A Family Practice. Gayle Kasper

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СКАЧАТЬ Mariah could make a man want to stick around, seek a little of that comfort she dispensed.

      Finally finishing with his shoulder, she reached to cleanse the scrape along his jawline. Her touch was feather-soft, soothing.

      “I’m afraid you’re not going to feel like shaving anytime soon,” she said, cleansing his jaw and applying some cool ointment to it, something that smelled faintly of lavender.

      He knew she was right about the shaving. Maybe he’d grow a serious beard—and he wondered if Mariah would like the rasp of it when he kissed her.

      Before Luke let that thought play itself out further in his mind he reached up and grasped her hand. Her touch was driving him wild, her closeness a temptation he wasn’t sure he could resist, at least not for long.

      “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt—”

      “You didn’t hurt me,” he said. But neither could he let her touch him. The feel of her hands, no matter how purposeful, how innocent, was impossible for him to ignore. “I’m fine, Mariah. You’ve done enough.”

      She fixed him with a determined gaze and a stern lift of her chin. “That leg wound needs a dressing.”

      He groaned low in his throat, and was certain his soul was damned—damned by this bewitching female who was intent on helping him.

      It was just his rotten luck to find a perfectionist for a healer.

      “This will only take a minute,” she insisted. “It won’t hurt a bit. You’ll see.”

      Easy for her to say, Luke thought, as he steeled himself against her touch.

      Her hands were brisk, her movements sure and smooth. The woman was grace and loveliness, all rolled into an all-too-tempting package.

      He gritted his teeth as her fingers applied the gauze, pressing it against the raw gash. Every nerve ending jumped to attention at the lightest touch of her silky fingers.

      His wayward hormones must be there, too, he decided, because they sang with raw need at her closeness, her flowery scent, her soft, feminine heat.

      “There—that should do it,” she said, applying the last strip of tape and standing back to admire her handiwork.

      Her cheeks glowed, her eyes big and green in the play of light in the room. A smile brushed her sweet lips—and Luke knew he’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

      “Thank you,” he told her, though he suspected she didn’t need to hear it.

      It was simply her nature to help—whether it be man, woman or child. Mariah was a healer—as much as any doctor he knew. It flowed from her like a life force, a gift Luke had to envy.

      And admire.

      “I think Una probably has that chili ready—if you’re hungry,” she said, then began gathering up her medical supplies with skillful efficiency.

      “I’m starved,” he admitted. “Then I need to find someplace to stay for the night. Is there a motel in Sunrise?”

      “Sorry, no, there isn’t. There’s no place close. It’s not much, but there’s a small cabin out back. Callie likes to use it as her playhouse, but you’re welcome to it, if you like. It’s clean, and I can bring you some fresh linens. You’d be comfortable.”

      Luke didn’t doubt that. But how much more of her hospitality could he let himself accept?

      He started to refuse and then remembered he had no transportation. And he couldn’t ask her to drive him miles to the nearest hotel.

      She had Callie to consider.

      He’d have to take her up on her offer, then find a way to repay her for her kindness. As soon as his cycle was operational again, he’d be on his way.

      It was all he could do under the circumstances.

      “I accept,” he said. “At least for tonight.”

      Tomorrow he’d assess his circumstances and come up with an alternative plan, providing an alternative existed out here—miles from anywhere.

      

      A short time later they were gathered around the kitchen table, enjoying Una’s chili and warm corn bread. Mariah noticed that the beleaguered place mats were gone, replaced by her one good linen tablecloth. Una had obviously deemed this man deserving of special status.

      Callie had chosen to sit next to Luke, and she chattered away to him like a magpie. Her daughter was more exuberant than usual tonight.

      And Mariah had no doubt it was prompted by their guest.

      If Sunrise had a disadvantage it was in its sameness. Very little new or different made its way here. So Luke Phillips at tonight’s dinner table was an event on par with Christmas.

      Mariah stole a quick glance at him. He’d donned a fresh shirt pulled from one of his saddlebags, a white knit polo that hugged his muscled chest and showed off his tan to perfection.

      He’d borrowed her kitchen shears and fashioned his torn jeans into a pair of cutoffs. They, too, hugged him in dangerous places.

      He turned to glance at her, and she hoped he hadn’t caught her ogling. His face bore an uncertain expression, and she wondered what he was thinking.

      She sensed he was a man who concealed his emotions, not sharing them easily with others. It was something Mariah could understand. She shared herself only with a few people she knew and trusted.

      She glanced at Luke’s empty bowl. “Would you care for more chili?” she asked.

      He smiled and patted his flat stomach. “Thanks, but no. I’m definitely full.” He turned to Una seated at the other end of the table. “That was delicious, ma’am. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted any better.”

      Una let a rare smile slip, obviously pleased with the compliment.

      Was she, too, caught up in Luke’s charm?

      There were probably few females who could resist a man as compelling as Luke Phillips, she decided.

      Mariah didn’t know where he’d been headed on that big Harley of his, but he’d no doubt leave a trail of broken hearts along the way. And perhaps where he’d come from, as well.

      Was he married? There was no ring on his left hand, no lighter mark where one had been on his tanned skin.

      Did he have children?

      He seemed so capable, so at ease around Callie.

      What was his life? she wondered. And what was the cause of the pain she saw in his storm-blue eyes? She admitted she was curious, though she had no right to be.

      All she’d done was rescue him in the desert and treat his wounds.

      As soon as he had transportation again, he’d be leaving.

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