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“A triage area and a treatment area?” Had her voice been several octaves higher or was that just her imagination?
“Yes.” How dared he sound so calm? “We’ll set one treatment area up to be a bit more private, just in case.”
No. No. No. There went her naughty imagination again to places it shouldn’t go. To memories of a former private treatment area where her body had been quite ravished.
She couldn’t prevent her blush.
Hoping he didn’t notice, or that he’d think it the result of the Georgia heat, she nodded. “That works for me. How many volunteers do we have in the medical area this year?”
The more the better. She hoped they were so over-staffed that being alone was impossible.
“Around a dozen, I think.” He pulled out a list and began reading it. “We have a couple of doctors, a couple of nurses, a paramedic, a few nurse practitioners, and a few techs, and then some med and nursing students. It should run smoothly.”
“Trace Stevens, is that you?” a female voice with a light accent called out from the other side of the tent.
Trace and Chrissie both turned. A pretty brunette with long sleek hair pulled into a ponytail headed their direction. A huge smile was on her face and Chrissie wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d broken into a run to close the gap between her and Trace quicker.
“Alexis,” he greeted the woman, who wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big hug. “I just saw your name on the list.”
Chrissie was beginning to think she was going to have to peel the woman off to get her to let go of Trace, but eventually, and with obvious reluctance, she stepped back and brushed her hands down her white shorts and turquoise top.
“I heard you were back in town—” Alexis’s smile was so big and bright she could be a toothpaste ad “—and would be here this weekend, but thought it too good to be true.”
“You heard right.” Trace grinned easily at the beautiful woman.
No wonder. She was a Greek goddess, had a husky voice that held a light accent and was downright sexy, and she was looking at Trace with obvious interest in her dark eyes.
She was looking at him the way Chrissie had, no doubt, looked at him four years ago.
Thank goodness she wasn’t looking at him that way now. Okay, maybe a little.
I am not jealous, she told herself over and over. It does not matter that another woman is batting her lashes at him as if he is coated in chocolate and she’s just come off a strict diet.
It didn’t matter. He meant nothing to Chrissie. Just a stranger she’d had an amazing weekend with years ago.
A stranger who she’d made a child with.
She grimaced. Yeah, there was that. Which explained why she couldn’t bear to watch their interaction a moment longer. It had nothing to do with anything other than a natural instinct because of Joss.
“Um...I’ll go unpack bins while you two catch up,” she offered, not even sure if either of them remembered she was there as the woman caught him up on a few mutual acquaintances and their recent activities.
At Chrissie’s words, the woman gave a horrified look. “Did I interrupt? I’m sorry. I saw Trace and had to immediately say hello and then, as always with this man, I got carried away.” She winked at Chrissie as if they shared a secret. “He has that effect on women, so be careful.”
Chrissie didn’t need Alexis to point out the effect Trace had on women. She knew. She forced a smile, tight though it was, to her lips.
“I’ll take note.”
“Chrissie’s immune to whatever effect I have,” he told Alexis, although Chrissie had no idea why.
The woman’s perfectly shaped eyebrow arched.
Chrissie frowned, but didn’t respond to his comment.
Trace’s gaze darted back and forth between the gorgeous brunette and Chrissie. No doubt he saw the stark contrast. It was hard to miss.
“Chrissie, this is Dr. Alexis Gianakos,” Trace introduced the woman. “One of the best cardiologists I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with.”
A doctor? Beautiful and smart it would seem.
