Six Sexy Doctors Part 2. Joanna Neil

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СКАЧАТЬ which she used to dry her hair as best she could. She slipped out of her wet clothes, leaving her panties on, and pulled Cameron’s sweater over her head, catching a faint whiff of his aftershave as she did so. It came to just above her knees. Well, sweater dresses were all the rage, she thought ruefully, although she was pretty certain the catwalk didn’t have a version like the one she was wearing. She was equally certain that the catwalk didn’t have models whose hair hung in rats’ tails either. Needless to say, she hadn’t thought to bring her comb with her. Then she remembered the woolly hat. It would cover the worst of the damage, she thought, pulling it over her head and tucking her damp hair inside. Still plotting her revenge, she set about making some tea.

      When Meagan appeared from below deck, Cameron almost dropped the tiller. Even with her face devoid of make-up and her hair hidden under the ridiculous hat, she was as beautiful as any woman Cameron had ever seen. Without the distraction of her hair, her perfect cheekbones, wide mouth and striking green eyes stood out. Beneath his sweater her legs seemed to go on for ever. Barefoot, she oozed sensuality and he felt heat in his belly. But he had to keep his distance from her, no matter how difficult it was. The last thing he or Meagan needed was island gossip. And if talk got back to Rachel, or if Rachel even suspected he had feelings for Meagan, he had no doubt that she would carry out her threat and sue for custody of their son. And with the hours he worked, she stood every chance of winning. She wouldn’t do it, not as long as she thought there was a chance, however remote, of them getting back together. Despite the feelings he had for Meagan, and they had never truly gone away, he would never risk losing his son. But, he thought, glancing over once more at Meagan, it was going to be a lot harder keeping his hands off this woman than he had ever thought possible. He almost groaned aloud.

      ‘Nice hat,’ he said instead.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      BY THE time they arrived back at the bay in front of Meagan’s house the wind had picked up. Dark clouds were scudding across the sky and the first drops of rain were starting to fall. It seemed as though Cameron’s weather predictions had been right, and he hadn’t been making excuses to cut their trip short after all. As Meagan tidied the boat in preparation for leaving, she knew the worsening weather meant there was little chance she and Cameron would be heading out again later. Probably a good thing—although she longed to give him a taste of his own medicine. Already a plan for revenge was forming in her mind.

      As she stood forward of the boat, ready to leap out with the ropes to fasten her, she noticed a slim, blonde figure watching them approach. Rachel! She had probably come down to collect the children and take them home, Meagan thought. Or perhaps she was checking up on Cameron. With a shock of dismay, Meagan realised she was still dressed in very little except Cameron’s jumper. It was too late to do anything about it now. And anyway, whatever Rachel thought, whatever was between Cameron and his ex-wife, it had nothing to do with her.

      Ian ran towards his mother as soon as he got ashore. ‘Mummy,’ he said, ‘you’ll never guess. Dr Galbraith jumped in the water. Daddy said she fancied a swim. But then she was all wet and had to put on Daddy’s clothes. And she had seaweed in her hair and she looked cross. Then we all laughed and she did too. We had such a good time. I wish you would have come with us.’

      ‘You know I don’t like getting wet, darling,’ Rachel said, her cool eyes regarding Meagan disdainfully. Meagan felt self-conscious and embarrassed standing before this immaculate woman and wearing Cameron’s clothes.

      ‘I thought I’d come and check that you are having dinner with us at the House, Cameron. I have to go back to London tomorrow for a few days, but I’ll be back in time for the ball.’

      Ian looked at his mother. His lower lip trembled.

      ‘You don’t have to go back already, Mummy. You said you were staying for ages this time. Daddy, tell Mummy she can’t go. She has to stay here with us.’

      Cameron’s eyes were hooded. He looked at his ex-wife.

      ‘Do you have to go? Can’t you stay a little longer? For your son’s sake, if nothing else?’

      ‘You know I can only tolerate it here for so long, Cameron. Besides, I need a new dress for the dance as well as checking in with the agency. I’ll be back before you know it.’ She reached out and tweaked her son’s cheek. ‘You know I’d take you with me if I could, don’t you, darling? But there’s school. And anyway Daddy doesn’t like me to take you away.’ She slid a look in Cameron’s direction, seemingly waiting for a response. When she didn’t get one she continued, ‘I think we’d better leave Dr Galbraith to get dressed, don’t you, Cameron?’ She raised an elegant eyebrow in Meagan’s direction. ‘I’d invite you to dinner, but I’m sure you have plenty you’d rather be getting on with. My family has taken up too much of your time as it is.’

      Meagan felt herself flush under the woman’s thinly veiled hostility. She couldn’t imagine wanting to spend an evening in her company.

      ‘No, I think I’ll have a long bath and watch a movie. Thanks all the same.’ Meagan turned to Ian and Effie.

      ‘Thank you both very much for your company this afternoon. I can’t remember when I last had such good crew.’

      ‘Does that mean we can do it again?’ Ian’s cheerful smile had disappeared. Once again he looked like the solemn child older than his years that Meagan had first met.

      ‘Any time. You just phone me whenever it’s a good day, and if I’m free we’ll just pack a picnic and go. If that’s all right with you?’ Meagan asked Rachel.

      ‘Whatever,’ Rachel replied, shrugging her shoulders and looking bored. ‘Although I have to say I’m surprised, if you are so keen on kids, that you haven’t any of your own.’

      Meagan flinched. Was it possible that this woman knew? No, it couldn’t be. No one knew except Charlie. It had been a stab in the dark. Rachel couldn’t know. She picked up her rucksack and shivering, through whether it was from the cold or something else she couldn’t be sure.

      ‘I’ll return your sweater to the surgery, Cameron. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll say goodnight.’ She walked away and didn’t look back.

      Later that evening the weather turned stormy. The rain was lashing against the windows and they rattled at the onslaught. Meagan was surprised at how quickly the weather had changed, just as Cameron had predicted. He had been right to cut their boat trip short.

      Meagan shivered. The house felt cool and she eyed the fire apprehensively before rolling up her sleeves and making an attempt at getting it going. Happily, after her third failed attempt Mrs McLeod appeared, and with a certain amount of disdainful clucking got it going for her.

      ‘I’ll do it for you this time, but watch carefully so you can manage yourself next time. I won’t always be around to help.’

      Meagan was getting the distinct impression that the housekeeper didn’t approve of her.

      ‘I’m sure I’ll manage next time. I’m quite good at picking things up.’

      Mrs McLeod harrumphed, lifted the pail by the fire and headed towards the door.

      ‘Where are you going with the bucket?’ Meagan asked.

      ‘Out to the peat stack at the back of the house. You’ll need more to see the fire through the evening.’

      ‘Oh, no, you don’t. It’s wild out there.’ Meagan took the pail СКАЧАТЬ