Luke smiled. ‘We’ll let you know what time.’
‘Okay.’ She slid her hands into the pockets of her coat. ‘I’d better get back to work. I just wanted to look in and see how you were.’
‘We’re good. Aren’t we, Dad?’
‘We are indeed.’ His eyes were filled with light and warmth and something more. Something that made Terri’s heart lurch. ‘I’ll catch up with you before you go off duty, Terri.’
‘Sure,’ she managed. ‘I’m off at five, all being well.’
‘I know.’ His slow smile sent a hot shaft of excitement sizzling along her diaphragm.
‘It’s a pleasure, Edith,’ Terri said as she opened the door to let her last patient out. ‘Keep off that foot as much as possible and we’ll see you again next week.’
‘Next Friday. Thanks again, dear.’ Leaning heavily on her walking frame, the woman hobbled a couple of steps then stopped in the doorway. ‘Oh, Luke. How are you?’
‘Good, thanks, Edith.’ His smile seemed tense to Terri’s eye but he stopped to exchanged pleasantries with the elderly woman. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I need an urgent word with Terri, with Dr Mitchell.’
‘Of course, dear. We’ll chat another time.’
‘Absolutely.’ He nodded. A muscle rippled in his jaw as though he was keeping his emotions on a tight leash while he chatted with Edith. He stood aside so she could move through the door. ‘You can count on it.’
As soon as the patient had gone, he shut the door. The latch snicked loudly in the silence and he stood for a moment with his hand on the doorknob.
Terri’s mouth went dry. ‘Luke. Is there a problem with Allie?’
‘No. No. Just the opposite.’ His voice was gruff as he turned.
Terri found herself scooped into a tight hug. For a split second she froze as sensations tumbled into her brain. The feeling of his solid body aligned with hers, the heat and strength of his arms wrapped around her. The fresh essence of him, faintly tangy, masculine and clean. She flattened her hands on his back, feeling the hard ridge of muscle on either side of his spine.
She shut her eyes, savouring the contact as her knees turned rubbery. The embrace felt wonderful and for a magical instant his touch erased her sorrow and filled empty places in her spirit. In his arms, she felt more whole than she had for a long, long time.
After a moment, he held her at arm’s length, his eyes burning down into hers.
‘Thank you.’ His throat worked as he struggled to speak. ‘I owe you more than I can ever repay.’
‘Oh, Luke.’ This glimpse into his vulnerability was wrenching. Terri ached for him. She reached up to cup his cheek.
He brought his hand up, held her fingers more firmly to his face. The very faint roughness of his clean-shaven jaw tingled on her skin. Her heart squeezed.
‘You saved my daughter’s life and you’ve performed a miracle by getting her talking to me.’ His head dipped and his lips touched her palm for a tiny thrilling moment.
She sucked in a quick breath at the caress, reminding herself that it meant nothing. Luke was naturally demonstrative and this moment was an emotional one for him. His love for his daughter and his relief at their reunion was spilling over into his actions. But her stubborn heart somersaulted wildly, refusing to listen to common sense.
‘You’ve given her back to me, Terri.’
With her senses so overloaded with physical awareness, she struggled to bring her mind back to their discussion. Allie. ‘You never lost her, Luke. She loves you very much. You know she does. She’s just confused right now. You were the person she asked for when she was brought in today.’
‘Was I? Thank you.’ His grip tightened on her hand briefly when she tried to withdraw her fingers. After a moment he released her and a grin lit up his face. ‘She hugged me.’
‘Yeah, she did.’ Terri’s smile felt quivery. ‘I saw.’
He sobered. ‘My poor baby. Thinking her mother’s death was her fault. I didn’t see it. I still don’t know how she could have believed it.’
‘Children have their own view of the way the world works.’ She curled her fingers into her palm, as though by holding tight she could lock the sensory memory of his skin on hers. Maybe part of the reason she had been able to tap into Allie’s feelings was because of her hyper-sensitivity to the girl’s father. ‘They sometimes feel responsible for things in a way that an adult wouldn’t consider.’
