Tender Loving Care. Susan Mallery

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Epilogue

      Chapter One

      “If you don’t cooperate and put this thermometer under your tongue, I’ll be forced to take your temperature the old-fashioned way.”

      Logan Phillips obligingly opened his mouth, then clamped his lips around the offending plastic-covered device. Frustration mingled with irritation when he realized the bandages around his eyes prevented the graduate from the Attila the Hun School of Nursing from seeing his glare. He didn’t belong in the hospital—he had a business to run and a daughter to take care of. They couldn’t keep him here….

      The electronic thermometer beeped, indicating it had taken his temperature. “There. Was that so bad?” The instrument was pulled from his mouth. “In a little while, I’ll send someone in to give you a nice sponge bath, Mr. Phillips.”

      Sponge bath? He rose up on one elbow and addressed the general direction from which he’d last heard her voice. “Just wait a minute, Nurse whatever-your-name-is. You can’t expect me to…hell, I’m a grown man, and there isn’t any way that…are you listening to me?”

      Murmured conversations from the hall and the overloud ticking of a wall clock were the only responses. Perfect, Logan thought as he settled back on the pillow. First the accident, then an eye infection. He’d thought he’d reached bottom when his doctor had forced him into the hospital, but he’d been wrong. They’d poked and probed his sore eyes and ignored his very reasonable demands. Now they were sending in a strange nurse to wash his body. With his luck, they’d probably assign some green first-year student and the poor girl would get a lesson that hadn’t been covered in Anatomy 101. Where the hell was his doctor? He had to get out of here.

      Under his eyelids, the insistent throbbing began again, like miniature jackhammers at work. He didn’t know what time the night nurse had given him his last dose of painkiller, but it was starting to wear off.

      Logan reached a hand over to the small table beside his bed. His fingers brushed against something that felt like the call switch, then the plastic square slipped out of his grasp and fell. He couldn’t find the cord to pull it back up, and his attempts sent the water jug flying off the stand, as well. It crashed to the floor and bounced twice. There was the sound of ice settling, then silence. He swore under his breath.

      Just as he found the thick ribbon of tape that connected to the call button, he heard the click of feminine footsteps on the linoleum.

      “Where were you when I needed you?” he asked as he retrieved the small box. “And if you’re here about the sponge bath, you can just forget it.”

      There was only silence. Logan located the switch to raise the bed so that he was in a sitting position. There were two more footsteps and then more silence.

      “How very disappointing,” the woman said finally. “I hadn’t hoped for more than a handshake on our first meeting, Mr. Phillips, but then I’ve been out of town for quite some time. Are sponge baths now a popular form of introduction?”

      Logan felt heat creep up his face. “You’re not here to bathe me?” He wasn’t really asking a question, it was more a form of self-torture to verify how big a fool he’d just made of himself.

      “I can be, if it’s that important to you.”

      Despite his lack of vision, he could almost see her smiling. “I think I’ll pass.”

      “Only if you’re sure.” The woman’s voice was low. Not at all masculine, it was more of a combination of smoky sounds, with long slow vowels. Not Southern, exactly, but definitely intriguing. The way his day was going, she was about eighty…and bald.

      He shifted on the bed. “If you’re not here to bathe me or draw blood, then what can I do for you, Ms…?”

      “Melissa VanFleet, Mr. Phillips. But please call me Melissa.”

      She moved again. Her voice was right beside him and he instinctively looked up. There was only darkness. The subtle scent of her perfume drifted by his face. The fragrance was unfamiliar, floral but with a hint of spice, almost like magnolias. His eyes had only been bandaged two days, but already his other senses seemed heightened.

      “You keep saying my name, so I guess you know I’m Logan Phillips?”

      “I did assume that, yes.”

      “What can I do for you, Melissa?”

      “I’m here about the job.”

      Melissa stared at the man in the hospital bed. She’d been working with the ill and injured since she was eighteen, and Logan had to be one of the healthiest СКАЧАТЬ