Healing the Doctor’s Heart

by Kirk, Cindy

  “Penny for your thoughts.” His gaze raked over her and a spray of goose bumps pebbled her skin.

  The fire that had burned in her, hot and hungry, only moments before, began to build again. Instead of immediately answering, she placed her hand against the broad planes of his chest, her fingers toying with the dusting of dark hair. “Remember that old potato-chip commercial that said you couldn’t eat just one?”

  A smile slowly spread across his face. “Let me guess. You were the one who always had to have the second chip?”

  “Actually—” Kate placed an openmouthed kiss on his belly, his skin salty beneath her tongue “—I’ve never had the desire to go past one. Until now.”

  His smile became a grin. “That good, eh?”

  “And—” Kate gave a husky little laugh “—I’m warning you now, I can’t promise I’ll be satisfied at two.”

  She wasn’t sure if she had more to say but it didn’t matter. The last word barely made it past her lips when he reached out and captured her hand, drawing it toward his mouth. At the last second, he turned her fingers and pressed his lips into her palm.

  The hot, damp contact provided the final fuel to the fire burning hot and deep inside her. Suddenly he was kissing her, touching her with a fierceness that both thrilled and excited her. She could tell from the urgency of his mouth, the roughness of his touch, the feverish light in his eyes that he was on fire, too.

  She pulled his mouth down to hers as she began to move underneath him.

  “I want to make love to you slowly,” he whispered. “But if you keeping moving like that—”

  “What? What is big bad Joel going to do?” She ran her tongue up the side of his neck and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. She could feel his arousal against her. It wouldn’t take much for him to be inside her again.

  “This.” Joel thrust into her hard and deep, filling her so perfectly, making her feel impossibly complete.

  He looked down into her eyes, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tight as he held himself above her. For a second concern furrowed his brow. “I forgot the condom.”

  “I’m on the pill,” she reassured him. “No worries.”

  And as he began to move inside her, Kate forgot her worries. Forgot everything except the pleasure. And the passion. And the joy of being thoroughly loved.

  * * *

  Afterward, Joel followed Kate into an exhausted slumber. The loud boom of an illegal M-80 firework outside pulled him awake. He glanced over and found Kate curled up beside him.

  Her lips still looked like plump, ripe strawberries even though he’d long ago kissed the red lipstick off them. The hair, which normally fell in sleek, stylish strands to her shoulders, now lay tousled around her face. Even so, she had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

  What about Amy? a tiny voice whispered in his ear.

  But Joel couldn’t, wouldn’t, think of Amy now. Not with Kate lying naked in his bed. Later he’d reflect on what had happened today. Not now.

  Kate stirred and her lids fluttered open. For the first time he noticed she had flecks of gold mixed with the brown and green, just like Chloe. She pushed herself up to her elbows, not seeming to care that the sheet fell to her waist, baring her breasts. With one hand she brushed the hair back from her face, with the other she covered a yawn. “I fell asleep?”

  “We both did.” He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips. “But the noise woke me.”

  A look of alarm crossed her face. “Please don’t tell me I snore.”

  Joel laughed. “It was the neighbor kid shooting off a firecracker.”

  “Whew,” she said, her eyes dancing with good humor. “That’s a relief.”

  His gaze dropped to her breasts. They were surprisingly large with rosy pink tips. Joel remembered how they’d felt in his hands. How they’d tasted in his mouth. In an instant he was hard. With great effort he forced his eyes upward to her beautiful face and those luscious lips. “We missed the pancake breakfast.”

  “Disappointed?” she asked, a watchfulness in her eyes that belied her casual tone.

  “Me? Heck no.” He let his gaze linger. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t have enjoyed it much. Because all the time I’d have been wishing I was here. In bed. With you.”

  “I had…fun.” A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You?”

  At the last second, he pulled back the teasing reply from his lips. Something in the set of her shoulders told him Kate wasn’t as confident as she appeared. “You exceeded my wildest expectations.”

  Her shoulders relaxed and a smile hovered on her lips. “Which time?”

  “Both times.”

  She laughed then, a low throaty chuckle that stirred his senses. “We did go a bit overboard.”

  “I enjoyed it,” he said. “If you’re hungry I could rustle us up breakfast.”

  “I don’t need to stay.”

  He tilted his head, not sure what she meant.

