what...? Oh!’ Her blush expanded to all areas of her face and neck until she glowed with humiliation. ‘Then stand on your own two feet. This is killing me!’ she croaked, praying he’d never know how much.
The riveting blue eyes remained fixed on her face. ‘You and me both,’ he promised her grimly.
Phoebe stiffened.
Sometimes it wasn’t what someone said but the way he said it, especially if he had a smoky, impossibly sexy voice—that and the way his eyes flickered ever so briefly to the heaving contours of a girl’s breasts—not forgetting the air of repressed longing on his face when those same devastating eyes came to rest hungrily on her mouth.
A shiver shuddered through her aching body. It was like swimming through warm, clinging honey, trying to break the intimate eye contact.
Phoebe was sweating lightly and quivering all over by the time she succeeded.
‘Hurry up, Ellen!’ she yelled harshly. ‘Some time this century would be good. As you’re fond of pointing out,’she added bitterly, ‘time is money, and our resources aren’t infinite.’ More importantly, neither was her self-control!
Ironically, desperation made her sound for the moment like the stereotypical type of arrogant medic Phoebe had vowed never to turn into. In Phoebe’s view, being in the job of making life-and-death decisions made all too many of her colleagues inclined to take their god-like role a little too seriously.
‘I’m doing my best!’
From the other woman’s outraged tone Phoebe knew for sure that she’d find the most difficult patients directed to her consulting room for the next few days. Under the circumstances, that might not be a bad thing. The more work she had, the less time she had to think, and thinking wasn’t something she planned doing any time soon!
Teeth gritted, eyes firmly fixed on her own narrow feet, she turned her body to try and decrease the intimate contact. This tactic backfired when Connor, balanced on his good leg, inexplicably chose this moment to relieve her of some of his weight.
The breath rushed from her lungs in a silent whoosh as the unmistakable touch of his arousal brushed against her hip-bone.
Phoebe whimpered in an unforgivably needy way. They both froze.
Dazed and drowning in a warm sea of aching desire, Phoebe raised her eyes to Connor’s face. His scorching blue gaze incapacitated her still further. No sweaty bundle of teenage hormones had ever felt more out of control than she did.
If Ellen hadn’t chosen that moment to thrust the crutches between them, she dreaded to think what she might have done next.
Standing several feet away with a brain that was workingat a rudimentary level, she realised a little later that she’d had a lucky escape.
No, leave him with Ellen, she told herself, watching the other woman fuss solicitously over him. Far safer. And as for the...the other thing... A tiny self-derisive quiver moved her stiff lips. For a doctor who had listened to the most hair-raisingly intimate sexual details in a professional capacity, she could be awfully squeamish and coy when it came to her own personal sex life, she thought.
Personal. There lay the problem. Phoebe didn’t believe for a moment that it was personal on Con’s side. At best, Ellen was the actual target of his arousal and she had just got in the way! At worst—Phoebe lifted her chin—she had no intention of standing in for her twin, not ever!
‘I’ll leave you to it, then,’ she said at her bright professional best.
Despite the fact that thinking about what she might be leaving them to made her feel nauseous, she even managed an impersonal—not to mention insincere—smile.
‘If you can cope, Ellen?’
‘Oh, I can cope,’ the other woman assured her far too swiftly.
Phoebe, sliding hurriedly into her car, prayed that she never gave off the same desperation vibes as the blonde. With a carefree honk of her horn, she drove off—in the wrong direction—without looking at the
The riveting blue eyes remained fixed on her face. ‘You and me both,’ he promised her grimly.
Phoebe stiffened.
Sometimes it wasn’t what someone said but the way he said it, especially if he had a smoky, impossibly sexy voice—that and the way his eyes flickered ever so briefly to the heaving contours of a girl’s breasts—not forgetting the air of repressed longing on his face when those same devastating eyes came to rest hungrily on her mouth.
A shiver shuddered through her aching body. It was like swimming through warm, clinging honey, trying to break the intimate eye contact.
Phoebe was sweating lightly and quivering all over by the time she succeeded.
‘Hurry up, Ellen!’ she yelled harshly. ‘Some time this century would be good. As you’re fond of pointing out,’she added bitterly, ‘time is money, and our resources aren’t infinite.’ More importantly, neither was her self-control!
Ironically, desperation made her sound for the moment like the stereotypical type of arrogant medic Phoebe had vowed never to turn into. In Phoebe’s view, being in the job of making life-and-death decisions made all too many of her colleagues inclined to take their god-like role a little too seriously.
‘I’m doing my best!’
From the other woman’s outraged tone Phoebe knew for sure that she’d find the most difficult patients directed to her consulting room for the next few days. Under the circumstances, that might not be a bad thing. The more work she had, the less time she had to think, and thinking wasn’t something she planned doing any time soon!
Teeth gritted, eyes firmly fixed on her own narrow feet, she turned her body to try and decrease the intimate contact. This tactic backfired when Connor, balanced on his good leg, inexplicably chose this moment to relieve her of some of his weight.
The breath rushed from her lungs in a silent whoosh as the unmistakable touch of his arousal brushed against her hip-bone.
Phoebe whimpered in an unforgivably needy way. They both froze.
Dazed and drowning in a warm sea of aching desire, Phoebe raised her eyes to Connor’s face. His scorching blue gaze incapacitated her still further. No sweaty bundle of teenage hormones had ever felt more out of control than she did.
If Ellen hadn’t chosen that moment to thrust the crutches between them, she dreaded to think what she might have done next.
Standing several feet away with a brain that was workingat a rudimentary level, she realised a little later that she’d had a lucky escape.
No, leave him with Ellen, she told herself, watching the other woman fuss solicitously over him. Far safer. And as for the...the other thing... A tiny self-derisive quiver moved her stiff lips. For a doctor who had listened to the most hair-raisingly intimate sexual details in a professional capacity, she could be awfully squeamish and coy when it came to her own personal sex life, she thought.
Personal. There lay the problem. Phoebe didn’t believe for a moment that it was personal on Con’s side. At best, Ellen was the actual target of his arousal and she had just got in the way! At worst—Phoebe lifted her chin—she had no intention of standing in for her twin, not ever!
‘I’ll leave you to it, then,’ she said at her bright professional best.
Despite the fact that thinking about what she might be leaving them to made her feel nauseous, she even managed an impersonal—not to mention insincere—smile.
‘If you can cope, Ellen?’
‘Oh, I can cope,’ the other woman assured her far too swiftly.
Phoebe, sliding hurriedly into her car, prayed that she never gave off the same desperation vibes as the blonde. With a carefree honk of her horn, she drove off—in the wrong direction—without looking at the
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