Surgeon Sheik's Rescue. Лорет Энн Уайт
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Название: Surgeon Sheik's Rescue
Автор: Лорет Энн Уайт
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781472038715
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Tariq angled his head slightly, reading her. Then he set the wineglasses on the table, picked up the bottle of wine and the corkscrew.
Turning his back to her he struggled to uncork the bottle.
Bella went quickly up to him. “Here, let me.” She reached out, taking the bottle and opener from him. Her hand brushed against his skin as she did, and heat shocked through her. Bella froze, met his eye.
Anger crackled from him in waves. She understood. He’d been a top neurosurgeon and now he couldn’t even open a bottle of wine without fumbling.
“I can see you’re left-handed,” she said softly, averting her eyes from his crippled fingers, focusing instead on twisting the corkscrew, heat still rippling through her. “It must be difficult—” she popped the cork “—adjusting to the use of a nondominant hand.”
A muscle began to work at his jaw.
She poured the wine, handed him a glass, careful not to connect with his skin again.
“Will you ever fully regain use of your left hand?” she said quietly.
Will you ever operate again, play the cello, ride a horse...
He stared at her, intense, silent. Bella began to feel self-conscious.
“I apologize—I’m stepping out of my bounds tonight. What I really—”
“I might regain all the refinement of a wooden club,” he said, taking a deep swallow of his wine. She watched his Adam’s apple move under dusky skin. “If I do the physiotherapy.”
Madame’s words sifted into Bella’s mind.
A private ferry came over from the mainland with gymnasium equipment. A woman came with it... I think she had something to do with the gymnasium equipment, perhaps a personal trainer. But she left very abruptly, the next day...
He’d fired his physiotherapist.
“You’re not doing the exercises?”
He turned and strode to the fire, stared into the flames, glass in hand, firelight dancing in the burgundy liquid.
“To put it simply,” he said, still facing the fire, his voice low and deep in his throat. “The brain-to-limb connection is one of the hardest to regain. Sometimes, I’ll be holding an object in my left hand, then I get distracted, and the thing just drops from my fingers because the neurological connection is missing.”
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