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looked. Luc liked her voice and found himself wondering what she would look like flustered. That hair spread out around her flushed… Don’t go there, Luc.
    He spread his expressive hands wide, inviting her inspection. ‘Do I look like I have need of a doctor?’ she heard him demand with vitality leaking out of every gorgeous pore.
    He looked, from the top of his dark head to his… Her eyes dropped and her tummy did a crazy little back flip as she registered that his feet were the same even, toasty brown as the rest of him—at least the bits she could see. Not thatshe had any desire to see any more—what she was seeing was quite enough!
    No doubt he’d be standing there oozing the same level of self-assurance if he had been bare all over.
    Megan lowered her eyes quickly as the image that accompanied this maverick thought brought a lick of heat to her pale cheeks.
    â€˜I’m not that sort of doctor,’ she mumbled. With thoughts like hers it was just as well—she’d have been struck off!
    When she looked up a moment later he was still surveying her in unfriendly silence. The moment and the silence lasted too long for her comfort. His expression remained vaguely hostile as he brushed a hand carelessly along his chiselled jaw—God, but this man had perfect bones!—leaving a faint smudge of paint against his olive skin.
    For no logical reason she could figure, she found herself wondering what he would do if she licked her finger and wiped the offending mark away from his smooth, blemish-free skin. She took a deep breath, horrified by the direction of her wilful imagination.
    It was time to take control here.

CHAPTER TWO
    L UC had obviously reached the same conclusion and he got in before Megan.
    â€˜I don’t know how you got in here, Doctor , but I’d like you to go back the way you came.’
    Or else —unspoken but definite, the warning hung in the air.
    It wasn’t his threatening posture that bothered Megan, it was the illicit and inexplicable little shiver that traced a path up her spine. Good looks, even ones as spectacular as his, she could take in her stride. At a subconscious level she recognised it was the earthy, sensual quality that he possessed in abundance that had her standing there like some inarticulate teenager.
    She blinked, determined to rectify any false impression she had given that she was a brainless bimbo. Actually she had forgotten to breathe, which might account for the dizzy sensation; she took a deep, gulping gasp and immediately felt a little better.
    â€˜Well, unless your short-term memory is shot to hell you ought to know…you asked me in,’ she reminded him.
    A flicker of something that might have been surprise flickered behind his sensational eyes for a split second before shoulders that any athlete would have envied lifted fractionally. ‘And now I’m asking you to leave.’
    This was no invitation—it was an order.
    Megan’s chin went up the same way it had been doing, if her mother was to be believed, for twenty-nine years whenever she had been told what to do. ‘I came to see Mr Patrick.’
    The grey eyes narrowed but stayed like lasers on her focused face. The dark rings surrounding his irises highlighted the pale metallic colour of his eyes.
    Did he ever blink…?
    He gave another graceful shrug. ‘Well, as you can see, I’m the only one here.’ He placed the towel he had been holding on a dust-cloth covered table and picked up a bottle of mineral water. He unscrewed the top and raised it to his lips.
    So she’d been dismissed…? Did he actually think she was going to leave just because he told her to…? The angry glow in her eyes became distracted as she watched the contraction of muscles in his brown neck as he swallowed, there was a faint sheen of moisture on his skin. She looked away.
    â€˜Is Mr Patrick likely to be home soon?’
    â€˜Are you a