes any sense. What happened to me, do you know? Did they tell you anything? They won’t tell me a damn thing. They just tell me to rest,” he said.
She hugged him back just enough to hit the button on the other side of his bed. Her two assistants came in and pulled him off of her.
“Nicole, love, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”
“Mr. Maxwell, listen to me carefully. I am afraid you have me confused with someone else. I am your new doctor, Dr. Brook Wilson. Now, are you going behave and keep your hands to yourself or do I need to restrain you?”
He looked at her and blinked. He became very agitated.
“Nicole? Keep my hands to my… What’s the meaning of this? You know me! You know who I am. Richard. Richard MacKenzie, your husband, not some… Mr. Maxwell. And you are my wife, Nicole,” he said unwaveringly. He paused and thought a moment and began to doubt himself. “Oh, what’s the matter with me? Nicole, why don’t you know me? My God, will this bloody nightmare never end?” He held his head with both hands, visibly shaken. She very gently injected him with something to calm him down, to make him sleep a little, and give her some time to figure out what was going on here. She didn’t let him see the needle. Somehow, she knew he hated needles. She noticed he was dehydrated. What had happened to him? What had they done to him? She checked his chart. He didn’t come in through the regular emergency room route and he had not been given any kind of preliminary examination. And she wanted a thorough one.
“Where are his personal belongings?”
She was handed a bag. Inside were a bloody long sleeved white shirt, good quality, and a pair of jeans.
“This is it? This poor man has experienced more trauma than a bump on his head. Take off his jogging suit. Dell, record my observations for Dr. MacEgan.
