Page 26 of Miss Fortune

I hadn’t wanted to leave Daisy. It was ridiculous. I hardly knew her. And yet being told to wait outside made me feel left out. I’d rather be inside holding her hand through it all.

Of course, the fact Lucas was a magnet for women wasn’t helping my mood. So I paced. I was being stupid. He was an excellent doctor, and I had absolutely no right to be jealous. What was with me lately? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been jealous of a woman, and here I was counting twice in the same day.

I turned when the door opened.

Framing the entryway, Lucas made a motion with his head to come in.

Stepping inside, my gaze immediately found Daisy, then settled on Lucas. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, but I’m about to start dealing with the wound. Figured she might want a hand to hold.”

Daisy’s cheeks turned pink. “You don’t have to.”

“I’m fine with it.” I walked over to stand by her side.

Lucas made quick work out of washing the wound. But as soon as he brought out the needle to administer the lidocaine, I could see Daisy visibly pale.

“You okay?” As he posed the question, Lucas gave me a look which clearly said distract her.

I took her free hand like it was natural to do so. “Keep your attention on me.”

Her big green eyes found mine. Although she was shaking and winced at the first touch of the needle, she stayed unmoving. But I could tell it was an effort.

I needed to do a better job of diverting her attention. “Of all those books over there on your shelves, which is your favorite?”

“I’m not sure.”

I glanced across, trying to make out some of the titles. “Let me guess—you’re a Jane Austen fan?”

She laughed. “No offense, but I’m more of a Clockwork Orange and Robinson Crusoe kind of girl. To be honest, most of the books over there are nonfiction.”

“Like what?”

“How to knit, how to make bread, how to make soap.”

“Are those also items on your list of things to do?”

“Different list, but yes. I enjoy staying busy.”

She tensed when Lucas moved the needle to inject more lidocaine along her wound.

“Which of those things have you actually done?” Since I found myself craving more information about her, conversation was easier for me to initiate.

“I’ve learned everything I bought a book about. I have an Etsy shop where I sell the soaps, and I’ve done a couple farmer’s markets too. Is it done yet?”

“Not yet.” Lucas was now cleaning the wound.

“Tell me about the bread you make and when you’re bringing some into the office?”

My suggestion had the desired effect when she smiled. “You don’t exactly strike me as a no-carb-left-behind kind of guy.”

Lucas and I both chuckled. Then he had to go and flirt. “Unlike Caleb, I can eat as many carbs as I want and burn them off the next day without an issue. I’m partial to banana bread.”

She grinned, turning her head toward him, but abruptly twisting back once she noticed the needle. “That was a mistake.”

“Lucas gets that a lot,” I teased.

Lucas rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t like his ego couldn’t afford to take the hit.