200 Harley Street: The Soldier Prince. Kate Hardy
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу 200 Harley Street: The Soldier Prince - Kate Hardy страница 11
Название: 200 Harley Street: The Soldier Prince
Автор: Kate Hardy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472045461
isbn:
‘I wasn’t there. Just passing the glass door on my way out of the pool. And I assume Ethan told you to stay out of the pool?’
‘And put a bag over my arm when I have a bath or shower so I don’t get the splint wet. Yup.’ He looked at her. ‘But I could spectate at the pool. Do you swim a lot?’
‘It’s in my schedule.’
So she wasn’t going to let him push her into telling him anything about herself. Interesting.
‘It’s a cliché, you know,’ he said, enjoying himself.
‘What is?’
‘Having a temper to go with your hair colour.’
‘I don’t have a temper.’
‘Don’t you, Becca?’ he asked softly. ‘Or are you just gentle with your husband and children?’
‘My marital status is my business,’ she said coolly.
Maybe, but at least now he knew what it was. If she’d actually been married she would’ve told him, to put him in his place. Or she would’ve turned into a proud mamá like his sister Arabella, ready to show off photographs of her children at the least excuse.
‘Your first exercise, Your Royal Highness,’ she said crisply. ‘Use your right hand to curl each finger of your left hand down to the top of your palm.’ She demonstrated with her own hand.
He couldn’t help flinching as pain lanced through his hand.
‘Did that hurt?’ She didn’t sound like a vengeful harpy. She sounded concerned. Caring. But in a professional capacity.
‘A bit,’ he admitted.
‘Did you feel anything pull?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Maybe,’ she said, ‘I need to massage your hand first, to warm up the muscles.’ She frowned. ‘I’d better warn you now that it might hurt a bit.’
‘If it gets my hand working again and it means I can go back to work, then I don’t care if it hurts,’ he said. ‘Do whatever you need to. I’m in your hands.’
She went very, very pink.
Yeah.
He could feel the heat rising in his body, too.
‘Lie back with your palm upwards.’ She sounded slightly flustered and she was clearly making an effort to be professional.
OK. He’d behave. Even though what he really wanted to do right now was slide his good hand round the nape of her neck, draw her to him, and spend a very long time kissing her.
She pulled a chair round to the side of the bed. ‘Tell me if anything hurts.’
Wild horses wouldn’t drag that particular admission from him.
He closed his eyes as she massaged his hand. Yes, it did hurt; but at the same time it made his hand feel better. And he liked the feel of her skin against his. Warm. Gentle, yet firm at the same time. Soft. She was near enough for him to smell the light floral scent she wore. She’d always smelled of flowers in South Africa, he remembered. Roses.
With his eyes closed, and mercifully silent, Marco was a lot easier to deal with.
Maybe she ought to tell Ethan that she couldn’t cope with her new patient. But then her boss might think less of her—and she’d worked damn hard for her job here. After South Africa she’d thrown all her energies into her studies, graduating with top marks and quickly gaining promotion at the hospital where she’d worked. She hadn’t let any relationship get in her way.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.