Role Play. Caroline Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ rapidly. Oh. It’s yours, then,’ she managed inanely, and to her disgust and humiliation her voice sounded breathless and far-away.

      His smile was brilliant, teasing, wicked. ‘ “Heap of scrap”,’ he said softly. ‘Is that any way to speak of my charger, when I’ve come dashing back from my holiday like a knight in shining armour to rescue you from the clutches of my colleagues? Not to mention calling me a yob!’

      ‘Oh, God,’ she mumbled under her breath, and felt the heat rising in her cheeks. Had she really said all that?

      He shrugged away from the table and held out his hand. ‘You must be Abigail Pearce. Leo Chandler — yob, doctor, knight in shining armour — at your service, ma’am.’ His hand was warm and dry and firm, engulfing hers and making her feel unexpectedly feminine and fragile. She was stunned at the shock-wave that rippled up her arm from the brief contact, and as soon as she could she whipped her hand away and tucked it into her pocket.

      He smiled knowingly. ‘I’ll move the “heap of scrap”.’

      And with a grin he sauntered out through the door and left her standing rooted to the spot, her mouth hanging slightly open.

      A slight noise behid her brought her back to reality with a bump, and, snapping her mouth shut, she turned back to the others.

      ‘Oh, God,’ she repeated, and slumped against the wall.

      Peter Sargent chuckled. ‘That’ll get you off to a flying start — good job he doesn’t take offence easily.’

      Abbie was still feeling thoroughly rattled by the encounter, and she was sure it showed. To escape from Ravi Patel’s knowing black eyes, she went back outside to move her car just as Leo Chandler loped up the steps.

      ‘There you are,’ he said with that spectacular grin. ‘Plenty of room now, even for you. Oh, by the way, Dr Pearce, we need to have a chat some time. Colin’s asked me to take over your training until he’s back, so we could do with sorting out a few things. Coffee suit you?’

      ‘That’ll be fine,’ she mumbled, stunned again by the amazing eyes. Or was it the man behind them?

      She climbed into her car, over-conscious of his lazy scrutiny, and crashed the gears. What on earth had got into her? She was twenty-seven, for goodness’ sake — she’d survived all her brothers’ friends, and the endless stream of available men at medical school — why this particular man, and why now of all times? He was a shocking flirt, too, a superficial, womanising tease, not at all the sort of man she had in mind.

      So why the damage to her pulse-rate?

      Must be a virus, she thought with the last vestige of humour, and, crunching the gears again, she eased into the tiny space he had left her and struggled out.

      ‘Poor little car,’ he murmured as she reached the top of the steps.

      ‘You put me off,’ she said crossly, and then was angry with herself for giving it away.

      His grin broadened. ‘Interesting.’

      ‘I’m glad you think so,’ she replied as coolly as she could manage, and, sucking in her breath, she squeezed past him through the gap.

      Or she would have done if he hadn’t moved his arm up to block her path.

      She came to a dead halt, her breasts pressed against his well-muscled forearm, her heart doing a tango against her ribs.

      ‘Don’t forget our date.’

      She stepped back and looked up into his eyes, bewildered by his words and by the flood of sensation that was swamping her. ‘Date?’ she said weakly.

      ‘Coffee — to talk about your training programme.’

      ‘Oh — yes, of course.’

      ‘You’re blushing,’ he said with evident amusement, and she felt the colour deepen.

      ‘Rubbish, it’s hot. Excuse me, I have a surgery …’

      ‘Ah, yes.’ He moved out of her way, almost reluctantly, and she felt his eyes on her until she reached the door at the far side of the office.

      And not only his eyes. Ravi, too, was watching her, her sloe eyes intent, accusing.

      So that’s the way of it, Abbie thought. Well, I’m no threat to you, Ravi, dear. Have him, and welcome.

      She shut her surgery door behind her with relief.

      It was short-lived. The second her last patient exited the surgery, Leo Chandler was in, two cups of coffee balanced in one hand, a file in the other.

      ‘What kept you?’ she asked drily.

      He grinned his appreciation. ‘Me?’ he murmured innocently. ‘I’ve been dangling around for ages while you built relationships with your patients. “Good morning, that looks nasty, have a bottle of pills, goodbye.” ’

      She sighed and leant back in the chair, lifting the heavy mass of red-gold hair that tumbled in cheerful profusion over her shoulders. Her neck was hot — really she should have worn it up, or at least tied back, but she had been on the drag ——

      ‘Why were you late, by the way?’ he asked as if he read her mind. ‘I mean, pulling up behind my “heap of scrap” must have taken you — oh, thirty seconds? At the outside.’

      She sighed again. Clearly that remark was going to haunt her forever more. ‘Time isn’t my absolutely best thing,’ she confessed with a rueful grin.

      ‘You don’t say.’ He handed her the coffee and sprawled in the chair beside her desk, long legs stuck out in front, his cup balanced precariously on his belt-buckle. He had changed into a pair of cool cotton trousers and a soft, stone washed shirt, the cuffs turned back to reveal the scatter of fine golden hair that dusted his wrists and forearms. The trousers were much less conspicuously masculine than the jeans had been, and yet —— She looked away, her cheeks heating again.

      Her embarrassment wasn’t eased by his evident enjoyment of it.

      ‘So,’ he said suddenly. ‘Your training. Done any role-play exercises before?’

      She groaned and rolled her eyes. ‘Role play?’

      ‘Mmm. Doctor, doctor, I think I’m a pair of curtains. Pull yourself together, man. That sort of thing.’

      She giggled despite herself. ‘Not for years. Why?’

      He shrugged. ‘Because it can be very useful for exploring the unsolved mysteries of doctor-patient relationships.’

      He shifted in his chair, and swung his eyes away from her, suddenly awkward.

      ‘Before we get on to that, there’s something I wanted to ask you about — something personal.’

      Her heart tightened in anticipation. Not that date he had teased her with, surely? But what else …?

      ‘Ask away,’ she prompted.

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