Doctor Right. Janet Tronstad

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      “You’re not thinking of one of those fancy women, I hope.” Alex said, wondering why he was going so easy on her.

      Maryann shook her head. “I was thinking of Belinda Edwards.”

      “Who?” Alex’s smile disappeared. He hadn’t really thought she had someone specific in mind for him. That changed everything.

      Maryann took a step back. “You know. She’s the single mom who works in the office at the grade school. Long red hair and glasses. Midtwenties. She’s taking some online college courses to improve herself. She likes camping and watching DVDs at home. I’m pretty sure she’d go out with you if you asked.”

      Alex was stunned. He still couldn’t believe it. “You haven’t just been talking? You’ve actually been matching me up?”

      “Well, I haven’t asked her if she’s interested, but she does seem nice.”

      Suddenly Alex didn’t feel like teasing her anymore. How could she call him an ice man, when she was trying to marry him off to someone he’d never even had a conversation with? That was more than a little cold. “Do you even know this woman?”

      “Belinda gets her hair cut at the same place I do. She’s got gorgeous hair, by the way. And I like her.”

      “You haven’t been in Treasure Creek much more than a month. How often have you had your hair cut in that time?” he asked.

      Alex couldn’t believe Maryann was standing there smiling at him, like he should be grateful she was trying to find some woman to marry him. Like he was desperate. Like he didn’t have things he needed to do before he settled down and got married.

      “I don’t have time to date anyone,” Alex said with as much dignity as he could manage. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to do some paperwork.”

      He walked down to the exam room and closed the door. He didn’t have anything to write, and she probably knew it.

      But at least he’d gotten away with his self-respect intact. He’d been so sure the story had been reported to him with errors. He hadn’t admitted it to himself until now, but he’d been confident she’d started that conversation with her cousin because Maryann was interested in dating him herself. Her, not some Belinda Edwards who liked to camp.

      He had been planning to turn Maryann down gently, of course. They’d had a quiet friendship that was building during the time she’d been here, and he was afraid to disrupt that. He didn’t want her to hand in her resignation as his previous nurse had done, either. But apparently he’d been mistaken. She wasn’t interested in dating him at all.

      It took him a moment or two, but he finally told himself it was for the best.

      He already had his plane tickets to leave in three weeks. He’d get someone to fly him to Juneau, and then on to Anchorage. He’d take a flight south from there. A month from now, he’d be looking for property in Los Angeles where he’d build his clinic.

      He had plans. He’d been awarded a large grant from a local foundation to cover the cost of the ground he needed. And he’d saved every extra penny he made moonlighting as a tour guide up here, to help with the construction. He’d have to take out a loan of course, but his savings would provide just enough for the needed downpayment. Until he did something to pay back his brother for saving his life, Alex didn’t feel free to live a normal life. The small clinic would be named after his brother.

      After all, Rocco couldn’t get married, since he couldn’t even meet a woman, as long as he confined himself to their parents’ house. Worse yet, his brother couldn’t realize his childhood hope of being a surgeon, not with his hands and his legs as crippled as they were by the accident. Alex knew he could never give his brother his dreams back, but the plaque for the clinic he planned to build would show his brother how much he appreciated the sacrifice he had made.

      He needed to do something before he could even say he was sorry.

      He’d tried to give his brother other things in the past. So far, the only thing Rocco had accepted was the money to pay for that attendant. His brother said no to anything else, saying money couldn’t buy him what he really needed. There was nothing else Alex could give him, except a clinic built in his name. He knew Rocco liked the idea, because he smiled every time Alex mentioned it. Maybe, once the clinic was built, Rocco’s bitterness would fade.

      And if Rocco was happier, maybe Alex could ask him for forgiveness. Maybe his parents could also forgive the past and live in the present. Right now, no one was free of the accident. His parents avoided each other and Rocco. Maybe, when the clinic was completed and Alex was home, he’d have his family back again.

      Chapter Three

      Later that afternoon, Maryann was sitting at a small desk in the waiting room, staring at the wall when the bell over the door rang. She should have been going through the list of patients to call for tomorrow’s appointments, but she’d become distracted thinking about what had happened that morning. Alex was in the examining room and it was good that he was. She felt closer to him because of what he’d told her about his brother, and farther apart at the same time, because of the gossip she’d caused. Mostly, she didn’t want to think about it, even though she couldn’t get it out of her head.

      “Amy!” Maryann said as she looked up and saw the owner of the local tour company. The young red-haired widow always had a smile on her face, and she was one of Maryann’s favorite people in Treasure Creek.

      For the first time, it occurred to her that Amy James came to the office more than was necessary. There always seemed to be a good reason about the twins to stop by, but maybe she was interested in Alex in a romantic way. Maryann wondered if the answer to who the doctor should marry was right in front of her.

      “Here to see the doctor?” Maryann asked, keeping her voice neutral. She should feel more excitement at the thought that she might be talking to Alex’s future wife, especially because Amy had deep roots in this place and could convince Alex to stay.

      Oh—Maryann just remembered that she hadn’t combed her hair back into place after being out in the wind.

      “Am I interrupting something?” Amy walked over to the desk. “I can come back.”

      Amy was always neatly dressed, and Maryann didn’t want to look like a hooligan. Not that she was competing with Amy for anyone’s attention. It was just that all women liked to look their best.

      Maryann smiled. “No, I just—well, my hair.” Then she reached up to smooth her hair back into its usual bobbed shape.

      Amy laughed a little. “That happens up here, especially this time of year. I know it’s happened to me. Of course, Ben always thought it was funny. I’d be there with my hair going every which way, and he’d be grinning like a kid at the circus.”

      The widow’s laugh faded as she remembered her late husband. Then she seemed to shake off her memories. “Well, I just came around because I’m putting together a choir for the Christmas pageant, and I wondered if you’d come help us sing.”

      “Oh, I can’t,” Maryann said as she heard footsteps in the hall. “I’m not much of a singer.”

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