  “I mean, if the purpose of our hanging out today was so we’d be more comfortable tonight when we—”

  Joel waited.

  “—you know…did it,” she stammered.

  “When we made love?”

  “When we had sex,” she clarified.

  Whatever you called what they had shared, he wasn’t ready to let her go. Not yet. Not until the two weeks were up. Joel realized with a jolt of awareness how much he’d been looking forward to spending time with her.

  Unable to keep his hands off her, he cupped her face with his hand and kissed her again, murmuring against the corner of her mouth, “Stay. Please.”

  She smiled and kissed him back. “Because you put it so nicely, yes.”

  Satisfaction flowed through his veins. “What do you want for breakfast?”

  Her gaze flickered to the clock on the bedside table. “The pancake breakfast ended at ten.”

  “I am not without culinary skills,” he informed her.

  “You’re a true jack-of-all-trades, Joel Dennes,” she replied. “The things you can do with those hands are mind-boggling.”

  “Hey, babe—” Joel shot her a wink “—you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  She arched a brow. “Are you saying you were holding back on me?”

  “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

  Kate’s hand slid beneath the sheet that rode low on his hips. Her smile widened when she encountered the evidence showing that he wasn’t completely worn out by their morning activities. “I prefer not to wait.”

  “But Kate, three times,” he protested weakly, secretly pleased by her desire.

  “Poor Joel.” She pursed her lips and shook her head, but the twinkle in her eye gave her away. “Look at this. You’ve already risen to the occasion.”

  He thought about telling her that he’d wanted her again five seconds after he’d awakened. Instead, when she pushed the sheet aside and lowered her head, he moaned.

  “You’re going to be the death of me, Kate.”

  Her only reply was a wicked laugh.

  * * *

  By the time she showed him a few handy things she could do with her hands—and her mouth—they were both famished. They ate quickly, then dressed and headed to the field by Jackson Hole Middle School.

  They had to park several blocks away but Kate didn’t mind. The sky was a vivid blue with only a few wispy clouds. She lifted her face to the sun as they walked to the field and talked. Their easy familiarity was at odds with the pre-sex jitters of the morning.

  The field was in sight when Joel’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and glanced down. A smile lifted his lips. “It’s Chloe.”

  “Answer it,” Kate urged. “I can’t wait to hear how she’s doing.”

  While the child was with her best friend, she was still far from home. A little homesickness was to be expected.

  “Hello, princess.” Joel switched over to speaker phone. “How’s Montana? Are you having fun?”


  “We’re having lots of fun. Aren’t we, Savannah?” Chloe’s voice bubbled with excitement as she told her dad everything she and her best friend had done yesterday. “What have you been doing?”

  “Well—” Joel slanted a sideways glance at Kate “—Dr. Kate is keeping me company today. We’re headed to Music in the Hole now and then we’re going to stop by a party that Mr. and Mrs. Delacourt are throwing.”

  Kate had reservations about their showing up at the party together. But Joel insisted that with their spending so much time together the next couple of weeks, it would result in more talk if they showed up separately.

  She listened to the father-daughter conversation, marveling at their camaraderie, knowing she couldn’t have picked a better parent for Chloe.

  “Do you want to speak with Dr. Kate?” Joel asked his daughter.

  “Yes, please.”

  He handed her the phone.

  “Hi, Chloe.”

  “Thank you for keeping my dad company, Dr. Kate,” Chloe said. “I know he misses me lots.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” Kate glanced at Joel, the devilish twinkle in his eyes making her smile. “Sounds like you’ve been having a blast with your friend.”

  Kate asked the child a few more questions. Although almost three hundred miles separated them, the happiness in Chloe’s voice eased her worry. “I’m going to give the phone back to your dad.”

  “Try not to miss me too much, Daddy,” Chloe said to Joel. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  As she and Joel continued their trek to the field, Kate decided they’d been wise to seize the morning. Because Chloe would be back before they knew it. Then she’d go back to being Dr. Kate, a family friend. And Joel would go back to being a social friend and a man with whom she’d secretly once had a fling.

  It was a depressing thought.

  “Is your sister’s little girl doing better?” Joel asked.

  “She is,” Kate said simply. “Thank you for asking.”

  “You do that a lot.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Shut people out,” he said. “You barely answered my question.”

  Kate stiffened. “I was being considerate. I’m sure you don’t want a blow-by-blow of Elle’s recovery.”

