Tempted By Her Hot-Shot Doc. Becky Wicks

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СКАЧАТЬ flickered in his eyes before he uncrossed his arms and laughed. A proper laugh that revealed his teeth, as white as snow-capped mountains—a laugh she was pretty sure she’d heard only two or three times on the television.

      ‘Well, they do insist on blocking the walkways like this,’ he said, motioning to their feet. ‘Good thing you didn’t twist your ankle in those shoes. I don’t know which box my emergency supplies are in.’

      ‘Guess I got lucky.’

      He threw her a surreptitious half-smile. ‘I prefer to live life on the edge of danger, too.’

      ‘I’ve never seen you in high heels.’

      She adjusted her handbag on her shoulder as he laughed again. A part of her couldn’t quite believe she was making Dr Ryan Tobias laugh.

      ‘Anyway, my agent Samantha, over there, kind of surprised me with all this, so...’

      ‘Your agent?’ Ryan’s expression shifted before her. ‘What do you mean?’

      Shards of ice were stuck in his eyes now, and it was as if Madeline was alone with him on the peak of a snowy mountain, or maybe trekking over that glacier to reach another lost adventurer who’d been injured and needed his help. Either way, she was suddenly much colder.

      ‘Agent for what?’ His arms were crossed again.

      ‘My writing career.’

      His forehead creased into a frown.

      ‘Sorry—sorry.’ Samantha bustled up behind her, breaking their locked gazes apart. ‘I see you’ve met Madeline Savoia,’ she said, putting a hand to Madeline’s shoulder. ‘She’s almost set to be your new ghost-writer, joining you in the Amazon. What did you think of her portfolio?’

      Madeline spun her head around to face Samantha. Ghost-writer? Amazon? It was the first she’d heard of it.

      Samantha had called her to the TV set at the last minute, saying she had the perfect opportunity for her with none other than the selfless, compassionate and dazzlingly good-looking Ryan Tobias, but she’d assumed she’d be assisting in an interview with him—maybe sending some tweets for the travel and entertainment website Samantha sometimes had her freelance for.

      Ryan was unreadable now, standing solid as a rock.

      ‘I see. How much experience do you have with malaria and spider bites, Miss Madeline?’

      He didn’t sound as friendly as before.

      Samantha squeezed her shoulder. ‘Madeline is a phenomenal writer, Ryan. You might have read her geopolitical romantic thriller—the one set in Madagascar?’

      ‘Can’t say I have,’ he said. ‘I don’t get a lot of time to read.’

      He was reading her. Madeline knew it. Scrutinising her like a beetle under a microscope. She felt the urge to cover herself, but realised it was pointless.

      ‘She’s a keen traveller and explorer, like you, and she’s a medical professional,’ Samantha carried on as Madeline’s cheeks flamed. ‘I thought she’d be the perfect fit.’

      ‘What kind of medical professional?’

      ‘I used to be a nurse, but I’m not any more...’ Madeline let her words taper off. She didn’t particularly feel like explaining why she’d quit nursing. The thought of it still shamed her, but she doubted the time she’d spent on the wards of St David’s Hospital would help anyone who’d been mauled by a jaguar or hugged by an anaconda in the Amazon.

      ‘Is this necessary, Samantha?’ Ryan said, after a moment.

      His tone was irritated. His arms were still crossed, tighter than ever.

      Something in his icy tone made Madeline recall with a flash the other articles she’d uncovered on the internet. Ryan had lost one of his team members five years ago on a sponsored expedition. He’d been twenty-seven at the time. She remembered thinking that she and Ryan were the same age—both thirty-two now.

      No one knew the finer details of how or why the young physician Josephine McCarthy had died suddenly out in the jungle. Ryan had clammed up—never shared it with the media. And the medical team with him at the time had also never divulged what had happened—if they even knew.

      The rumour mill had been spinning ever since.

      Most of what had been printed was hearsay, of course, but Ryan had spent a lot more time in the wild since then, setting up an HIV awareness programme in Africa, arranging vaccinations at schools in Nepal.

      Apparently he hadn’t particularly wanted the camera crew to follow him when the concept of Medical Extremes had first been discussed, but the money they paid him helped thousands of villages get the medication they needed. And besides, the world needed to see the importance of doctors operating without borders.

      That was what had been announced in the press release, at least.

      ‘I’m sorry, Ryan,’ Samantha said, interrupting Madeline’s thoughts. ‘A contract is a contract.’

      ‘I know... I know.’

      His jaw twitched in annoyance as Madeline stood awkwardly between them.

      ‘If you don’t take Madeline with you we’ll only have to send someone else you haven’t even met, and we’re running out of time.’

      ‘Time has a habit of running out,’ he replied, somewhat mysteriously.

      He’s incredibly moody—that was what she’d read. Those rumours must be true at least. Ryan Tobias spent his life touching the lives of many in the world’s most remote locations, but he himself was untouchable. And now Samantha was somehow asking her to accompany him on his next televised medical mission to the jungle?

      She wondered whether her telling Samantha that she was now single had anything to do with this. She suddenly regretted telling her agent how Jason had decided to pursue his burgeoning relationship with a young zoologist called Adeline.

      ‘How can he want an Adeline when he has a perfectly good Madeline?’ she’d said at the time, enraged.

      ‘Ryan!’

      Someone was calling him back towards a camera. He didn’t move. Instead he shot Madeline a narrow look that rattled every nerve-ending in her body. She fixed her eyes on his, determined not to let him know she had a lump in her throat the size of a cricket ball. He didn’t break his gaze—not that she was about to break hers either. She was damned if she’d let another moody man walk all over her, even if he was rich and famous.

      ‘Well, as you say, a contract is a contract,’ he muttered after a moment, sucking in a breath and letting it out so heavily that Madeline felt her damp hair ruffle.

      ‘It’ll be great for your profile,’ Samantha told him matter-of-factly, and Madeline caught him rolling his eyes.

      ‘We’ll see about that. Good to meet you, Madeline.’ He thrust his hand out at her suddenly. ‘We can always do with another nurse СКАЧАТЬ