Marry Me...Again. Cheryl St.John

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СКАЧАТЬ took her soft yet sturdy hand and led her through the dance steps, and, after a few minutes, she loosened up and seemed to enjoy herself. Her golden-blond hair bounced on her shoulders under the dim lighting. Her expressive brown eyes did something strange to his insides. She smelled like soap and shampoo, mingled with the faintest hint of almond. The alluring smell enticed his senses. The sight and scent of her hair had him wanting to touch it. It had been a long time since a woman had attracted him the way this one did.

      Somehow, as soon as he’d seen her, he’d known she was special. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed out of place here or that she was obviously embarrassed and yet pleased by the fact that he’d singled her out that made him want to know her.

      Being this close made him want a lot more.

      After a line dance and another fast number, a slow Garth Brooks song played. Tentatively, Dev took her hand and drew her close, pleased that she didn’t resist. She rested her other hand on his shoulder and glanced up. Looking into her eyes, his heart increased its speed. He suddenly felt like the luckiest man in Montana. How could he have missed her until now? “You live in town?” he asked.

      She nodded. “I have an apartment down the street.”

      “I haven’t seen you here before.”

      “I usually go straight home after work.”

      “Where’s work?”

      “The hospital in Whitehorn. I’m also on staff at the clinic here in Rumor.”

      “Nurse?”

      “Third-year resident.”

      His eyebrows rose. “No wonder you’re tired after work. I’ve seen ER, it looks exhausting.”

      The warmth of her genuine laugh wound its way around his heart. He definitely liked making her laugh.

      “It’s not quite that exciting,” she denied. “We’re a small town, you know.”

      “Just the same, you see all the interesting cases.”

      “Well, some.” She shrugged. “I’m an ob-gyn.”

      Dev laughed aloud. “I’m not going to comment.”

      “Thank you. I’ve heard them all.”

      Her body relaxed even more after their introductions, and within moments, she was leaning into him, her soft curves pressed against the planes of his chest and hips; she fitted there as if she was made for him. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. What had he ever done to deserve this?

      After another slow dance, he asked, “Would you like to get a fresh drink and talk for a while?”

      To his delight, she agreed. Her friends smiled and waved with waggling eyebrows when he led her to a booth along the back, where the music wasn’t so loud and the lighting was more intimate.

      Ignoring them, Brynna tasted the drink the waitress sat on a napkin before her. She’d worked up a thirst. If someone had told her this morning that she’d be dancing with a handsome cowboy, let alone letting him buy her drinks, she’d have ordered them a psych exam. She was the most sensible, least impulsive person on the planet. She never did anything like this.

      But it had been a harrowing day at the hospital. She’d lost a mother with leukemia she’d been trying desperately to save. In order to protect her unborn child, the young woman had refused the chemotherapy she needed, so there had been little Brynna could do, except turn her over to the oncology team once the baby was safely delivered.

      Even now, thinking about Heidi Price, regret washed over her. The sound of pool balls clacking together and muted cheers came from a side room, and she couldn’t help thinking how odd it always seemed that lives went on unaffected when others were experiencing tragedies.

      As though sensing the shift in her mood, Dev asked softly, “Something wrong?”

      She drew a circle in the condensation her glass had left on the table and spoke the difficult words. “I lost a patient today.”

      “That must be tough.”

      Brynna agreed. “She was twenty-four. Had leukemia, but refused treatment because of her baby.”

      “I guess there wasn’t much you could do.”

      “It was frustrating.”

      “What about the baby?”

      Gauging his sincerity, she gazed into his eyes. His earnest tone and concerned expression showed he really cared. “She’s four weeks early, but doing just fine.”

      “That’s good.”

      His compassion touched her, and Brynna nodded. “I had to tell her husband that his wife didn’t make it.”

      He studied her for a moment. “How do you do that?”

      “Well…I’ve never had to do it before. I was taught to explain the facts. Answer the questions. But then you see the pain…the grief…and….” Brynna’s throat tightened with the words and the remembrance. She had felt like crying all afternoon, but she hadn’t allowed herself to let go. She was a professional.

      “And what?” Dev asked, urging her to go on.

      This man not only had her examining her inner feelings, but sharing them. She found herself saying things she didn’t share with anyone else. “I don’t know how to detach and be merely the doctor and not a caring person,” she admitted. “You are a caring person, or you probably wouldn’t be a doctor. The two aren’t separate, are they?”

      With a lump in her throat, she shook her head.

      His hand covered hers then, warm tactile comfort that sent an enticing shiver up her arm. Without conscious thought, Brynna turned over her hand and laced her fingers through his, their palms touching. His tanned hand was large, with long fingers and calluses she felt against her palm—so different from her own—so entirely masculine. It was an intimate touch. A sexy, familiar touch that set off a battery of butterflies in her chest and made her wonder how his hand would feel on other parts of her body.

      She should have been ashamed of her thoughts, but the sensual contact released a deeply buried longing—a longing for something more than years of school and work and self-denial. His touch brought her single status sharply into focus.

      Face warming uncomfortably, she glanced up to notice his thick blond hair with a ridge where his hat had been and his crescent-shaped eyebrows. Both hair and brows were bleached from the sun. He was strikingly handsome, but there was something even more attractive about him than those intriguing eyes and sexy mouth. The way he looked at her made her think of wet lingering kisses and the slide of bare skin.

      The words to a song about slow hands registered in the background. A burning warmth that had begun in her chest flowed through her abdomen and pooled at the center of her femininity. This man’s touch melted her insides. The way he gazed at her had her hot enough to combust. She swallowed and met his sparkling green gaze. Could he tell the effect he had on her?

      He smiled, one side of his full lips СКАЧАТЬ