Willa finished threading an IV needle into a vein on her latest patient’s hand. “Lucy Tuktiak and Sheila Kesuk are trying to talk your new pilot into dating one of their daughters.” She paused. “Maybe more than dating.” Willa’s head came up at that. “Good Lord. Okay, I’ll be right out.” She quickly finished getting the IV running then went out front. Lucy and Sheila had Liam trapped in a corner, the mop and bucket the only things between him and two determined husband-hunting mommas. “I’m sorry,” he said, the whites of his eyes clearly visible. “But I can’t marry either of your daughters.” “Why not?” Lucy asked. “My Tammy is a good cook and nice-looking.” “Not as pretty as Carrie,” Sheila said. “Ladies, I’m flattered, but I’m not interested in settling down.” “You’re the perfect husband,”
