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Find the right moment.
Logan paced the floor of his bedroom, battling with a growing frustration. Hadn’t that been Evanna’s advice to him? But when exactly was the right moment to tell a woman that you wanted to strip her naked and have wild, abandoned sex with her?
Evanna’s life was so tidy and neat. Everything planned. He’d seen the way that she’d blushed when he’d mentioned sex. How much deeper would that blush have been had she known that the woman he was interested in was her?
Any other woman would have picked up his signals, but not Evanna.
Evanna didn’t do wild love affairs and she never had.
She was sweet and conservative and a bit shy. The sort of woman who blushed when she was caught coming out of the shower.
And, as far as he was concerned, that just made her all the more appealing.
They’d been sitting in the dark in his garden, talking about life. Talking about the future. Surely there would never be a better moment to tell a woman that you were interested in her, and yet had he spoken up? No. He’d lain there like a tongue-tied, hormonal teenager on a first date. Dropping hints. Skirting around the subject.
Logan walked over to the window and stared out over the garden.
He hadn’t really thought about sex for a year and suddenly he couldn’t think about anything else. But there was only one woman that interested him. And he had absolutely no idea how to go about telling her. And this lack of confidence with the female sex was an entirely new experience for him.
Never in his life could he recall being anything less than confident with a woman. He’d seen. He’d wanted. He’d taken. It had all come so easily to him.
But Evanna was different.
He ran a hand over his face and sat back in his chair. There was so much more at stake than rejection and damage to his ego. If he got this wrong then a lifelong friendship would be damaged. Glenmore was a small, close-knit community. If it all went wrong, they wouldn’t be able to avoid each other. It could be hideously awkward.
Was it really worth the risk?
Given the choice of Evanna as a friend or Evanna out of his life, which would he choose?
Without question, he’d rather keep her as a friend than lose her. Which meant that he now found himself in an extremely delicate situation.
He’d just have to work harder at forgetting her, he promised himself, sprawling on the bed without any expectation of actually sleeping.
Somehow, he’d get their relationship back to the place where it had always been.
‘I’ve got Jenny Price in Reception with Helen.’ Janet’s voice was crisp and efficient on the phone. ‘Can you fit her in?’
Helen Price. ‘Well, that’s a bit spooky because I promised Ann Carne I’d take a look at her notes this week.’ Evanna ran through the conversation in her head. ‘Send them in, of course. Do you know what the problem is?’
‘No. But Jenny Price is very quiet. Shy. Keeps herself to herself. But she looks worried and there’s something about that child that doesn’t seem right to me.’
Evanna tucked the phone b
etween her shoulder and her ear so that she could finish printing off the letter she was writing. ‘What’s that?’
‘That child is small.’
Evanna took the paper out of the printer and sighed, remembering Ann’s concerns. ‘She’s five years old, Janet. Little girls of five are often delicate.’
‘Maybe. Maybe not.’
Evanna smiled. ‘OK, I’ll take a look. If I’m worried, I’ll get Logan to examine her. Is he still around or has he gone out on calls?’ She’d successfully avoided him all week and buried herself in work, trying not to think that he might be out there seducing one incredibly lucky woman.
‘He’s just finishing his list.’
‘Send in Jenny and Helen whenever they’re ready.’ They appeared at her door only moments later.
Jenny was a slender, nervous-looking woman with mousy hair caught up in a clip at the back of her head. She looked pale and harassed. ‘Nurse Duncan, I know I should have made an appointment, but—’
