Theodore had been transferred to a different side ward, and Pamela walked in to see a small gaggle of doctors gathered around the foot of his bed. There was an unmistakable air of tension in the room.She shot a glance at her boss, who was sitting up in bed, unshaven and unashamedly bare-chested—the vulnerability of yesterday nothing but a distant memory. His black eyes glittered with displeasure as he saw her, and his voice was cool.‘Ah, Pamela. At last.’‘Is something wrong?’ she asked.‘Damned right there is.’A tall, bespectacled man detached himself from the group, extending his hand and introducing himself as the consultant. ‘You’re his partner?’ he asked Pamela, as he glanced down at the overnight bag she was carrying.Pamela went bright red, and she couldn’t miss the narrow-eyed look which Theodore angled in her direction. But for some reason she was glad that she wasn’t the same wild-haired scarecrow she’d been in the middle of the night. That she’d taken the care to wash an
Pamela’s eyes narrowed as she acknowledged her boss’s accusation. In truth, she’d been so worried about him that she’d barely given a thought to the crinkly-eyed consultant. But even if she had fallen in love at first sight and decided to slip the doctor her phone number—well, it was none of Theodore’s business. Wasn’t she doing enough for him already, without him attempting to police her private life for her?‘And what if I was?’ she retorted.He shrugged. ‘I would have thought that extremely unprofessional behaviour on his part.’‘I hardly think that you’re in any position to pass judgement on flirting,’ she murmured.Theodore drummed his fingers against one tense thigh. It was not the response he’d been expecting. A firm assertion that the doctor had been wasting his time would have been infinitely more desirable. Pamela was resolutely single, and that was the way he liked it. It meant that she could devote herself to his needs and be there whenever he wanted her.‘I thought you on
For a moment, Theodore acknowledged the fleeting tension, a subtle discord that quickened his pulse. Wasn’t it curious, he mused inwardly, how such minor sparks between a man and a woman could ignite a rush of thoughts and sensations?Pamela’s suggestion hung in the air, her tone sweetly teasing yet underscored by a hint of challenge. "Then why don’t you give me a pay rise? I could buy myself a newer car."Theodore’s lips quirked in a half-smile, his mind momentarily diverted by the playful banter. He recognized the game they played, the unspoken dance of wit and attraction that simmered beneath their professional rapport. Pamela’s confident demeanor and sharp retorts never failed to stir a reaction from him—a mix of amusement and a deeper, more primal response that hinted at something beyond their usual exchanges.He cleared his throat, regaining his composure as he considered her proposal with a measured expression. Beneath the surface, however, his thoughts lingered on the electric
It had been over a decade later before their paths crossed again. She had gone back to the school for the opening of a magnificent extension to the library and Theodore had been there, still surrounded by adoring women. For one brief moment Pamela had looked at him with adult eyes. Had registered that he was still as gorgeous as he was unobtainable and that her schoolgirl crush should sensibly die a death. With a resigned little shrug of her shoulders she had turned away and put him right out of her mind as of that moment.The new library was fabulous, with softly gleaming carved wooden panels. Tooled leather tables sat at its centre, and the long, leaded arched windows looked out onto the cool beauty of the north gardens.By then Pamela had been a secretary—working in a dusty office for a rather dry bunch of lawyers in London. It hadn’t been the most exciting work in the world, but it had been well paid, and had provided her with the security she had always craved.There’d been no on
She turned to look at him—at the ebony arcs of his feathered lashes which were the only soft component to make up his formidable face. She had never seen him asleep before, and it was like looking at a very different man. The hard planes and angles of his features threw shadows over his olive skin, and for once his sensual lips were relaxed. Once again she saw an unfamiliar trace of vulnerability etched on his features, and once again she felt that little stab of awareness at her heart.He was so still, she thought wonderingly. Remarkably still for a man who rarely stopped. Who drove himself remorselessly in the way that successful men always did. Why, it seemed almost a shame to wake him … and to have him face the reality of his convalescence in her humble home.Racking her brain, she thought back to how she’d left the place last weekend, and realised that there was no fresh food or milk. Stuff she would normally have brought down with her from London.Reaching out her hand, she touch
Unexpectedly, Theodore gave a low laugh. ‘You can be a fierce little tiger at times, can’t you?’Something about his very obvious approval made her cheeks grow warm with pleasure. ‘I can if I need to be.’‘Okay, you win.’ Sinking down onto a chintzy and over-stuffed sofa, he batted her a sardonic look. ‘Is that better, Nurse?’Trying not to laugh, Pamela nodded. ‘Marginally. Do you think you could just try sitting there quietly while I light the fire?’‘I can try.’Theodore leaned back against a heap of cushions and watched as she busied herself with matches and kindling. Funny, really—he’d never really pictured Pamela in a cottage which was distinctly chocolate-boxy despite the sub-zero temperatures. Not that he’d given very much thought at all as to how his assistant lived her life.Stifling a yawn, he looked around. The sitting room had those tiny windows which didn’t let in very much light, and a big, recessed fireplace—the kind you saw on the front of Christmas cards. She was crou
Since his brother had unexpectedly acceded to the throne, things had become even more difficult for him, putting him directly in the spotlight. He was painfully aware that everything he said was listened to carefully, frequently twisted out of context, and then spread around, so he had learned to speak very cautiously.But at this moment, he was experiencing a rare feeling of happiness that was entirely new to him. For the first time since he became an adult, he found himself alone in a small space with a woman who wasn’t trying to undress him.‘I have a slight ache in my …’ he shifted his position as she tucked her surprisingly long legs beneath her and he felt another sharp kick of awareness ‘… head. But other than that I feel okay.’The gleam in his black eyes made Pamela uneasy. She wished he would stop staring at her that way. To distract herself, she gave the fire a quick, unnecessary poke. "Good," she said.Theodore took a sip of his tea, observing the sudden tension in her sho
‘It is what it is. Some people have to contend with far worse. My childhood was comfortable and safe—and you can’t knock something like that. Now, would you like some more tea before it gets cold?’ she questioned briskly.He could tell from the brightness in her voice that she wanted to change the subject, and suddenly he found he was relieved. It had been his mistake to encourage too much introspection—especially about the past. Because didn’t it open up memories which did no one any good? Memories which were best avoided because they took you to dark places?He shook his head. ‘No thanks. Just show me which bathroom you want me to use.’‘Right.’ Pamela hesitated. Why hadn’t she thought of this? ‘The thing is that there’s only one bathroom, I’m afraid.’ She bit her lip. ‘We’re going to have to … well, share.’There was a pause. ‘Share?