Instant Gratification
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His lips were curved slightly, and she drank in his closeness. He smelled a little woodsy, a little citrusy, and a whole lot male. His face was tanned, with fine lines fanning out from his eyes and the corners of his mouth, assuring her that he laughed, and often.
She had no idea why that was so damn attractive. Maybe because she’d always wondered what it was like not to be ruled by her work.
But her work was her life. She’d made sure of it.
Stone rubbed his jaw. He hadn’t shaved that morning, maybe not yesterday either, and the stubble should have put her off.
Yeah. It so didn’t.
She needed something to put her off. Maybe he wore holey socks. Maybe he snored. God, she hoped he snored.
“You going to talk to him before you go?”
“I think I said enough.”
“You were pretty hard on him.” The casual bluntness of the words struck a chord deep inside her, mostly because he was right. Which she hated.
“Maybe you could find something else to say. Something kind.”
Ah, good, there it was, the putting off. Perfect.
But in the face of her silence, he just held her gaze, clear and steady, and she sighed. Just say it, Stone. Say the rest of what you want to say.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I get that in your world, you can back up that badass city girl thing you’ve got going on, but things are different here.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she responded. “People around here tend to get all up in other people’s business, for one.” She shot him a meaningful look.
He smiled. “It’s called caring.”
“Oh. I thought it was called nosy.”
He shook his head. “You’re stubborn. You get that from him. He means something to me, Emma,” he said softly, with steel underlying every syllable. “Maybe you could cut him some slack.”
She wanted to promise him that she would, but that stubbornness reared its ugly head and she bit her tongue.
He looked at her for a long moment, then when she didn’t speak, nodded his thanks at the casseroles in his arms and turned and walked away.
Chapter 10
Stone let out a low breath which diluted his odd and disconcerting lust for Emma not one little iota, and handed off the casserole dishes to Doc.
“Thanks.” Doc got the door, then moved through his kitchen to the refrigerator, rustling through it for something to drink. As Stone had personally taken out all the caffeine, he knew Doc wasn’t going to find what he was looking for—which was his beloved Pepsi.
“The kids?”
“The sun’s peeking out. They’re lying on the rocks,” Stone said. “Why didn’t you tell her?”
He was still rummaging for Pepsi. “Tell her what?”
Stone reached out, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to him. “Oh, I don’t know, that you didn’t ignore her on purpose when she was growing up. That you could have hired another doctor for your place but you wanted to see her. That you had a major heart attack not a minor one…pick one.”
“Oh.” Doc leaned back and stared at the bottle of water in his hand. “I think she knows.”
“Really? Then why does she seem to blame you for the lack of relationship between you two?”
“Because her mother, well-meaning as she was, was a little distant. Her stepfather even more distant. In Emma’s book, my actions—or lack of—put me in the same category as them. Emotionally, she raised herself. In doing so, she learned a painful lesson—that she could trust no one with her heart.”
“That’s a sucky lesson.”
“Yes, and I take responsibility for that.” Shaking his head at himself, he opened the water bottle and took a long drink. “We all know that I was the adult, that I should have tried harder. That I should have gotten over my broken heart and fought for my child. And she’s right.”
“So what now?”
Doc turned the water in his hands, as if he could turn it into the Pepsi he wanted. “If she asks me to, I’m going to sell the clinic.”
“What?”
“Yeah.” Doc nodded, looking unusually solemn. “I just wanted you to hear it from me before you catch wind of it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She isn’t going to stay, Stone,” he said very gently. “I can’t make her admit that she belongs here—”
“She does belong here.” Where the hell that came from, he had no idea.
“I can’t keep the Urgent Care going by myself, we both know that. I can either hire doctors on a rotating schedule, or sell. If I sell, at least it isn’t a burden to her, and maybe I can get into the rotation. A day a week would be right up my alley.”
Stone stared at him. “You’re sounding like you’re okay with this idea already.”
“Are you kidding? I hate it.” Doc sighed. “If I thought anything or anyone could change her mind…”
Stone looked at Doc and saw the small light of hope. “Don’t look at me,” he said quickly. “She wouldn’t listen to me even if I tried. She has a bit of an attitude, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Doc laughed softly. “You’re falling for her.”
He was falling for her. “This is your deal.”
