THE MAVERICK DOCTOR AND MISS PRIM/ABOUT THAT NIGHT...

by Scarlet Wilson

  “What are you looking for, a secret bed?”

  His voice made her jump, his warm breath tickling the hairs at the back of her neck. She spun round. “Don’t do that!”

  He smiled and it caught her unawares. The sun was streaming through the window, lighting up his face. When had been the last time she’d seen him smile? She couldn’t remember.

  One thing was for sure. Evan Hunter should smile more often.

  There were little lines around his blue eyes but they didn’t detract from how handsome he was. They only added character. And he was so close she could see little flecks of gold in them.

  She was so tired right now. All she wanted to do was lean forward, bury her head in his firm chest and go to sleep. The bed in the middle of the room was practically shouting her name. But there was no way they could share a bed.

  Especially after what had happened a few months ago.

  The kiss had been steamy enough. But the two of them in a bed?

  No. The picture that was conjuring up in her brain was too much. This fatigue was stopping any rational thoughts whatsoever.

  Evan folded his arms across his chest.

  “I don’t know about you, Violet, but I have no intention of sleeping on the floor.”

  He was right. She knew he was right.

  She glanced around at the floor. There wasn’t even as much as a rug to lie on.

  Sharing a room in close proximity to Evan would be hard enough. But sharing a bed? It didn’t even bear thinking about.

  There was a small table and chairs in front of the window in the room.

  “How about we sleep in shifts?” She moved quickly, crossing the room in strides and jumping onto the bed. “I’ll go first.”

  Her head sank instantly into the pillow. Perfect. She didn’t care what he thought. She needed to get some sleep. Now.

  Evan sat down on one of the chairs, leaning forward and pulling a thick wad of papers from the zipped pocket in his case. His eyes ran over her body as she shuffled her shoes off and kicked them to the floor. Was he looking at her curves? Was he thinking about the last time he’d had his hands on her body?

  That sent a whole new sensation prickling across her skin.

  “Cranky when you’re tired, aren’t you? Fine. You sleep. I’ll read. I’ll wake you up in a few hours, in time for the briefing. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she said instantly. There was no way she was getting off this comfortable bed.

  How bad could this be? Maybe in a few hours they would be able to find someone else to share with?

  Her eyes flickered shut.

  She and Evan Hunter in a shared room.

  Not the best start to her new life. Three years ago she’d originally applied to be part of this program but circumstances had changed and the thought of mainstream clinical work—potentially with lots of children—had been too difficult for her.

  It hadn’t helped that her grieving brother hadn’t been in touch. Neither were her parents. They still hadn’t recovered from the loss of their daughter-in-law and first grandchild some years earlier. Telling them about her own circumstances would only have added to their pain. And they hadn’t needed that.

  So she’d gone through everything herself.

  Oh, she’d had some good friends who’d been there for her but it wasn’t the same as family, no matter how much she tried to spin it in her mind.

  But life had come full circle. Time was supposed to be a great healer.

  Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t.

  She was ready for a change. She was a doctor. She’d spent the past three years in the epidemiology and planning department of the DPA.

  It had been fine—for a desk job. But Violet was a people person.

  The conflict—and incursion—with Evan Hunter had given her the impetus she needed to apply for a transfer. She wanted to have contact with patients again. She wanted to help people. She wanted to make a difference.

  And out here, in Nigeria, she could certainly help to make a difference with the polio program.

  It was time to get back out into the real world. And you didn’t get much more real than the heart of Africa.

  She had her mind set on this. Getting involved again. Having contact with families. Having contact with mothers. Having contact with children. Having contact with babies.

  Evan Hunter was nothing more than an inconvenience.

  A handsome inconvenience.

  She had work to do here, and he’d better not get in her way.

  She snuggled further into the pillow and prayed she didn’t snore.

  * * *

  Evan gave her shoulder a little shake again, raising his voice just a little. “Violet. Violet. It’s time to wake up. We’ve got the briefing in half an hour.”

  She stirred and mumbled something. It almost felt unfair to wake her. She was much nicer while she slept.

  Less distracting. Less confrontational. Less a reminder of her brother.

  He still hadn’t got over that. Matt Sawyer’s sister. Wow. He hadn’t seen that one coming. Not by a long shot.

  She was mumbling again. She’d spent the past few hours doing that. Talking in her sleep. It was kind of cute. Not that he thought Violet was cute.

  Not at all.

  Plus, he didn’t have a single clue what she’d been saying. At one point it had almost sounded like someone’s name.

  Her eyes flickered open and took a few moments to focus. At the exact moment a drip from his still-wet hair landed on her nose. He’d taken the opportunity to shower while she’d been sleeping and hadn’t got round to rubbing his hair with a towel.

  “Eeeewwww!” She sat up sharply, her hand automatically rubbing her nose.

  “Sorry.”

  She glanced at her watch then screwed up her nose. “What time is it here? I’m still on Atlanta time.”

