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Strathlochan was meant to deliver you a less hassled lifestyle!'
    'Yeah? Where did you get that crazy idea from?' Despite his edgy mood, Cameron had laughed. 'I've been working harder than ever, knocking things into shape. Everything depends on the outcome of tomorrow's meeting. If that comes off, things will be so hectic here I may have to go back to London for a rest!'
    Iain's brown eyes had darkened with rueful amusement. 'Sure. Like you're not the most driven, work-obsessed guy I know! Fancy a lift to the station?'
    'Are you sure? That would save time—if the papers ever come, that is. I thought it was too good to be true that everything fitted neatly together for a simple three-day trip.'
    'When do you start your hospital work?'
    His impatience growing, Cameron checked his watch again. 'First Monday of September. I'll be doing some part-time consultations until my own project gets going. Plus the private patients and self-help groups I already have up and running. I—' He broke off as the fax machine clattered to life. 'About bloody time.'
    They probably broke the odd speed limit heading into Strathlochan so he could catch the next London-bound train, Cameron admitted, but nothing and no one was going to stand in the way of him achieving his ends. The new self-harm facility he planned for the area was far too important, not just to him but to the patients who depended on him. Iain had accused him of being driven. He was. He had to be. Pain threatened to swamp him with unbearable memories. Once he had been too late, had let someone down. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure that never happened again.
    Iain pulled up in front of the station, taking the place of a ridiculous-looking purple Fiat that drew away ahead of them. 'Good luck.'
    Thanks, Iain.' Cameron ruthlessly banished his dark thoughts, grabbed his things and closed the door, leaning in the window for a parting goodbye. 'I'll see you and Maxine when I get back. Take care of my godchild—I don't want him born before I get back.'
    'Maxine's reply to that would burn your ears! She wants junior out of there right now. She says she's never letting me near her again.'
    Curbing a rush of bitter memories, Cameron managed a smile. 'I don't blame her!'
    Now, lulled by the rhythm of the train, Cameron leaned back against the seat and contemplated this dual-purpose trip to London. It was going to be hectic, and he would rather not have been called as an expert witness for a court case on the same day he had to present his proposals for his own project. But he had promised, and the sooner it was over the sooner he could leave London for good and devote all his energies to his future plans in Strathlochan.
    Movement diverted his attention and he sneaked a sideways glance in time to see the woman push her notepad aside. With an audible sigh of frustration she set down her pen. Closing her eyes, she gathered up her long hair, tilting her head back to let whatever breeze the tiny window delivered fan across her neck and throat. The actions caused her top to tighten over the lushest of breasts. Cameron swallowed as raw, animal desire stabbed through him. No wonder the poor guy who had briefly sat opposite her had tried so ineptly to chat her up. If she did this hair-and-arched-neck thing again, he wouldn't be responsible for his own actions.
    That she was innocently unaware of her desirability, and completely without artifice, was apparent when she released her hair, allowing it to fall like a golden halo round her face and shoulders. She glanced round, smothering a yawn, her iridescent turquoise eyes widening in shock as she met his gaze. Cameron did nothing to hide his masculine appreciation, seeing a flush of awareness wash across her cheeks before she folded her arms across her delightful chest and hurriedly looked back at her work.
    What was the matter with him? He was heading to London on one of the most important missions of his life, and all he could