“I’m just saying, if it came up…”
“Doc.” Stone shook his head. “Listen, we’ve been through this. You need to talk to her yourself. You need to fight for her, as her father.”
She had no idea why that was so damn attractive. Maybe because she’d always wondered what it was like not to be ruled by her work.
But her work was her life. She’d made sure of it.
Stone rubbed his jaw. He hadn’t shaved that morning, maybe not yesterday either, and the stubble should have put her off.
Yeah. It so didn’t.
She needed something to put her off. Maybe he wore holey socks. Maybe he snored. God, she hoped he snored.
“You going to talk to him before you go?”
“I think I said enough.”
“You were pretty hard on him.” The casual bluntness of the words struck a chord deep inside her, mostly because he was right. Which she hated.
“Maybe you could find something else to say. Something kind.”
Ah, good, there it was, the putting off. Perfect.
But in the face of her silence, he just held her gaze, clear and steady, and she sighed. Just say it, Stone. Say the rest of what you want to say.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I get that in your world, you can back up that badass city girl thing you’ve got going on, but things are different here.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she responded. “People around here tend to get all up in other people’s business, for one.” She shot him a meaningful look.
He smiled. “It’s called caring.”
“Oh. I thought it was called nosy.”
He shook his head. “You’re stubborn. You get that from him. He means something to me, Emma,” he said softly, with steel underlying every syllable. “Maybe you could cut him some slack.”
She wanted to promise him that she would, but that stubbornness reared its ugly head and she bit her tongue.
He looked at her for a long moment, then when she didn’t speak, nodded his thanks at the casseroles in his arms and turned and walked away.
Chapter 10
Stone let out a low breath which diluted his odd and disconcerting lust for Emma not one little iota, and handed off the casserole dishes to Doc.
“Thanks.” Doc got the door, then moved through his kitchen to the refrigerator, rustling through it for something to drink. As Stone had personally taken out all the caffeine, he knew Doc wasn’t going to find what he was looking for—which was his beloved Pepsi.
“The kids?”
“The sun’s peeking out. They’re lying on the rocks,” Stone said. “Why didn’t you tell her?”
He was still rummaging for Pepsi. “Tell her what?”
Stone reached out, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to him. “Oh, I don’t know, that you didn’t ignore her on purpose when she was growing up. That you could have hired another doctor for your place but you wanted to see her. That you had a major heart attack not a minor one…pick one.”
“Oh.” Doc leaned back and stared at the bottle of water in his hand. “I think she knows.”
“Really? Then why does she seem to blame you for the lack of relationship between you two?”
“Because her mother, well-meaning as she was, was a little distant. Her stepfather even more distant. In Emma’s book, my actions—or lack of—put me in the same category as them. Emotionally, she raised herself. In doing so, she learned a painful lesson—that she could trust no one with her heart.”
“That’s a sucky lesson.”
“Yes, and I take responsibility for that.” Shaking his head at himself, he opened the water bottle and took a long drink. “We all know that I was the adult, that I should have tried harder. That I should have gotten over my broken heart and fought for my child. And she’s right.”
“So what now?”
Doc turned the water in his hands, as if he could turn it into the Pepsi he wanted. “If she asks me to, I’m going to sell the clinic.”
“What?”
“Yeah.” Doc nodded, looking unusually solemn. “I just wanted you to hear it from me before you catch wind of it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“She isn’t going to stay, Stone,” he said very gently. “I can’t make her admit that she belongs here—”
“She does belong here.” Where the hell that came from, he had no idea.
“I can’t keep the Urgent Care going by myself, we both know that. I can either hire doctors on a rotating schedule, or sell. If I sell, at least it isn’t a burden to her, and maybe I can get into the rotation. A day a week would be right up my alley.”
Stone stared at him. “You’re sounding like you’re okay with this idea already.”
“Are you kidding? I hate it.” Doc sighed. “If I thought anything or anyone could change her mind…”
Stone looked at Doc and saw the small light of hope. “Don’t look at me,” he said quickly. “She wouldn’t listen to me even if I tried. She has a bit of an attitude, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Doc laughed softly. “You’re falling for her.”
He was falling for her. “This is your deal.”
“I’m just saying, if it came up…”
“Doc.” Stone shook his head. “Listen, we’ve been through this. You need to talk to her yourself. You need to fight for her, as her father.”
