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‘So, there are more doctors like you?’
She could see just how many questions he wanted to ask.
She nodded. ‘There’s no university training for medicine on Temur Sapora. Anyone who wants to train as a doctor has to leave.’
He tilted his head to the side. ‘And no one wants to come back full time?’
She instantly felt her hackles rise. He probably didn’t mean to offend but she couldn’t help how she felt.
‘Hey.’ He moved in front of her, his fingertips connecting with her arm. As she breathed she inhaled his sea-edged aftershave. ‘That didn’t quite come out the way it should.’
For a few seconds she didn’t move, conscious of the expanse of his chest moving up and down under the pale blue shirt right in front of her face. She hadn’t realised she was quite so short compared to him. She tipped her head upwards. Now she was this close, she could see the emerging stubble on his jawline—apparent after a night spent in the hospital. It rankled that he still managed to look this good with no real sleep or a change of clothes. It suddenly made her conscious of her own appearance.
His dark brown eyes smiled down at her apologetically. ‘Sometimes things just come out a little awkwardly,’ he said.
‘They didn’t seem to earlier. You had all the hospital staff practically sitting in the palm of your hand. Charm seemed like your main offensive.’
‘Ouch.’ He laughed, then ran his fingers through his dark hair. He hadn’t moved. He was still only a few inches from her. ‘I guess when I’m tired then the charm slips.’ He held out both hands. ‘What I meant to say is that I’m impressed. I’ve only been here two days and I’m impressed already. By the clinic, by the safe haven project. You’re making me think about things. Work I could do back home.’
She wrinkled her nose. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be on holiday?’
‘What can I say? I got bored.’ The percolator started to bubble and this time he did step back.
It was the oddest sensation. She was almost sorry that he did.
She blinked and turned away, feeling instantly self-conscious. She fumbled in her trouser pocket to find a ponytail band, then tried to capture the errant curls that had escaped around her face. She pulled her hair upwards, then stared down at her wrinkled pink shirt. ‘Maybe I should take five minutes and go home and change.’
He handed her a cup of steaming coffee. ‘Why? You look fine. Gorgeous as ever.’
Her stomach clenched. The man who’d displaced Hugh Jackman from her ‘if only’ list had just called her gorgeous. As soon as the thought appeared in her head she pushed it away. She didn’t have time to think like that. There was too much work to be done. Too many other things to sort out. He might be a doctor, but he was still a tourist. Temur Sapora would be just a fleeting visit to him. Nothing more. Nothing less.
She pulled herself back to the conversation from earlier. ‘If I came back here permanently, then I’d have to work as a generalist. I’ve spent the last year specialising in Paediatric Oncology. It’s where my heart lies. But because there’s a smaller population on Temur Sapora there wouldn’t be that opportunity to specialise.’ The aroma of coffee was drifting around her, overpowering the teasing smell of his aftershave and allowing her to concentrate again. ‘It’s the same for the rest of my colleagues who volunteer here. One is a surgeon, another a cardiologist, another an endocrinologist. In fact—’ she gave a little smile ‘—we probably cover just about every speciality that there is—and that has its benefits too.’
She glanced through the glass-panelled door to the waiting room outside. It was the first time in days there hadn’t been a number of patients waiting to be seen—partly because Philippe was proving so useful. She gave a little nod and sat down on the comfortable sofa in the staff room. ‘There’s a few children whose cases I can review and treatment plans I can look over while I’m here.’
Philippe settled onto the sofa beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. ‘They don’t go to the mainland for treatment?’
