The firm set of his jaw drew her. She had never seen that look on Henry’s face.
She mentally cringed. If they were handing out awards for good looks, Dr. Fuller would take the prize. His practiced masculine gaze ran over her lightly. She shivered, even though the day was blazing hot.
She felt a warm wave of breath in her ear as he repeated, “You’ll have to groan louder. They can’t hear you.”
Embarrassed that he had seen through her ruse, she mumbled through closed lips, “Are you sure?”
“Trust me.”
Of course. Trust him. The first thing he was sure to do would be tell Grandpa that she was helping the controversial Lydia Pinkham sell her medicinal elixir. And when Riley heard that, along with what had happened here today, he’d have a fit of apoplexy.
“Moan!” Fuller ordered quietly.
Complying, April rendered a loud, mournful wail.
“Stand back,” he demanded, rising to clear a path through the crowd. The women obediently stepped aside, murmuring approvingly among themselves about the man’s quick action.
“Is she all right, Doctor?”
“She appears to be coming around.”
The women oohed and aahed, their eyes anxiously trained on the young woman lying on the ground like a rag doll.
Assisting April to her feet, Gray led her to a nearby bench. She pretended to still be dazed, and if the truth were known, the good doctor did set her head spinning.
Although uneasy at the sudden physical intimacy, she kept up her pretense, wavering convincingly for the women who watched with open concern.
With the excitement over, the crowd began to break up. Most refused to leave without purchasing a bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.
Henry Long rushed to April’s side, concern on his babyish features. “April, are you ill, darling?”
Patting Henry’s hand consolingly, she assured him she wasn’t, only a bit shaken up.
Lydia stepped over to ask if April had sustained any serious injuries. When told she hadn’t, she made her way back into the crowd, where Will and Dan were selling the compound as fast as they could dole it out.
When the area finally cleared, Dr. Fuller attempted to conduct a brief examination. “You’ve got a bump.” He touched her forehead. “Should make a nice bruise.”
“Wonderful,” she muttered, drawing a deep breath to clear her head. Something else to explain to Grandpa.
“Are you experiencing any pain?”
“No, and you’ve done quite enough, thank you.” April felt like a fool! Not only had she drawn undue attention to herself by speaking up like that, she’d created a scene that was sure to get back to Grandpa and all of Dignity before she did. Still, it wasn’t that unpleasant being administered to by Dr. Fuller. The feel of his gentle hand on her forehead lingered, and she reached to finger the spot.
“Ouch!” It had felt much better when the doctor touched the bump.
Gray’s brows lifted. “I’m trying to place you. Haven’t we met, Miss…”
“I have a common-looking face,” she said, standing up hurriedly. He’d been at the house several times, but she’d managed to evade him. His very demeanor frightened her—and doctors plain scared her. Still, he might have spotted her lurking in the porch shadows….
Regaining her bearings, she straightened her dress, smoothed her flyaway hair, remembered to thank him, and took off in the opposite direction at a hurried pace.
“If you have any blurring of vision, be sure and see a doctor…miss?”
She dismissed him with an absent wave. “I’m fine, really.”
He would remember where he’d seen her, and tell Grandpa. She might as well brace herself for the explosion.
Gray stared after her, watching the sway of her slender hips as she hurried along. He searched his mind, trying to recall meeting her. How could he possibly have encountered such a beautiful woman and not remember?
One thing was certain: the incident today would not be forgotten. It would take some doing to forget this woman.
If he ever saw her again, he’d remember.
Chapter Two
Francesca DuBois didn’t understand the word no.
“Have you not missed me, chéri? It has been too long.” The ebony-haired beauty seated across the desk smiled provocatively.
“It’s difficult for me to get away. I’m the only doctor in town. A lot of people need me.”
“But, my darling, I need you, too.” She frowned. “Are you aware of how difficult it is to explain your continued absence to my friends?”
“You knew when I took this practice I would be in Dallas less frequently.” He tossed a folder on his desk, annoyed that she was here. He’d made it clear that when the time was right—and if he changed his mind and decided to honor the engagement—he would send for her. True to form, Francesca had jumped the gun, and here she sat, looking as though she was here to stay.
Her eyes roamed the small office. “Honestly, Gray. Why would you want to bury yourself in a backward town like Destiny?”
“Dignity.”
As usual, she ignored the correction. Had he noticed this irritating trait before?
“Even more appalling. You had a glowing Dallas practice, more patients than you could handle. Now—” she swept a gloved hand at the Spartan quarters “—this.”
At first she had argued about his decision, but when it became clear he was going to make the move, she’d stopped. Gray knew she thought the forced separation would strengthen their shaky relationship. But just the opposite had occurred.
Gray had realized his calling. Dallas had its share of progressive doctors, and few people who needed, or wanted, them. The rural communities still depended on midwives and herbalists to serve their medical needs—people with no training, who gained what little knowledge they had through information passed down from a grandmother or an aunt.
No, Gray wasn’t needed in Dallas. But he was needed in the countryside. Francesca couldn’t understand that; couldn’t or wouldn’t understand it. Her father wasn’t much better.
Though he was indebted to Louis DuBois for financing his medical internship, he didn’t agree with the older doctor’s focus on medicine merely as a means to make money. Somewhere along the way, Louis had forgotten medicine was a service to humanity.
When Gray announced his intentions to take over Joe McFarland’s practice in Dignity, Louis hadn’t argued with him. Instead, he’d figured it wouldn’t take long for Gray to admit his mistake and return to