  “It’s nearly six o’clock. You’d better get ready. I thought you might want to shower.”

  She pushed herself up the bed. “Have you left any hot water?”

  He shrugged. “You know what they say—if you’re not fast, you’re last.”

  A pillow sailed from the bed and caught him on the side of his head. “Hey!”

  Her head turned to the side, taking in the table where he’d been sitting. The papers and documentation had spilled over onto the other chair and across half the floor.

  “Did you kill half a tree while I was sleeping?” She walked over and picked up some of the paperwork. “Do we really need to read all this?”

  He shook his head. “You don’t. I do. You only need to read around half.”

  She seemed to gulp. “Wow.”

  She gave her eyes a little rub. “I think I will shower.” She tipped her case over and opened it up.

  She hadn’t been joking. She really did have everything—despite having had some things removed at the airport. But what was more interesting was how everything was packed. Rolled-up tiny items, all in blocks of color. Nothing like the flat-folded items in his case. She even had her toiletries stuffed into her shoes.

  She unrolled a light yellow dress, some white underwear and pulled some shampoo from a shoe. “I’ll only be five minutes.”

  And she was. Her hair was still wet but pulled back into a braid that fell straight down her back.

  It really was disarming how pretty she could look without even trying.

  She picked up a notebook with purple flowers on the front. He squinted. “Are those violets?”

  She nodded and smiled. “I have a whole boxful of these at home. Pretty, aren’t they? At least no one can steal my signature notebook.” The smile reached all the way up to her eyes.

  It was nice to see a genuine smile. The past few weeks she’d had a permanent
scowl on her face. But maybe that was especially for him. He liked her better this way.

  “Did you buy them?”

  “No. Sawyer did.”

  How to break a moment. It was like someone had just thrown a bucket of ice over him.

  He just couldn’t get past the connection.

  He’d been the team leader. The one responsible for all members of staff.

  And Sawyer’s wife, Helen, had died on that mission. Stuck out in the middle of nowhere with an ectopic pregnancy. By the time they’d recognized what was wrong it had been too late for her.

  He blamed Sawyer. He must have known his wife was pregnant and yet he had let her go on that mission.

  But Evan also had reason to blame himself, and six years on he still couldn’t get the guilt out of his head. Six years on he still hadn’t managed to shake the feeling that he was living a life his colleague wasn’t. It didn’t seem fair. It wasn’t as if he was short of offers. Sure, he dated. But the first time he even felt a flicker of something toward the woman of the moment, they had to go. Because why should he get to live, love and procreate when his colleague didn’t?

  The sensation of guilt was a hideous, never-ending cycle. Sometimes it faded a little, only to flicker back into life as soon as something sparked a memory.

  Violet was ready now, her eyes quizzical as if she had been reading his secret thoughts, her hand on the doorhandle. “Let’s go,” she said quietly.

  He followed her to the elevators and down to the conference room. It was impressive. One wall was covered in maps of the states of Nigeria. Another had organizational charts of the team members. Another had immunization targets and notifications.

  Everything they needed was right before their eyes.

  “Welcome, Evan. Welcome, Violet. I’m Frank Barns, director of DPA’s Nigeria office.” He gestured to the walls. “Welcome to the operations center.”

  He shook their hands and led them over to the nearest wall where the maps were displayed. “I finished a briefing for the other new staff earlier. You’ve probably realized we’re at a real tipping point with polio eradication. If immunity is not raised in the three remaining countries to levels necessary to stop poliovirus transmission, then polio eradication will fail. Nigeria is the only polio-endemic country remaining in Africa. There are several high-risk states and I’ve decided to send you to Natumba state. We’ve had sixty-two cases of wild poliovirus this year—more than half of them notified from Natumba. One third of all children there remain under-immunized.”

  He gave them a little nod of his head. “You’ll have your work cut out for you there. The DPA works in conjunction with The Global Children’s Support Organization and the Healthy World Federation. But there are several issues for our workers.” His expression was deadly serious. “There have been bomb threats, killings and kidnappings. We have to make security a priority for our staff. You don’t go anywhere unescorted. While in Lagos you stay with a local guide, and the same applies when you reach Natumba.”

  Evan could see Violet’s face pale. Was she frightened? Maybe she hadn’t been expecting this. He moved next to her and placed his hand over hers. Frank was still talking, outlining the things they should or shouldn’t do. He almost expected Violet to snatch her hand away. But she didn’t.

  Instead she twined her fingers with his, while keeping her breathing slow and steady. She was scared.

  And it scared him too. He was going to be team leader again. He was going to be out in the field, with a whole host of unknowns. A whole host of things he might not be able to predict or control.

  What if something happened to one of his team again?

  The guilt had almost destroyed him last time. What if something happened to Violet? It almost didn’t bear thinking about.

  He pressed his fingers closer to hers and gave her a little smile while Frank continued with the briefing.