‘Yes.’ He paced away from her, lifting one hand to his forehead. His fingers furrowed through his hair, leaving endearing tufts standing in their wake.
Terri allowed her gaze to stray over his broad shoulders. The soft woven fabric of his white shirt showed off his powerful torso to perfection. With the sleeves rolled up to elbow level, she could appreciate his muscular forearms. She smiled wryly. She’d always had a weakness for nice arms and hands.
And firm thighs and posteriors. She sighed. The navy denim of Luke’s jeans fitted him very well indeed.
He spun around and his eyes drilled into hers. Heat crawled into her face as though she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
‘No wonder I couldn’t reach her. I should have listened to you the other day when you suggested she was punishing herself.’ He moved restlessly to the side again and Terri released the breath caught in her lungs. ‘She was so ill. I can’t get the picture of her struggling for breath out of my mind.’
‘Luke—’
He looked back at her fiercely. ‘I nearly lost it in the emergency room.’
‘But you didn’t.’
‘Only thanks to you treating me like a raw intern.’
‘Allie is your daughter. Of course it was difficult for you.’
‘I don’t know what I’d have done if—’
‘Stop this. Right now.’ She knew too well how he’d have felt. She might not be a parent in the full sense of the word but she knew what it was like to lose a child. The guilt could be paralysing. ‘Stop torturing yourself. Allie has recovered and she needs her father. All of him. Not someone fractured by guilt. It’s a pointless emotion when you should be concentrating on each other.’
‘Yes. You’re right.’ He dragged a hand down his face then gave her a gorgeous, lopsided smile. ‘Thank you. For everything. Including the pep talk. You see things beyond the physical. It makes you an extraordinary doctor, Terri.’
Terri swallowed and looked away. She shoved her hands into her coat pockets. His praise was almost more than she could bear because she knew exactly how limited her abilities were.
He trusted her.
It was priceless.
It was an almost intolerable burden.
She wanted to warn him not to think too highly of her. Warn him how very flawed her judgement could be.
‘Luke, please…’ Her voice was croaky. She cleared her throat before continuing. ‘I was just doing—’
‘Don’t say you were just doing your job. It was much more than that. We’re lucky to have you here at Port Cavill.’ He looked deeply into her eyes and there was no doubting his sincerity. ‘I’m lucky to have you here.’
The warm approval was too much. She needed to shrug it off, find a way to keep him at a distance, to quash this intimacy that seemed to have sprung up between them.
‘Well,’ she said, struggling for a light note, ‘I’m glad you think so. Please remember this when I do something to blot my copy book.’
Her smile felt ghastly as she blinked back the urge to cry. She needed to go, find somewhere private to pull herself back together. She cast unseeing eyes in the direction of her watch and said, ‘I must catch the lab tech before she goes for the day.’
She all but fled, not caring what he thought. As the barrier of the door clicked shut behind her, she sagged with relief.
Too much, too soon. Being close to him showed her how very flimsy the shell of her carefully mended persona was. She wasn’t ready for the powerful, conflicting emotions that Luke awakened. She wondered if she ever wo
uld be. She shivered. How long would she be able to hold the façade together under the pressure?
Luke stared at the door after Terri had gone.
He frowned. She’d seemed embarrassed by his thanks. More than that, she’d seemed ashamed, as though she was somehow undeserving of them. But that was ridiculous—she’d saved his daughter’s life today.
He’d been there, he’d seen how hard she’d worked, seen her skill and determination. He couldn’t praise her highly enough for what she’d done.
He owed her. He respected her.
And he wanted her.
Needy hunger that clawed at him. He’d held her in his arms twice now—embraces that had started out with the very best platonic intentions. But he’d felt the heat grow in his lower abdomen on both occasions, giving the contact with her a sizzling, inappropriate energy.
Familiarity wasn’t kicking in as quickly as he’d hoped. He just had to keep holding himself in check until it did.
