last thing Forrest Traub wanted.
He’d made that very clear while talking to his cousin yesterday about the reason he was in Thunder Canyon for the summer.
“So, Dr. North’s secretary seemed a bit hesitant about us being in here.” Annabel wanted to talk to Forrest about Smiley being a part of his upcoming medical treatment, but she couldn’t just jump into the topic. Not when she’d taken it upon herself to be here instead of waiting for an invitation. “Me and Smiley, that is. Don’t tell me your doctor is a stodgy, old curmudgeon who considers his office his inner sanctum?”
“He’s not—”
“I’m only asking because the more senior the doctor the more they tend to think the only good medicine is the kind that comes in a pill or from the sharp end of a scalpel.” She glanced around for clues, but wasn’t close enough to see the graduation dates on the medical degrees hanging from the wall. “Wow, look at all those awards and certificates. Pretty impressive. Then again, this place could use some brightening, a splash of color. Everything in here is brown.”
“Annabel—”
“No family photos on his desk. There’s not even a plant,” she pushed on, afraid if she shut up Forrest was going to kick her and her dog out. “His secretary practically has a jungle around her desk. You’d think she’d put at least one green leafy thing in her boss’s office.”
“Annabel, stop.”
Forrest’s soft, yet firm command included an unspoken request for her to look at him. She obeyed, while holding her breath.
“I know why you’re here,” he said.
She waited a moment, then air became a necessity. “You do?”
“I know all about the work you and your dog do.”
“Smiley.”
“Excuse me?”
“My dog’s name is Smiley, and how do you know?”
“Your sister is very proud of you … and Smiley.” Forrest looked down at the dog, continuing to scratch him behind his floppy ears. “But I don’t think he can help me.”
Annabel had heard those words, many times before and from many different types of people. Young children fighting diseases they couldn’t pronounce, the elderly fighting to hold on to their memories and their dignity, and those fighting for the most important thing of all, hope.
“How do you feel?” she asked. “I mean, right now?”
Forrest shook his head. “Forget it, Annabel. I’m not going there.”
“I’m not trying to psychoanalyze you.” She moved closer. “And I know there’s nothing medically we can do—”
“Good. That’s my job.”
Annabel whirled around at the very deep, very male voice coming from the open doorway.
She immediately cataloged a pair of men’s shiny black shoes, dark slacks with a sharp crease down the center of each leg, a cobalt-blue shirt, striped tie and white lab coat.
Dr. Thomas North.
Before her perusal could get past a nicely chiseled jaw, Smiley bounced across the office, pulling his leash to its full length.
Offering an enthusiastic greeting that included a playful bark, her pet rose on his back legs and planted his front paws on the man’s midsection.
The move knocked the doctor back against the door frame and sent the paperwork in his hands flying everywhere.
“Smiley!”
Horrified at her pet’s unusual behavior, Annabel rushed to help. A quick tug on the collar and Smiley dropped back to all four paws on the ground, but the tail continued to wag up a storm.
“I’m so sorry!” She quickly wound the dog’s lead around her palm, pulling him back to her side. “He usually doesn’t act like this. I have no idea—” She then focused on the mess on the floor. “Oh, here, let me help you!”
Dropping to her knees, she started grabbing the loose pages and the manila folders, but the man in front of her mirrored her actions. Their heads collided with a resounding crack.
“Oh, fudge nuggets!” Annabel swore and fell backward, landing on her butt. She rubbed hard at the stinging at her temple hoping to erase the pain.
Darn, that hurt!
Suddenly, the warmth and strength of male hands, one capturing her rubbing fingers and the other cupping her jaw, caused a shiver to dance over her skin.
“Look at me. Are you all right?”
Annabel blinked hard as her world tilted. She could swear she saw a dizzying array of stars.
Forcing her gaze upward, she found icy blue eyes, serious and probing and perfectly matching his shirt, staring intently back at her.
Forget the stars.
This was a full-blown meteor shower.
Thomas North knelt on the carpet, cringing at the wrinkled paperwork beneath his feet.
The last thing he’d expected when he hurried into his office, cursing himself for being late thanks to his weekly breakfast date with his grandmother, was to be attacked by an overgrown hairy beast.
Or by the woman who was obviously its owner.
“Hello, miss? Did you hear me? Are you okay?”
“Y-yes, I think so.”
Ignoring how her breathy words warmed the inside of his wrist, then transformed into a tremor that raced up his entire arm, Thomas focused on her pale blue eyes. They seemed clear and bright, but her speech was a bit slow.
He waved his hand, holding up three fingers in front of the woman’s face. “How many fingers do you see?”
“Two.”
Hmm, not good.
His own head still smarted from where they’d come together with a hard thunk, but he didn’t have any problem directing Forrest Traub back into the chair he started to rise from or to see the beautiful blonde on the floor in front of him.
Not to mention another blond, with four legs and a wet nose, who was getting in his way.
“And a thumb.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re holding up two fingers, index and middle, and your thumb.” She laid a hand on the dog’s snout, where it tunneled into her loose waves at her shoulder. “I’m okay, Smiley. Please, sit.”
The dog obeyed the woman’s command, just barely, as its backside continued to shimmy, helped by the rapid wagging of its tail.
Thomas
