Mending the Doctor's Heart. Tina Radcliffe

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СКАЧАТЬ He pulled car keys from his pocket.

      “I’m meeting with him at three.”

      “I see. Well, ah, good luck, then.”

      “Thanks. You, too.”

      Ben seemed to hesitate, glancing down at the sidewalk, then up before he spoke again. “Sara.”

      The pleasant sound of her name on his lips surprised her. “Yes?” she asked as their gazes connected.

      “No matter how it turns out, it was nice to have met you.”

      She paused at the words, her response a breathless, “Thank you.”

      With a crooked smile, he turned away.

      Sara followed his easy gait as he walked down the street.

      Oh, no, no. This was not good.

      She shook her head. They’d just met, and not only had Ben Rogers disturbed her plans for the future, but he was disturbing her peace of mind, as well.

      She pulled her cell from her back pocket and punched speed dial. “Is Dr. Rhoades available? This is Sara Elliott calling.”

      A long minute later she heard a familiar voice.

      “Sara, what can I do for you?”

      “Uncle Henry, what’s going on?” She tucked the phone beneath her ear and shoulder while she unlocked her ancient Jeep and yanked open the recalcitrant door on the driver’s side.

      “You’ll have to be more specific, my dear.”

      She slid into the vehicle. “I just met Ben Rogers. Dr. Ben Rogers.”

      Henry Rhoades’s voice perked up. “Ah, yes, and what did you think?”

      “Think? We’ll he’s a little stuffy, but I’m willing to overlook that since he just saved Orvis Carter’s life at Patti Jo’s.”

      “Orvis? At the café, you say? Most commendable.”

      “Yes. It certainly is.” Sara put the key into the ignition and hit the window button, allowing the summer breeze to cool her skin. “The thing is, Uncle Henry, Ben Rogers says he’s here about the clinic director job.”

      The line was quiet before her uncle cleared his throat. “Yes, well, I’ll sort it all out.”

      “Sort it out? Uncle Henry, you never even told me there was another candidate.” She released a frustrated breath. “Be straight with me. Is my father involved in this?”

      “Your father has made a substantial donation to the clinic building project, if that’s what you mean.”

      “I mean, did my father make you offer me the position?” She paused, confused. “And how did my father get involved in funding the clinic?”

      “You know, Sara, the entire situation is rather complicated.”

      She groaned and leaned back against the headrest. “Oh, Uncle Henry.”

      “Now, Sara, you’re getting all worked up for nothing. The fact is, the clinic was in dire need of funds for the final phase, and I went to your father for assistance.”

      “And he said yes? But that doesn’t make sense. He’s always been adamantly against me becoming a physician, always blaming Mom’s medical career for the accident. Why would he agree to have anything to do with the clinic project?”

      “He didn’t. At first.”

      Sara released a soft gasp. “Until his heart attack.”

      Again the silence stretched before her uncle finally spoke.

      “Try to understand, Sara. The last two years since you’ve been gone have been very difficult for your father. He’s paid penance for his sins. I believe he’s willing to do anything to keep his daughter in Paradise.”

      “What you mean is, he tried to buy me a husband and that didn’t work, so now he’s buying me a career.”

      “Don’t jump to conclusions. Things are not exactly what you think.”

      She slapped the steering wheel with an open palm. The truth was, things were exactly as she thought. Sara bit her lip. There was no point taking out her frustration on her uncle. Hollis Elliott had struck again. No doubt her uncle was between a rock and a hard place.

      “I should withdraw my application.”

      “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll be evaluated on your merit, you know that. If I had realized you were seriously contemplating a permanent move back to Paradise, I would have told you about the position straight away, instead of waiting for Hollis to make the suggestion. But considering your departure...”

      “I know. I know.” Sara closed her eyes. “You don’t have to say it. I let you down last time, and I’m sorry.”

      Henry Rhoades continued, “I have Dr. Rogers scheduled for 2 p.m. Why don’t you come by shortly after that?”

      “What are you up to?”

      “Why, nothing. No worries, dear.”

      No worries? Well, she was worried. Very worried, because the last time her father had interfered in her life she’d lost everything, and she wasn’t ready for that to happen again.

      The Lord had led her back to Paradise; she could only pray He would give her the courage to stay this time.

      Chapter Two

      Ben cranked up the air-conditioning in the Land Rover to subzero and leaned back against the leather seat as he stared at the cluster of buildings that made up the medical quadrant. He wiped his palms on his dark slacks and took a deep breath. Dr. Rhoades’s office was in the administrative building adjacent to the hospital. Not actually in the hospital at all.

      I can do this.

      Sure he could. Because otherwise, how was he going to explain that he was a highly credentialed internist with hospital phobia?

      Ben adjusted his tie and slid out of the vehicle. He was a professional, and this wasn’t rational. Yeah, he knew that in his heart as well as his head, but the anxiety attacks didn’t pay much attention to rationale.

      Focused, he walked up the covered walkway, into the lobby and the elevator and pushed the button.

      Elevators. Why couldn’t he get sweaty palms and heart palpitations when he entered closed spaces? Claustrophobia was acceptable. Nosocomephobia, the fear of hospitals? Not so much.

      A blonde receptionist in a floating ivory dress smiled and took his name.

      “Dr. Rhoades will see you shortly. Make yourself at home. Oh, and Dr. Rogers, welcome to Paradise.”

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