City Surgeon, Small Town Miracle

gleaming mantle across Terri’s shoulders.

Five whole days since he’d kissed her. Since he’d held her in his arms…threaded his fingers deep in her hair.

The sable silk would look glorious spread over his pillow…as her lips moved in a mysterious, womanly smile, inviting his kiss, inviting his touch. Inviting-

‘Dad-dy!’

The plaintive cry slapped him out of his fantasy. He focussed to find himself staring straight at Terri. Her soft brown eyes held a quizzical expression. His pulse stopped and then lurched into an erratic bounding rhythm.

Hell. What was she reading from his face?

He swallowed.

‘Sorry, miles away.’ He walked towards them, forcing his mouth into the best smile he could manage. It felt feeble. ‘What did I miss?’

‘I want this rose for Mummy’s garden.’ Allie looked at him anxiously. ‘Do you think Mummy would like it, Dad? It’s not exactly the same as the one at home but the colour is so pretty.’

He looked from his daughter’s wistful face to the plant with its cluster of small coral-pink buds. ‘I know your mum would love it because you chose it, sweetheart. It’s perfect.’

Allie beamed. ‘Cool. Can we get some small plants, too? I talked to Granddad and he said we should. He gave me a list to choose from.’

‘Did he? Then if Granddad said so, we’d better get some.’ He grinned.

‘We need a trolley. They’re over there.’ Allie pointed then skipped away.

‘It’s lovely to see her so happy.’ Terri’s husky voice sent a quiver down his spine.

‘Yes.’ He watched as his daughter manoeuvred an awkward flat-bottomed trolley back towards them. He tilted his head towards Terri, his eyes following the line of her jaw to her stubborn little chin. ‘Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you giving me my daughter back?’

‘You might have a time or two.’ Her grin was alive with mischief.

‘Perhaps I should mention it again,’ he murmured, reaching out to capture a ringlet of hair that had caught on the simple gold chain of her necklace. Masculine satisfaction surged at her quick shiver as he stroked the strand back over her shoulder.

‘It’s not necessary.’ There was a slight catch in her voice and when her eyes darted up to his they held a dark flare of awareness.

His gaze moved down to her mouth, watched as she caught her bottom lip. Her teeth sank into the tender flesh until he wanted to protest, wanted it to be his teeth nipping at the plump cushion.

‘Terri-’

She blinked and looked away, a strained smile curving her mouth. ‘Well done, Allie. Let’s grab your rose and see what else we can find.’

Rooted to the spot, Luke watched as one of the attendants lifted the pot of the chosen rose onto the trolley. His daughter chattered to Terri and pushed the trolley a little further along the aisle. When they stopped, a trick of the light bathed the two of them in a glowing, ethereal halo. Terri bent her head towards Allie, whose upturned face was filled with trust and hope.

And love.

He stared at their smiling profiles. The seconds moved with a syrupy slowness as his heart compressed painfully. A shudder ran through him as though a foundation had shifted deep in his psyche.

He blinked and looked away, waiting for normality.

He wanted Terri badly.

He ached for her, but this sensation was something more. Something powerful, elemental.

Frighteningly important.

He’d promised to take things slowly and sensibly but there was nothing temperate about the emotions storming through him.

He frowned, abruptly certain he didn’t know enough about her. She’d opened up so much the other night. Wrenching details about her marriage and about her last moments with her husband. Was there more? If there was, she’d baulked at the idea of sharing it with him. Why? What could be worse than the things she had told him?

Perhaps his unease was because he sensed the trauma of the explosion and her husband’s death had left Terri with even deeper emotional scars than those she’d revealed. How could it not? Did a soul ever truly heal from such cruel wounds?

Despite the heat of the sun on his back, a chill spread across his skin. As though an unseen threat lurked just beyond his comprehension.

He huffed out a long breath, shrugging away the shiver of unwelcome intuition. The only thing he could do was take it one step at a time, build trust, hope they’d create something worthwhile together.

‘Okay, you two, let’s get this show on the road.’ He aimed a smile at them as he strode forward. ‘Plants. We need plants. Allie, you’ve got the list so you’re in charge of choosing. Terri, you’re with me behind the trolley.’

Allie giggled and relinquished the handle to him.

Luke captured Terri’s hand and tugged her to his side. ‘Now I’ve got you right where I want you,’ he said under his breath so only she could hear.

‘Luke!’ Her gaze flew to where Allie was comparing a tag to the list she held.

‘What? I’m only holding your hand.’ He gave her a wicked grin. He lowered his voice and said, ‘Would you like me to show you what I really want to do?’

‘No,’ she all but yelped. ‘No, absolutely not. Behave.’

‘Then you’d better hold my hand tight, hadn’t you, sweetheart?’ he said, his gaze roving over her anxious face.

‘What about Allie?’ Terri’s eyes were fixed on his daughter. She cared very much for Allie’s well-being.

Suddenly his peculiar mood dissolved and he relented. ‘Don’t worry. I’ve had a talk to her about going out with you.’

‘You have?’ Terri’s eyes came back to his, wide and uncertain.

‘She thinks it’s a good idea. In fact, I think I’ve gone up in her estimation. See what a good influence you’re being on me.’

‘Mmm.’ Her lips pursed in a moue of doubt and his pulse spiked. Conversation, concentrate on the conversation.

‘Yes, she even wanted to give me some dating advice.’ He strolled down the aisle towards Allie, who had moved on further. ‘I should take you to the movies and buy you ice cream apparently. It’s what all the girls like.’ He gave Terri a thoughtful glance. ‘What do you think…will it get me to first base?’

‘Not likely,’ she muttered darkly. ‘You promised we wouldn’t flaunt it.’

‘I also said we wouldn’t hide it.’

‘I think we need to have a discussion on definitions. Yours versus mine.’ Her tone was astringent. ‘I’m starting to sense a lack of compatibility.’

‘I’m always ready to discuss our relationship with you.’ He grinned at her. ‘Just say the word.’

He laughed when his impertinence was rewarded by an old-fashioned look. This subtle dance of courtship between them was a pleasure. It had been a long time since he’d done something just for the fun of it.

At the checkout, he said casually, ‘Mum’s issued a not-to-be-refused invitation to you for dinner tonight. Hasn’t she, Allie?’

‘Oh, yes, please come. Ple-ease,’ said Allie.

‘Dad said you used to be a regular at chez Daniels before we arrived.’ It was short notice and his pressure was less than subtle, but he didn’t care. He didn’t think Terri was the type to play games. If she was free, she would come. If she wasn’t, he wouldn’t like it but he’d have to be philosophical. He layered on some more pathos. ‘We’d hate to think we’d scared you off. Wouldn’t we, Allie?’

‘Yes.’ His daughter looked faintly confused but game to agree.

‘Since you asked so nicely, I’d love to,’ Terri said, her narrow-eyed stare letting him know exactly what she thought of his tactics.

He grinned, unrepentant, and tried hard not to look too smug. Judging from the look Terri gave him, he hadn’t