her, a dangerous gleam in his blue eyes as they swept her face. âOh, boy, oh, boy, I really do unsettle you, donât I, Riggs? Why is that, I wonder?â
âDo you want a list?â She backed away, trying to maintain her personal space. âAnd I canât imaginethis is exactly your idea of heaven either. Why did you agree to it?â
His blue eyes glittered. âI told you. Emotional blackmail on the part of my father. He was ill. He needed a holiday. He couldnât find anyone else. That kind of thing. Tugs at the heart.â
âYou donât have a heart.â
He grinned. âOuch. Been reading my press cuttings again, Riggs?â
âHardly.â Her glance was impatient. âThe way you run your love lifeâor should I say sex lifeâis your business. But the practice is my business. Your dad certainly never mentioned to me that he was having trouble finding anyone.â
Sam gave a careless shrug. âWell, the fact is Iâm here now. Make the most of me.â
She angled her head and lifted an eyebrow. âExcuse me? Iâm supposed to be honoured that youâve graced us with your presence? Let me tell you something, Dr Charm, Iâm not at all convinced youâll know a real patient when you see one. You see, here in real life surgery land, the problems arenât staged.â
His gaze didnât flicker. âIs that so?â
âWhat happens when you deal with something that doesnât make good television? Are you going to pass them through to me? Or do you grab a textbook?â
He examined his fingernails thoughtfully. âYou really arenât going to make this easy, are you, Riggs?â
She bit her lip. Somehow he made her feel small, childish. âItâs just that this practice is busy,â she said wearily, sweeping her dark hair away from her faceand risking eye contact. âI need proper help. Heavy-duty help.â
Sharp blue eyes searched hers. âMy dad hasnât been pulling his weight, has he?â
She didnât trust herself not to give too much away so her own eyes slid from his, away from that penetrating gaze that saw too much. âYour dad is a good doctor. The best.â
âBut he hasnât got the stamina that he used to,â Sam said softly, running a hand over the back of his neck and giving a frustrated sigh. âDamn. Itâs hard, watching your parents grow older. You have this vision of how they are and you never want it to change. I always knew this moment would come, but that doesnât make it any easier.â
She frowned. âWhat moment?â
His hand dropped to his side and his glance was ironic. âThe moment when I have to decide whether to go into the family business.â
âYou mean, take your fatherâs place?â She stared at him in horror. âYou canât possibly be serious! You donât need me to remind you that you couldnât wait to leave Cornwall at the earliest opportunity. Even if we go along with your dadâs plan, itâs only short term. No one suggested it was for ever. Heâs coming backâ¦â
Sam looked at her. âAnd when he does, heâll retire and spend his days fishing.â
Anna shook her head. âHe wonât retire.â
Sam gave a sigh and stabbed long fingers through his dark hair. âHe has to. We both know that. Andyou being stubborn about it isnât going to change that fact.â He paced over to the reception area. âBut while heâs working out how to break the news to you that this is all too much for him and he doesnât want to do it any more, weâll get the place in order. And work out a plan. Things are going to have to change around here.â
Anna felt as though sheâd been doused in cold water.
She didnât want things to change. She loved the way the practice was now. She loved working with David. They understood each other.
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