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He shrugged. ‘Your friend was rather—how should I say?—intent on seeing you.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Put it down to too much champagne. On his part, not mine.’
‘I hear you organised the ball. And that you made enough for half a scanner.’
‘Only the first half of it.’
‘That’s still a pretty big achievement.’
She shrugged it off. ‘I was part of a committee.’
‘But the ball was your idea?’
‘The music was.’ She grinned. ‘One of these days I’m going to convert these philistines and make them admit that the old songs are the best.’
‘So you don’t like modern music?’
‘I just like something I can sing along to. The kind of stuff that puts a smile on your face when you hear it because it’s so full of verve. And I don’t care if people think it’s old-fashioned: I like it.’ She took a sip of her coffee. ‘I suppose it’s because it’s the stuff I grew up with. Dad always had it playing in the garage when he was tinkering with a car. Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, that sort of stuff.’
He couldn’t help smiling. ‘So would I be right in guessing that your favourite films are musicals?’
‘Absolutely. You can’t beat a good Gene Kelly film,’ she said, smiling back.
The more Theo talked to Madison, the more he liked her. Felt a connection with her. Wanted to spend time with her. Which made her dangerous. He should stop this right now. Apart from the fact that he was only here for six months, he knew that mixing work and relationships could make life much too complicated. And he wasn’t looking for a relationship in any case.
Yet his mouth seemed to have other ideas.
‘I won something pretty stunning on the tombola—a balloon flight at sunrise. Why don’t you come with me?’
She went very still. ‘Are you asking me on a date?’
This time his head managed to overrule his heart where his mouth was concerned. ‘I’m asking you as a colleague and potential friend,’ he said.
She smiled. ‘Then thank you. I’d like that. I’ve never been in a balloon.’
‘Then let’s synchronise our off-duty. When are you free?’
She took her diary from her handbag. ‘Thursday or Friday?’
‘Not this week. How about next week?’ he suggested.
‘Tuesday and Wednesday.’
‘Wednesday it is,’ he said. ‘I’ll book the flight and find out what we need to know.’
CHAPTER THREE
THE night before the balloon trip, Madison couldn’t get to sleep.
She must have been crazy, agreeing to this in the first place. Quite apart from the fact she wasn’t a morning person and she’d arranged to meet Theo at the crack of dawn, Theo Petrakis wasn’t relationship material.
Sure, he ticked all the boxes. He was an excellent doctor, kept the team working beautifully together, and his calm, confident manner on the ward managed to calm even the most nervous parent-to-be. And, as just about every female in the hospital would attest, Theo Petrakis was drop-dead gorgeous.
But he was only here on secondment, covering Doug’s sick leave for six months or so. Then he’d move on, and Madison was perfectly happy here in London.
She’d already made the mistake of rushing into a relationship without a future, and she had no intention of repeating it and letting her world fall apart all over again.
All the same, she couldn’t get Theo out of her head. Those dark eyes with the unexpected green and gold glints—eyes that always seemed to be full of sunshine. That incredibly sexy smile. The dark hair, brushed back neatly from his face, that made her want to slide her fingers through it and make him look all sexily rumpled. His incredibly gorgeous mouth…And even though it had been a week and a half since the ball, she could still remember exactly how his lips had felt against the pulse point in her wrist.
‘Stop being ridiculous and go to sleep,’ she told herself loudly, plumping her pillow and keeping her eyes firmly closed, even though she felt wide awake.
A feeling that didn’t last when her alarm shrilled at an unearthly hour. She had to hit the snooze button three times before she could drag herself out of bed, and she was only just ready when the doorbell rang.
‘Kalimera, Maddie. Good morning.’
Oh, lord. Theo always wore a suit, shirt and tie at work under his white coat. In jeans, a sweater and a black leather jacket, he was absolutely stunning. Touchable.
And she really, really wanted to touch.
She hadn’t felt a pull this strong since Harry. And that in itself was a warning: look where that had got her. She pulled herself together and unglued her tongue from the roof of her mouth. ‘Good morning, Theo.’