He huffed out a breath. An armful of Terri Mitchell would test the restraint of a saint. All he had was the very tenuous control of Luke Daniels and it was no match for the temptation of her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LUKE pushed open his car door and stood listening to the high pitched howl of hard-working motorcycle engines.
He was escaping. Just for the day.
At his mother’s behest, he’d left Allie with her for a girls’ day out. Shopping. His daughter was really excited about it. He smiled wryly, hard pressed to think of anything he’d like to do less.
He was also escaping from the lure of Terri. She had the day off but he had no good excuse to invade his colleague’s off-duty hours. Other than the fact that he wanted to.
With Allie gone for the day, he couldn’t casually suggest a walk on the beach…via Terri’s cottage on the off chance that she was around. Having her so close, at the bottom of the garden, was a refined form of torture.
He sighed. Rather than hang around home testing his self-discipline, he was going to face a personal demon. He’d loved hanging out at the racetrack with his cousin Kevin, and Terri’s brother Ryan. He hadn’t been back since Kevin’s accident.
Hadn’t been on a bike either. But that was something to tackle another day…perhaps. For now, being here was an accomplishment.
He’d talk to Mick Butler while he was here, too. An informal follow-up after the diabetic episode. He smiled wryly. Maybe he would earn himself some Brownie points with Terri.
He walked through the tunnel under the track to the pit area and watched the speeding bikes for a few moments. Just an initial tightening in his chest, he noted dispassionately. Nothing unmanageable.
He took a deep breath and looked at the people standing trackside. His lips curved when he spotted a familiar profile. Terri’s uncle.
‘G’day, Mick!’
The man turned. ‘Luke Daniels!’
Their palms smacked together as they used the handshake to draw into a quick, hard embrace of uncomplicated masculine friendship.
Mick stood back, his wide smile and dark eyes familiar and uncannily like Terri’s. ‘About time you showed your face around here!’
‘Yeah, I know.’ Luke shrugged. ‘Time gets away. You know how it is.’
‘I know.’ Mick patted his arm, the gesture awkward but the emotion behind it genuine. ‘I was sorry to hear about Sue-Ellen. She was a bonzer girl.’
Luke nodded. ‘Yes, she was. Thanks. I got your card.’
‘How’s that gorgeous daughter of yours?’
‘Giving me grey hairs.’ Luke smiled.
‘It gets worse.’ Mick chuckled. ‘I remember when my girls—’
He was interrupted by loud whoops and clapping from the men nearest them. Mick’s head whipped back to the course.
‘She’s just taken Russ,’ called one of the appreciative audience. ‘Boy, he’s going to be dirty about that.’
‘She?’ A corkscrew of unease twisted through Luke’s gut. No, it couldn’t be…could it?
‘Terri.’ Mick craned his neck, following the action. ‘She’s on the yellow Honda.’
Luke’s heart leapt into his throat. His eyes followed the motorcycle as it tipped into another sweeping bend in a blur of red leather and yellow bike.
‘That’s Terri?’
Terri! Oh, God.
Desire and fear congealed into a solid lump of cold ice in his gut.
Leaning, leaning…Surely the bike must slide from under her. That long crouching form would be thrown, fragile bones crushed, gentle curves mutilated.
How dared she risk her precious life like this?
The woman. Was going. To drive him. Insane.
‘Yeah, good, isn’t she? Could’ve gone pro if she hadn’t been so set on medicine.’ Obviously unconcerned, Terri’s uncle turned away as one of the other riders came in.
Good?
Good!
Luke wanted to demand that she be called off the track, stat. He folded his arms, feeling the tightness pinch around his eyes and mouth. Acid churned in his stomach. He’d been watching the speeding riders with reasonable detachment, congratulating himself for managing that degree of calm. The accident which had killed his cousin had been years ago. Past time for him to let go his visceral antipathy to motorcycles.
But now…
Now he knew it was Terri on the track, he felt sick.
And angry.
Angrier by the minute.
