His Shock Valentine's Proposal. Amy Ruttan

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      “Sexist, too, are we?”

      “Please.”

      “Sit down. You’re such a whiner, Dr. Ralston.”

      Carson sat back on the table; his head was throbbing now. “Dang, you did a number on me. What did you call that again?”

      “Krav Maga.” Esme pulled on gloves. “Sorry.”

      “No, it’s fine. You’re right. I shouldn’t have been … what did you call it?”

      “Skulking.” She smiled, her eyes twinkling as she parted his hair to look at his injury.

      Carson winced again, ignoring the sting. It wasn’t the sting that bothered him, it was her touch. Just the sudden contact sent a zing through him. It surprised him. It was unwelcome. He wanted to move away from her, so he wasn’t so close, but that was hard to do when she was cleaning up his wound. “Right. Skulking. I shouldn’t have been doing that outside your office.”

      She nodded and began to clean the wound. “So why were you?”

      “I came to apologize.”

      Her eyes widened. “Oh, really?”

      “Yeah. I shouldn’t have come barging over here and accusing you of stealing my patients.”

      “So are you calling a truce?”

      “I am. Ow.”

      Esme tsked under her breath. “It’s just a scrape. Don’t be such a baby.”

      “Do you talk to all your patients this way?”

      “Only ones who whine so much.” She smiled and continued to dab at his scrape. “There. I’ll just put some ointment on it. Do you want a bandage?”

      “No, thanks.”

      Esme shrugged and then rubbed some antiseptic ointment on the scrape.

      “Ow.”

      “Doctors are the worst patients,” she muttered.

      “For a reason.” Carson chuckled.

      “I’ve never really understood that reason.” She pulled off her gloves and tossed them in the medical-waste receptacle. “There. All done.”

      “Thanks.”

      “Are you sure you don’t want a bandage? Maybe a pressure dressing.” She was chuckling to herself and he rolled his eyes.

      “Pretty sure.” Carson sighed. He had to get out of the clinic before something else happened. Such as him doing something irrational. Only he couldn’t move. “I better be going. Again, I’m really sorry for being such an idiot before.”

      She grinned. “Apology accepted.”

      Esme didn’t really know what else to say. She felt very uncomfortable around Carson, but not in a bad way. In a very good way and that was dangerous. When their hands had barely touched a few moments ago, it had sent a zing through her. One that wasn’t all that unpleasant. Actually, it had been some time since she’d felt that spark with someone. Of course, relationships never worked out for her. Men couldn’t handle her drive and focus to commit to surgery and she had liked her independence and career too much. No one messed with her career.

      Well, not anymore. She couldn’t forget why she was a surgeon.

       Hold on, Avery. Please.

       Let me go, little sister. It hurts so much … let me go.

      She’d dedicated her life to surgery. To save lives.

      And until Shane, surgery had been her life. Her father had been so proud and she’d been training under Dr. Eli Draven, the best cardio-thoracic surgeon on the West Coast.

      She’d thrown herself into her work. So much so, that she hadn’t had time to date, until Eli had introduced her to his son.

      She’d met Shane and surgery had become second, because he had always been taking her somewhere. Esme had been swept off her feet and, being the protégée of Dr. Eli Draven, she’d become too cocky. Too sure of herself. She’d thought she’d had it all.

      Then in a routine procedure, she’d frozen. A resident had jumped in, knocking sense back into her and they’d worked hard to save the patient’s life. But in the end they’d lost the fight.

      Esme hadn’t been able to go on, because in that moment—in that failure—she’d realized that she didn’t know who she was anymore. She didn’t know who she’d become, but it wasn’t her.

      Pulled back from her memories, Esme stared down at her hands, watching how they shook.

      You’re not a surgeon anymore, she reminded herself.

      She’d come here to rebuild her life and right now she should be focusing on building her practice up, because every last dime of her savings had been sunk into this building. She’d bought the clinic, the license and the apartment upstairs.

      This was her life now. She didn’t have a retired parent to hand off a practice to her. Her stepmother had been a teacher and her father a cop.

      They’d scrimped and saved to send her to the best medical school. Scholarships only went so far and she owed it to them to pay them back, since she could no longer be the surgeon they expected her to be.

      She’d lost herself.

      And she’d lost Shane. If only she’d come to the realization that he wasn’t the man for her before she was in her wedding dress and halfway down the aisle on Valentine’s Day. It was something she had to live with for the rest of her life.

      Her father had made that clear to her. He’d been so disappointed. She’d let him down.

       I don’t know who you are anymore, Esme.

      She didn’t deserve any kind of happiness, or friendship. All she deserved was living with herself. Living with the stranger she’d become.

      “Well, I have a bit of work to do tomorrow. I better hit the hay,” she said awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck and trying not to look at him.

      “Yeah, of course. I …” Carson said, trying to excuse himself when there was banging on her front door. Incessant and urgent.

      “Who in the world?”

      “Just stay here.” Carson pushed her down into her chair, letting her know that he wanted her to stay put, before he headed out to the front door.

      “As if,” she mumbled, following him.

      “I told you to stay in the exam room,” he whispered as he stood in front of the door.

      She crossed her arms. “You don’t know СКАЧАТЬ