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Authors: Jennifer Taylor
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, nonfiction, Contemporary, Medical, series, Western, Genre Fiction, Westerns, Harlequin Medical Romance
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his parlous state of mind. However, he was only flesh and blood and he couldn’t help wanting to spend time with her even if he wasn’t sure if it was wise.
Rachel made a quick trip to the bathroom as soon as her last patient had left. If she’d had any idea that she would be going out that night she would have worn something more glamorous than the sober grey suit she had put on that morning. There wasn’t much she could do about it now, so she washed her face, applied a fresh coat of lipstick and fluffed up her hair, wishing as she did every day that it would lie smoothly around her face instead of insisting on curling so riotously. Still, it was thick and glossy and that was something in its favour even if it refused to be tamed.
She went back to her room and was just attempting to struggle into her coat when Matt appeared. He looked so big and handsome as he came striding into the room that her heart gave a girlish leap of delight. She could just imagine him striding across the deck of a pirate ship, or riding hell for leather across an open plain. He was real hero material from the top of his dark hair to the tips of his well-shod feet, she decided dreamily.
‘Need a hand with that?’
He took the coat from her and slid it up her arms before she could blink, and she shivered when she felt his hands smoothing the collar into place. Even though there were several layers of clothing between his hands and her flesh, she could feel her skin tingling, tiny flurries of heat that scorched along her veins and made it difficult to think. It was only when he removed his hands that she was able to pull herself together and she sighed softly. She needed to keep her emotions under far tighter control if she wasn’t to make a fool of herself tonight.
‘Thanks. I just need to get my bag then I’m ready to leave,’ she told him, determined not to get sidetracked again. She bent over to open the bottom drawer of the desk, quite forgetting about her injured knee, and gasped when it suddenly gave way beneath her.
‘Careful!’ Matt grabbed hold of her arm and steadied her. He shook his head. ‘What did I say before about you asking for help, Rachel? Leave it. I’ll get it.’ Bending down, he retrieved the bag, grimacing when he discovered how heavy it was. ‘What on earth do you keep in this thing? It weighs a ton.’
‘Oh, just the usual things,’ she replied, making a mental note to be more careful in future. She was trying to remain on even keel and that wouldn’t be possible if at every turn Matt ended up touching her. Her heart lurched as she recalled the strength of his grasp as he had set her safely back on her feet and she hurried on. ‘The problem is that I never seem to get round to clearing out the clutter and just keep adding to it.’
‘You women and your handbags,’ Matt declared, rolling his eyes as she limped around the desk.
‘Look who’s talking,’ she retorted, glancing pointedly at his case. ‘You don’t exactly travel light yourself, do you?’
‘Ah, but the difference is that all I keep in here are essentials—pills and potions, etcetera.’ He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm as naturally as though it had been part of their daily routine for ever and laughed, mercifully covering the tiny gasp that escaped her when she found herself pressed against the solid length of his body.
‘And that’s it? You’re willing to swear on oath that you don’t keep anything else in there?’ she retorted, doing her best to keep her emotions firmly leashed.
‘Of course,’ he declared loftily, pausing in the doorway to switch off the lights. ‘Everything this case contains is work-related.’
They headed along the corridor at a snail’s pace, Matt adjusting his speed to accommodate the fact that she couldn’t hurry. Whilst Rachel appreciated his thoughtfulness it didn’t help one little bit. Each slow, deliberate stride he took brought his hip and thigh into even closer contact
Rachel made a quick trip to the bathroom as soon as her last patient had left. If she’d had any idea that she would be going out that night she would have worn something more glamorous than the sober grey suit she had put on that morning. There wasn’t much she could do about it now, so she washed her face, applied a fresh coat of lipstick and fluffed up her hair, wishing as she did every day that it would lie smoothly around her face instead of insisting on curling so riotously. Still, it was thick and glossy and that was something in its favour even if it refused to be tamed.
She went back to her room and was just attempting to struggle into her coat when Matt appeared. He looked so big and handsome as he came striding into the room that her heart gave a girlish leap of delight. She could just imagine him striding across the deck of a pirate ship, or riding hell for leather across an open plain. He was real hero material from the top of his dark hair to the tips of his well-shod feet, she decided dreamily.
‘Need a hand with that?’
He took the coat from her and slid it up her arms before she could blink, and she shivered when she felt his hands smoothing the collar into place. Even though there were several layers of clothing between his hands and her flesh, she could feel her skin tingling, tiny flurries of heat that scorched along her veins and made it difficult to think. It was only when he removed his hands that she was able to pull herself together and she sighed softly. She needed to keep her emotions under far tighter control if she wasn’t to make a fool of herself tonight.
‘Thanks. I just need to get my bag then I’m ready to leave,’ she told him, determined not to get sidetracked again. She bent over to open the bottom drawer of the desk, quite forgetting about her injured knee, and gasped when it suddenly gave way beneath her.
‘Careful!’ Matt grabbed hold of her arm and steadied her. He shook his head. ‘What did I say before about you asking for help, Rachel? Leave it. I’ll get it.’ Bending down, he retrieved the bag, grimacing when he discovered how heavy it was. ‘What on earth do you keep in this thing? It weighs a ton.’
‘Oh, just the usual things,’ she replied, making a mental note to be more careful in future. She was trying to remain on even keel and that wouldn’t be possible if at every turn Matt ended up touching her. Her heart lurched as she recalled the strength of his grasp as he had set her safely back on her feet and she hurried on. ‘The problem is that I never seem to get round to clearing out the clutter and just keep adding to it.’
‘You women and your handbags,’ Matt declared, rolling his eyes as she limped around the desk.
‘Look who’s talking,’ she retorted, glancing pointedly at his case. ‘You don’t exactly travel light yourself, do you?’
‘Ah, but the difference is that all I keep in here are essentials—pills and potions, etcetera.’ He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm as naturally as though it had been part of their daily routine for ever and laughed, mercifully covering the tiny gasp that escaped her when she found herself pressed against the solid length of his body.
‘And that’s it? You’re willing to swear on oath that you don’t keep anything else in there?’ she retorted, doing her best to keep her emotions firmly leashed.
‘Of course,’ he declared loftily, pausing in the doorway to switch off the lights. ‘Everything this case contains is work-related.’
They headed along the corridor at a snail’s pace, Matt adjusting his speed to accommodate the fact that she couldn’t hurry. Whilst Rachel appreciated his thoughtfulness it didn’t help one little bit. Each slow, deliberate stride he took brought his hip and thigh into even closer contact
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