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The Most Eligible Doctor. Karen Rose Smith
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isbn 9781474009706
Автор произведения Karen Rose Smith
Серия Mills & Boon Silhouette
Издательство HarperCollins
Jed strode through the dining room into the kitchen, where he found Brianne scooping coffee into a filter.
“You and Lily went to a lot of trouble today.”
Startled, she looked up, and her cheeks became a little rosier. “It wasn’t that much trouble. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“The truth is, I’m having to readjust to a party mode. I haven’t been to one for a few years.”
“Since you took the job in Alaska?”
“Yes.”
There was an awkward silence, and Jed knew he had to be the one to fill it. “I didn’t mean to upset you on Monday night. I shouldn’t have pried into your life. Living alone in a cabin wore off my civilized veneer. I’m sorry about your parents.” After she’d mentioned losing her parents, Jed had remembered his dad filling him in on some of the things that had happened in Sawyer Springs the past couple of years. Skyler Barrington had been a lawyer, her husband Edward a cardiologist. They had both come from money and their name was well known in the town. Brianne had inherited all of their wealth and could be considered an heiress. Jed was a bit puzzled why she was working as a nurse at Beechwood when she could be traveling the world, living anywhere she pleased.
Her gaze was vulnerable as she looked up at him. “Thank you. It’s been less than a year since their accident, and I—”
Brianne never got to finish because Megan came running in and threw her arms around Brianne’s waist. Her hair was lighter blond than her mother’s, and Lily had attached a barrette over each of her daughter’s temples. In the crook of her arm, Megan carried a rag doll dressed in blue-and-pink gingham, with red yarn hair.
Looking at the beautiful child made Jed’s heart clench. He wondered if he’d ever be able to be comfortable around children again. Trisha had been almost three when she’d drowned, and being around kids always made his memories more of a burden.
Megan stood on her tiptoes and crooked her finger at Brianne, glancing shyly at Jed. “Can I have another cookie?” she almost whispered. “Mommy said I could. There aren’t any more on the tray. So she said I should ask you.”
When Brianne smiled, her face lit up, as did her eyes and everything about her. Jed could tell this child meant a lot to her.
“We’ll have to do something about an empty cookie tray,” Brianne agreed. “Sure, you can have another one.”
“Can I take the lid off the cookie jar?” Megan asked eagerly.
“Maybe Dr. Sawyer can lift you up. I’ll hold Penelope for you.”
Brianne looked at Jed as if she was making an everyday request. He realized she was, and he shouldn’t make a big deal of it. He tried to keep his expression blank. “Where’s the cookie jar?” he asked gruffly.
Pulling a gingerbread boy jar from behind the coffeepot, Brianne nudged it near the edge of the counter with her elbow as she tucked the rag doll under her arm and filled the coffee carafe with water.
Megan ran over to Jed and held her arms up to him. His chest was so tight he could hardly breathe. Clasping her around the waist, he lifted her until she could reach the jar, telling himself not to feel…not to think…not to remember.
But Brianne had turned off the water now and was looking at him curiously. He realized something showed—something he didn’t want her to see.
After Megan lifted off the gingerbread boy’s head, Brianne took out about a dozen cookies to replenish the empty tray. The little girl replaced the lid very carefully, and Brianne handed her a cookie. Megan glanced over her shoulder at Jed. “You can put me down now.”
He gently settled her on the floor again.
When she looked up at him, her smile was as sparkling as her blue eyes. “Thank you. Do you want one?”
“No. Not now.”
She nodded as if she understood. “You have to eat your vegetables before you can eat cookies.” After Brianne handed Megan her doll, the little girl ran out of the kitchen, leaving them alone again.
“Dr. Sawyer, are you all right?”
“It’s Jed,” he brusquely reminded her.
With her concerned expression, her beautifully curved lips, her pretty heart-shaped face, he knew staying away from Brianne was his best course of action. Besides the fact that he was much too old for her—Dr. Olsen had mentioned she was twenty-three—he knew her background was probably a carbon copy of his ex-wife’s. After all, Brianne was a Barrington. Getting to know her outside of their working relationship was not a good idea.
“I’m fine,” he assured her now. “But I have to be going.”
“So soon? Have you even had any cake?” She pointed to the table holding a frosted cake with Welcome written on it.
“No, I haven’t. But everyone here can enjoy it. I really do appreciate you and Lily welcoming me back to Sawyer Springs. If I don’t see Lily on my way out, please tell her how grateful I am.” He knew his voice was flat. He knew he didn’t have a decent excuse to give for leaving. Yet none of that mattered. He wasn’t ready to be around mothers and children…or a woman who seemed to be thawing his frozen libido.
As he left the kitchen, Brianne called, “I’ll see you in the morning.” He lifted his hand in acknowledgment that he’d heard her. Then he headed for the door, deciding he should have stayed in Alaska.
Chapter Two
As Brianne filed patient charts late Monday afternoon, she quickly glanced out the window. Snow had been falling heavily since midmorning. Everyone else had left, and she was waiting for Jed to finish with his last chart. He’d been distant today, and she wondered again what had gone through his mind yesterday afternoon at the party—and why he’d left so abruptly. The only personal conversation they’d had was “good morning.” Everything else had had to do with work.
Still…Brianne found the man intriguing, in spite of herself. Working around him minute by minute, hour by hour, she found thoughts taking shape in her head she’d never had before. Thoughts of a man and woman kissing, touching…
With a blast of mid-January wind, the door in the reception area burst open and a burly figure stomped in. Brianne was used to walk-ins by now, but she was also a bit worried about how long another appointment would take, and driving home in the deepening snow.
The elderly man tracked slush from his black galoshes through the waiting room as he came to the receptionist’s window. He wore an orange hunter’s cap, and he pushed it high on his brow now as he gazed at her from beneath bushy gray brows. His face was lined, his square jaw beard-stubbled. The loose, red-plaid wool jacket he was wearing made him look bigger and burlier than he actually was, she noted.
Closing the sliding metal door of the files, Brianne crossed to the glass window and opened it. “Can I help you?”
His green eyes passed over her appraisingly. “Just point me in the direction of Jed Sawyer.”
She would never let an unverified patient into the exam area. “Do you have an appointment with Dr. Sawyer?”
“I don’t need an appointment. I’m his father.”
Brianne smiled at once. She could see the resemblance now in the high cheekbones and the broad brow. “Dr. Sawyer is finishing patient notes. I’ll get him.”
But before Brianne could step back from the window, Jed entered the office and spotted his father. “Dad. What are you doing out in this?”
His father shrugged. “I needed rock salt for the sidewalk if this ices up. Since you walked here, I thought you might appreciate a ride. You’d better buy yourself