cameraman who was still hovering. âPerhaps we should film you discussing itâit might be interesting.â
âWell, unless you want to film something which needs a warning for bad language and violence, I suggest you switch off the camera and go and have a cream tea in the village,â Anna said sweetly, her eyes still blazing into Samâs. âYou and me. Inside. Now.â
Without waiting for the sharp comment that she knew would come, she turned and strode to the front door, unlocking it and letting herself in. Functioning on automatic, she switched off the alarm and picked up the post, aware that he was behind her.
âDonât you have a receptionist any more? What happened to Glenda?â He peered behind the empty reception area with a frown and she gritted her teeth.
She didnât need his comments on the way the surgery ran.
âGlenda is sometimes a bit late,â she muttered, dropping the post behind Reception, ready for Glenda to sort out when she arrived. âSheâll be here in a minute.â
âLate?â He frowned, his expression suddenly thoughtful. âBut she used to be the most punctual person in the world. Really dedicated. Why would Glenda be late?â
Anna bit her lip. Sheâd asked herself the same question a few times lately and she was steeling herself to address the matter with Glenda. But there was no way she was discussing this with Sam McKenna.
âItâs really none of your business,â she said coldly, and he gave a dismissive shrug.
âFair enough. Just didnât sound much like the Glenda I used to know, thatâs all.â
âWell, you havenât exactly been spending much time around here lately and people do change,â Anna said tartly.
He ran a hand over his jaw, his expression thoughtful. âHave you tackled her?â
She gave an impatient sigh. âNo. No, actually, I havenât. If you must know, I havenât had time to breathe or eat in the last few months, let alone sit down and get cosy with the staff.â
His eyes narrowed and his gaze swept her face. âThat bad, huh?â
She gritted her teeth again and cursed herself for showing emotion in front of Sam. He would waste no time throwing it back at her. âNot bad. Just busy. And if itâs all right by you, Iâd like to drop the subject now. When I need your advice, Iâll ask for it.â
âNo, you wouldnât.â He hooked his fingers into the pockets of his jeans and lounged against the reception desk. He had a lean, athletic physique, honed to perfection by his obsession with dangerous sports. âYou wouldnât ask my advice if you were hanging off a cliff by your fingernails. Youâre so crazily independent, Riggs, that youâd drown rather than ask someone to throw you a lifebelt.â
âThen itâs a good job Iâm not drowning,â she said coldly, walking through to the reception area and automatically picking up some scattered toys and returning them to the basket. âAnd for your information, Iâd take the lifebelt as long as you werenât the one throwing it. Now, are we going to sort this problem out?â
He shrugged and stifled a yawn. âWhatâs there to sort out? You need a locum. Iâm here.â
She straightened one of the chairs. âAs far as Iâm concerned, those two statements are not linked.â
He drew a breath and she lifted a hand to indicate that she hadnât finished. âWhat I need, McKenna, is a serious doctor willing to do some serious work. What I donât need is some image-hungry film-star medic with an over-inflated ego which is going to get in my way every time I try and see a patient.â
To her surprise and immense irritation, he smiled. An all-male, sexy smile that tugged something deep in her pelvis.
Damn, he irritated her.
Completely aware of that fact, he straightened up and strolled towards
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