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geeky? No way.
    â€œIf that’s what it takes to get your attention, then I’m glad that I’m taller than you,” he said simply.

Chapter 4
    Zane noted that Georgeanne blinked at him as if she thought she wasn’t hearing correctly, but she smiled naturally. “I’m glad you’re tall, too. You can’t think how tiresome it is to tower above most men.”
    She didn’t know, he decided. She had no idea how beautiful she was. That had to be why she wasn’t picking up on his meaning. Her long curly lashes fluttered as she looked away.
    â€œYou can’t think how wonderful it is to find a woman who won’t make me feel I’m about to crush her or give her a stiff neck,” Zane countered. “You’re the perfect height, Georgie. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
    Georgeanne looked at him in an uncertain way, then gave him a firm smile. “I won’t. The best thing about being tall is that I’m well suited for things like painting and hauling ladders around.”
    Zane laughed, realizing Georgeanne had long ago accepted the fact that she was constitutionally incapable of sitting back while a man did all the work. If there was work to be done, she probably felt insulted if she wasn’t allowed to do her share.
    â€œI’m looking forward to meeting your dogs,” he said. “They aren’t the kind that chew up any male encroaching on their territory, are they?”
    She still didn’t take his interest in her personally. Or she refused to. Well, he’d just see about that.
    â€œBasically, they only want to be loved.” Georgeanne’s face bore a puzzled expression, as if she couldn’t imagine why he might want to visit her home. “I only have two dogs now. I’ve managed to find good homes for the others.”
    Two cheese enchilada dinners arrived, and Georgeanne looked thankful to have something other than his face to concentrate on. Before he could drag her attention back to him, someone interrupted.
    â€œExcuse me.” A teenage girl stood beside their table, gazing reverently at Zane. “May I please have your autograph?”
    Zane glanced up and smiled. “I’m not Hunter Howell, you know.”
    The girl gave a deep sigh and held out her book anyway. “You’re not?”
    â€œI’m not.” Zane signed his name in a thick, dark scrawl across a blank sheet of notebook paper. “I’m just a doctor. Not a very exciting person at all.”
    The girl accepted the notebook, studied the signature, and went back to her parents’ table with a posture eloquent of disappointment.
    â€œYou have the signature of a true doctor,” Georgeanne said, with her deep rich chuckle. “I suppose that’s why she believed you.”
    Zane laughed. “You should know. You’ve been seeing it long enough. You’re part of the reason why I decided to come see Dr. Baghri’s clinic for myself. I wanted to get a look at the woman who wrote me so faithfully.”
    â€œIn that case, I hope you weren’t disappointed.” She looked, as he had thought she might, totally astonished. “I’d hate to think my personal appearance put you off participating in Dr. Baghri’s clinic.”
    â€œOh, I wasn’t disappointed, Georgie. I wasn’t disappointed at all.” He smiled at her, a slow, hot smile that came straight from thoughts of how she would look without her clothes. “You were exactly what I hoped for, right down to the tips of those boots.”
    Georgeanne appeared to stop breathing while she stared at him.
    Zane looked back at her. Obviously, he had taken her by surprise, and whatever she expected from him, she had not expected an interest in her. He noted, with amusement, that she appeared to be searching her brain for an alternate meaning to his words.
    â€œI’m glad,” she said at length. “Does it bother