The Doctor's Dating Bargain. Teresa Southwick

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СКАЧАТЬ aren’t you lucky big brother the doctor is back to take care of you?”

      “We’ve done all right.”

      Without you, he thought. Ben knew she hadn’t meant to make him feel guilty for leaving, but he did anyway. His father had encouraged him to do what was necessary for his future the same way he’d nurtured Sydney’s love affair with cars. Eventually Ben had gone, but now he was back. Where he wanted to be.

      The exam room door opened and nurse Ginny Irwin walked in. She was in her late fifties and had blue eyes that missed nothing. Her silver hair was cut in a short, nofuss style. It suited her no-nonsense attitude.

      “Hey, Syd,” she said.

      “Hi, Ginny.” His sister started to lift her hand in greeting, then winced and lowered it.

      “I’ve emailed the X-rays to the radiologist at the hospital and it will be a while before we get the report. But here are the films, Ben.” Ginny had known him since he was a kid and didn’t feel the need to address him as Doctor.

      He liked that. Adding Doctor to his name didn’t make him a better medical practitioner. No polite protocols or assembly-line medicine, just solid personal care to, sometimes literally, get people back on their feet.

      “Let’s take a look.” He put the films on the lighted view box. He wasn’t a radiologist, but in his expert opinion there was no break, although he took his time studying all the small bones, just to be sure.

      “Don’t keep me in suspense,” Syd said.

      “I have to look at the full range of densities. It can go from white to black and I need to evaluate the contrast ratio for a diagnosis.”

      “Please don’t go all medical techno-speak on me,” Sydney begged.

      “It’s not broken.”

      “Good.” Ginny almost smiled, then looked sternly at the patient. “I don’t want to see you back in here, Sydney Marie.”

      “Yes, ma’am. I’d salute, but this Pillsbury Doughboy hand would just punish me.”

      “In so many ways. Take care,” Ginny said, just before slipping out the door.

      “She scares me,” his sister said. “So I’ll ask you. Can I go back to work?”

      “Really?” He folded his arms over his chest. “I’m the weak link? Do we need to get Ginny back in here to keep you in line, Sydney Marie?”

      “I’m happy to stay in line if you’ll just tell me what I have to do so I can get back to work.”

      “Take the rest of the day off. Use ice and over-the-counter pain meds. When the swelling goes down you can work.”

      “That’s it? You’re not going to do anything? No quick fix? What kind of doctor are you?”

      “The kind who replaces hips and fixes broken bones, sometimes with surgery. I have a piece of paper that says it’s okay for me to do that.”

      “Just asking. I guess you’ll come in handy for water-and snow-skiing seasons.” She settled her injured hand on her thigh. “Speaking of that…how do you like living at Blackwater Lake Lodge?”

      The mention of his living arrangement turned his thoughts to the lady who was in charge of the place where he lived. This wasn’t the first time she’d crossed his mind and every time it happened, the thought was followed by a vague regret that she wouldn’t be around very long.

      “Did I say something wrong?” Syd’s eyes narrowed.

      “What? No. Why?”

      “You look funny.”

      “Define funny,” he said.

      “I don’t know. Sort of goofy. Sappy. Like you walked down the hall at Blackwater Lake High and saw the girl you had a crush on.”

      “Interesting diagnosis, Doctor.”

      “Am I right about a woman being involved?” she persisted.

      “Yes.”

      “I’d clap my hands in excitement, but…” She looked ruefully at the puffy extremity. “Who is she? Anyone I know?”

      “Do you know Camille Halliday?”

      “Everyone knows her.” Syd’s expression said it wasn’t in a good way. “She’s the hotel heiress.”

      “I know. Met her Saturday.” And he’d seen her again at dinner last night. He wondered if she was having another bad day.

      “Are you aware that she has a certain reputation?”

      “What kind of rep?”

      “Partying. Hanging with a wild crowd. Name always in the paper and not for sending mosquito nets to Africa to wipe out malaria. She even went to jail. Although they let her out early.”

      “Good behavior?”

      “Overcrowding,” Syd answered. “You didn’t know about this stuff?”

      “No.”

      “Have you been living under a rock?”

      Sort of. “Las Vegas is surrounded by rocky mountains and rocks are frequently used for landscaping, what with water being scarce in the desert. But none of that qualifies as living under one.”

      Unless you counted working too hard to think about anything else. Now he had time to wonder about Camille Halliday. What his sister just said didn’t fit the ambitious, hardworking woman he’d met. “Was this jail thing recent?”

      “No. She was in her teens.”

      Ah. “And where did you get all this unimpeachable information?”

      “The tabloids.” Syd grinned shamelessly. “I love to read them. A guilty pleasure.”

      “Then here’s a headline for you. Don’t believe everything you read.” He slid his fingers into the pockets of his white lab coat. “I found Cam to be bright, funny, focused and a serious businesswoman. Sexy, too.”

      His sister’s eyes narrowed. “Do you have the hots for her?”

      No. Maybe. Irrelevant. “She’s got her sights set on bigger and better things. Blackwater Lake Lodge is where she’s proving herself. She can’t wait to move up the career ladder, preferably to a city with a more impressive population.”

      Syd’s dark eyes gleamed with plans he knew he wouldn’t like. “That’s a relief.”

      “Why?”

      “Here’s the thing. You’re not getting any younger, Ben.”

      “Yeah. I think they taught us that in med school,” he said dryly.

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