Two circuits later, she slowed and pulled into the pit area. Oblivious to his glowering presence, she stopped to chat briefly to a couple of the mechanics further along the lane. Her long legs braced on either side of the machine. With a quick nod, she rode forward slowly. The machine’s throaty growl sounded a protest at the restrained speed as she turned into the empty garage.
Luke stalked across the tarmac, driven by the desire to give her a verbal blast. He turned into the wide door. Terri stood beside the bike, stripping off her gloves.
The skin-tight red leather suit moulded to her lithe body.
His gaze was drawn irresistibly down over each feminine curve.
Breast, waist, hip, thigh.
At the knee, the bright supple covering disappeared into long black boots.
Luke swallowed, his steps slowing as an unexpected shudder shook him.
His eyes made the return trip.
She was gorgeous, sensual.
Dangerous to his sanity.
As he watched, she unclipped her helmet and shook out waves of long dark hair.
Perfection.
And she would risk it all for a thrill, a momentary pleasure.
His daughter had made a confidante of this reckless creature. Allie wouldn’t be able to cope with another flood of grief in her young life. Terri needed to consider that when she indulged her whim for danger.
Bubbling anger dimmed a tiny internal alarm that sounded in his brain. Walk away. Don’t do this, don’t do this. Walk away, now.
His entire system twitched with the need for an argument, even relished the prospect in a perverse way.
His feet moved purposefully until he was only a few feet from her. She turned. The radiant smile on her lips tilted higher. He could see the high of exhilaration was still pumping through her system.
‘Hi, Luke.’ Her buoyant greeting was the last straw.
‘I suppose you’re proud of that display out there,’ he said softly.
She tipped her head slightly to one side. ‘The riding?’
‘Yes, the riding,’ he grated.
‘Oh, yes. I suppose I am a bit. Did you see?’ She still hadn’t realised his dangerous state of mind. Enthusiasm shone through her voice. She stuffed her gloves into the hollow of the helmet and then stood with it dangling from one hand.
‘I saw,’ he said grimly. ‘What sort of example do you think you’re setting?’
‘Example? Well…a good one, I hope. I was in absolute control of the bike at all times,’ she said, her voice confused.
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�All it takes is a loss of concentration for a split second.’ He ground his teeth together. The muscle tension in his jaw was painful. ‘People rely on you. Patients up at the hospital. My family. My daughter.’
And me. What about me? How am I going to feel if your broken body ends up in Accident and Emergency? He managed to clamp his mouth shut before the telling words escaped.
‘You have a responsibility to this community.’ He sounded foolish but, even realising that, he was powerless to stop himself.
‘Luke, I—’
‘What if something happened to you?’
She gave him a long, searching look. Her expression melted into a look of profound compassion. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. This is about Kevin, isn’t it? How insensitive of me. I know it was hard for you, the way he died, but you can’t hold onto that grief, Luke. For your sake and for Allie’s, it’s time to let it go.’
He swore a brief, earthy oath. ‘You think this is about Kevin?’
‘Well, yes.’ Her beautiful face was uncertain and he could see her trying to read his mood. ‘Isn’t it?’
‘No. God damn it. This is about you, Terri.’
She took a step back, retreating from the fierceness he knew he was radiating.
‘I—I think you need to calm down and then maybe we can talk about this. Perhaps later.’ She pivoted and started to walk past him. ‘For now, I—’
Without thinking, he reached out, snagging her elbow. The force of her momentum spun her around and landed her hard on his chest, one hand braced at his waist. His fingers flexed around her upper arms where he’d reached out to steady her. Her well-worn leathers felt warm and soft, oddly intimate against his palms.
He gulped in a lungful of air, starting the move to set her back on her feet.
Then she lifted her head. Her lips trembled only inches from his and all his good intentions evaporated.
‘Terri.’ His voice, so ragged, sounded shockingly needy, desperate.
‘Luke.’ His name was little more than a whisper.
Dark, nearly black eyes held his for a long moment before slipping, heavy-lidded, to his mouth. Instead of freeing her, he pulled her closer, tilted his head, slanted his lips over the fullness of hers.
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