  He would keep her safe. He had to.

  He couldn’t think beyond that.

  * * *

  “Wow. What did you think of all that?”

  It was an hour later and they were sitting in the dining room in the HWF building.

  “So much for having a last supper before starting on the job.” She glanced around at her surroundings. They’d been advised not to leave the building at night, and neither of them had wanted to ignore the security brief.

  “It’s probably for the best. We’ve got an early start tomorrow with the flight to Natumba.”

  He was pushing his food around the plate, his mind obviously on other things.

  “So, how do you feel about it?” She felt as if something was caught in her throat. Would he feel the same way she did? Sick with nerves? She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t planned for it.

  His eyes met hers. And she could almost see the shutters go down. It was apparent he wasn’t going to tell her how he was feeling about it all. After all, he hadn’t even wanted to come here, had he? He’d been more or less pushed into this.

  She’d chosen to come here. She should have been better prepared for what she was getting into. The briefing today had knocked her for six. Would she even sleep tonight?

  Sleep. That other issue.

  “Did you manage to get the sleeping arrangements sorted out?” Evan had said he would try and talk to someone about finding another room.

  He looked up from his plate, a smile dancing across his lips. “Yes and no.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I’ve got us some extra pillows.”

  “And what are they for?”

  “To put down the middle of the bed.” She almost dropped her fork. They were still sleeping in the same bed? Oh, no.

  Her skin was starting to tingle. The hairs on her arms were standing on end. Sharing a bed with Evan Hunter? Pillows or not, she wouldn’t sleep a wink.

  “You okay with that?”

  He seemed so cool. So calm and collected. His mind was obviously focused on the job and not doing a merry dance around the thoughts of a heated kiss a few months ago.

  Not the way hers was.

  “I’m fine with that.” She put her fork down. “I’ve had enough. I think I want to get to bed early.”

  She’d said the words. She hadn’t meant them to come out sounding like that. Sounding as if she was hinting at something. She wanted to die of embarrassment and felt the rush of blood to her cheeks.

  Evan kept his eyes fixed on his dinner plate. He handed over the key to the room. “I’ll let you go on ahead. I’ve got some things to work out with Frank. We’ll probably be talking late into the night. Leave the door on the latch. I promise I won’t wake you when I come up.”

  She nodded and just about grabbed the key from his hand, thankful that he seemed to have missed the implication of her words. “Good night, then.” She sped off to the room. The sooner she had her head under the covers the better.

  This was going to be a long night.

  * * *

  Evan watched her retreating back. In the artificially lit room he could see her silhouette through her thin yellow dress, showing the curve of her bottom and hips. He did his best to look away.

  This was all going to end in disaster.

  He’d lied. He didn’t have to see Frank about anything. He’d been given all the information he could possibly need.

  The worst thing was that he’d left all the paperwork in the room. He was going to have to hang around and kill time with nothing to do.

  It had seemed easier to make something up. To let her slip away and get to the room without him pretending not to watch her every move.

  Leave the door on the latch. He cringed at his words. It was like something an old married couple would say to each other. Where had that come from?

  Everything about this sit
uation was just too uncomfortable.

  He’d caught a waft of her floral perfume the other day and it had invaded his senses, instantly taking him back to that night in the bar.

  The night when Violet had drunk too many glasses of wine and had virtually propositioned him in the corridor leading to the back exit. The night when he’d had too many whiskies and had no resistance to her in her red dress and spiked heels, her hair all mussed up on her head.

  The feel of her hungry lips on his had made him forget where they were and the consequences of his actions.

  By the time someone had interrupted them, he’d practically had her dress up around her waist.

  Hardly the ideal position for a DPA team leader and a member of his staff.

  And the next day it had been as if nothing had ever happened. He sometimes wondered if Violet even remembered the incident.

  Surely she hadn’t been that drunk? Because that thought made him sick to his stomach. That would mean he’d taken advantage of her. Something he would never do.

  But in the meantime her floral scent lingered around him.

  How could he sleep in a room tonight with that aroma and all it conjured up in his mind?

  There was no question about it.

  Violet Connelly was going to drive him crazy.

  CHAPTER THREE

  THE LIGHT AIRCRAFT touched down in a cloud of dust.

  “We’re here.” Violet pressed her nose up against the glass window, trying to take in the wide landscape ahead of her.

  Natumba state covered more than eighteen thousand square kilometers, and they’d landed in the northernmost tip, at the three local government areas most affected by polio. Only a few days ago there had been another two diagnoses of wild poliovirus.

  Part of her was relieved they weren’t going to be based in the capital, Natumba. There was another team already based there.

  But the wide open landscape and vast terrain made her realize the huge task they were undertaking and the number of miles they’d need to cover. All in the blistering heat.

  There were a few figures dressed in white next to the landing strip, along with a whole host of multi-terrain vehicles—some looking a little worse for wear.