Falling For Her Army Doc / Healed By Their Unexpected Family. Dianne Drake

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СКАЧАТЬ from boys in the village…no comparison to the kisses of a man.”

      It was nice, putting herself in the place of a young village maiden. Yes, Mateo’s kisses would definitely be those of a real man. She could almost imagine how they would taste on her own lips.

      “Was he her first true love?”

      Lizzie nodded. “Of course he was. But, the way as many war stories end, they were separated. He was sent somewhere else and her heart was broken.”

      “Badly, or would she eventually heal?”

      “I don’t think you ever heal when you’ve lost the love of your life. But she went after him. She was strong that way.”

      “Then true love prevailed?”

      “In my story, yes.”

      “And they lived happily ever after?”

      “As happily-ever-after as any two lovers could with six children. A house in the country. Maybe a few dairy cows.”

      “Or just a couple of children, a house on a beach in Hawaii, no cows allowed?”

      “Nice dream,” she said on a sigh. “And I’d kill for a blueberry Danish right now.”

      Mateo started to slide his hand across the ledge on which they were seated—not so much to hold her hand, but just to brush against it. But either she saw it coming and didn’t want it, or she was still caught up in her fairy tale, because just as he made his approach she stood, then turned toward the beach.

      “We used to come here when I was a child. It’s grown up a lot. Not much tourism back then.”

      “Is there any one place you call home, Lizzie?”

      She shook her head. “Not really. Home was where we were or where we were going. And you?”

      “A small village near Guadalajara, originally. Then wherever my mother could get work after we came to the States.”

      “Is she…?”

      “She’s got some health problems…can’t travel anymore. But we chat almost every day, and someone at the facility is helping her learn how to video chat.”

      “Does she know about your injury?”

      Mateo shook his head. “Her life was hard enough because of me. Why add to it if I don’t have to?”

      “After what my dad went through with his Alzheimer’s, I think you’re doing the right thing.”

      “Now, about that walk…”

      He would have been good doctor. She was sure of that. And she was touched by his caring attitude toward his mother. Even toward her. This wasn’t the Mateo who refused his treatments or walled himself into his room like a recluse. This was someone entirely different. Someone she hadn’t expected but was glad she’d found.

      “Well, if we go one way we’ll run into a shaved ice concession, and if we go the other way it’s The Shack.”

      “And The Shack is…?”

      “Fun, loud, dancing, music, watered-down drinks for the tourists… Pretty much a place I shouldn’t be taking you.”

      “Which is exactly why I’m taking you.”

      “Two-drink limit, Mateo. Beer, preferably. You’re not on any prohibitive meds, but…”

      “I was wondering when the doctor would return.”

      “The doctor never left.”

      “Oh, yes, she did,” he said, smiling. “And I was the one who got to see it happen.”

      It was well into the evening—“her time,” as she called it. She really needed to go home and rest. But now that he was out here, she wanted to keep him here. Because while he was here he wasn’t inside the hospital, getting into trouble. Even his good looks—which everybody noticed—weren’t enough to change their minds, and right now the mindset was not in Mateo’s favor. Presently she was too exhausted to deal with it, so this little time out was badly needed. Probably for both of them.

      Lizzie took a quick appraisal, even though she knew what he looked like. But she liked his dark look. The muscles. The smooth chest. And his hands…large, but gentle—the hands of a surgeon. How would they be as the hands of a lover? she wondered, as he spotted her amongst the crowd, then came her direction.

      “I saw you staring at me,” he said, as a couple of young women from the bar watched him with obvious open invitation.

      Who could blame them? Lizzie thought. He was the best-looking man there.

      “Not staring. Just watching to make sure you weren’t doing something that would embarrass you and cost me my job.”

      “But you’re off duty.”

      “And you’re still a patient of the hospital.”

      “But not your patient, Lizzie. And therein lies the distinction.” He grabbed a cold beer from a passing server and handed it to Lizzie. “Do you ever allow yourself to have fun?”

      “Do you ever allow yourself to not have fun?” she asked, wondering if, in his previous life, he’d been a party boy.

      He held up his bottle to clink with hers, but she stepped back before that could happen.

      “You’re a beautiful woman, Lizzie. Prettier than anyone else here. And you’re smart. But if I were your doctor I’d prescribe more fun in your life—because even when you’re standing in the middle of it, you can’t see it.”

      “Then it’s a good thing you’re not my doctor, isn’t it?”

      Mateo reached over and took Lizzie’s beer, then took a swig of it.

      “That’s your limit,” she warned him.

      “Actually, it’s one over—but who’s counting?”

      Lizzie shook her head, caught between smiling and frowning. “I shouldn’t have to count. Somewhere in the manual on being adult there’s a chapter on responsibility. Maybe you should go back and re-read it.”

      “You really can’t let go, can you?”

      “It’s not about letting go, Mateo. It’s about all the things that are expected of me—not least of which is taking care of you, since I’m the one who brought you here.”

      He reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. The feel of his hand was so startling and smooth she caught herself on the verge of recoiling, but stopped when she realized it was an empty gesture. Still, the shivers his touch left behind rattled her.

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