  “Maybe I do.” He took off his sunglasses and his dark eyes met hers. “Did you ever think of that? Perhaps I’d like to get to know you better.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re my friend.” Even though they’d agreed to no public displays of affection he took her hand. “What’s important in your life is important to me.”

  A tightness gripped Kate’s chest. Oh, how she wished that were true. But he was her temporary lover, not her friend. And she had to guard her heart. Pretend she didn’t care. Because, despite her cavalier comments to Mitzi, Kate knew she was playing with fire.

  “Elle simply had a very bad virus. She was released from the hospital yesterday.” It was easier to give him a little information than argue about something that wouldn’t matter in two weeks.

  “I’m happy to hear it.” Joel sounded as if he appreciated the information. “Did your sister have you speak with the doctor?”

  Kate swallowed her irritation. His question opened a wound that had already begun to scab over. She’d left several messages for Andrea but had never heard back. Her aunt had been the one to finally call her with an update. If she had any doubts she was outside her family’s inner circle, this latest incident confirmed it.

  “I didn’t speak with Andrea.” She tugged her hand from his. “But like I said, it worked out.”

  “You don’t want to hold my hand?”

  “No PDA. It’s what we decided.”

  He scowled. “I don’t like it.”

  “It makes sense.” Kate gasped as a large intoxicated man bumped into her. Hard. When she tried to move aside, he stumbled and the heel of his cowboy boot came down on the top of her toes. Pain shot through her foot. She cried out.

  “Watch where you’re going,” Joel called out to him, then turned to Kate. “Are you okay?”

  She tried to be strong, but the tears filling her eyes gave her away. “I think I’m going to have a nasty bruise.”

  Joel swore. His eyes narrowed and his head jerked in the direction where the man had gone. But the drunkard had already disappeared into the crowd. When Joel turned back, worry filled his eyes. “There’s a first-aid tent not far from here. I’ll carry you.”

  His concern warmed her heart. But the last thing either of their reputations needed was for him to be seen carrying her in his arms.

  “I’ve got a better idea.” Kate gestured to a large wooden bench about twenty feet away in the shade of a large cottonwood. “Help me over there. I can put up my foot while you go to the first-aid station and get me supplies.”

  He frowned.

  Kate forced a smile, despite the stabbing pain in her foot. “Trust me. It’s the best plan.”

  Before she knew what was happening she was in his arms. He strode to the bench, depositing her on the wooden slats as if she was the most precious of cargo, setting the picnic basket beside her.

  He stood beside the bench for a long moment. “I don’t like leaving you.”

  “I’ll be fine.” She rattled off the items she wanted him to pick up for her, wishing the throbbing in her toes would ease.

  “I’ll be right back.” He gently brushed a strand of hair back from her face. “Stay here.”

  “Don’t worry.” Kate chuckled, then winced. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He said something when he left. It sounded like “good sport” but she couldn’t be sure.

  Slipping her sandal off her foot, Kate leaned over and carefully inspected the rapidly swelling toes. It appeared to be the fourth and fifth distal phalanges that had taken the brunt of the man’s weight. The sooner she got the foot elevated and ice on it, the better.

  Kate swiveled her body and lifted her right foot onto the armrest at the far end of the dusty bench. All she could hope for now was that

  1. No one she knew would stop by;

  2. Joel would hurry and bring everything she’d requested and

  3. the dirt would come out of her new white shorts.

  “Dr. Kate.”

  She heaved a resigned sigh. Of course she should have known that in this sea of people someone would recognize her. She lifted herself up to her elbows and turned in the direction of the voice.

  Holding the leash of a golden retriever, with her brow furrowed in concern, stood Emilie Hyland. “Are you okay?”

  “Doing great,” Kate quipped. “And you?”

  The second the words left her mouth, Kate wished she could pull them back. The girl had really “blossomed” since Kate had seen her in the office several weeks ago. There was no hiding her pregnancy now.

  Emilie ignored the question, focusing her bright blue eyes on Kate’s foot. “What happened?”

  “A drunk stepped on me. Big guy. Cowboy boots.”

  The teen’s eyes widened. She glanced around as if ready to sound an alarm. “Can I get you something? Call someone?”

  “Thank you, Emilie, but a friend is off getting me some items from the first-aid tent,” Kate said quickly, offering a reassuring smile. “Give me a little tape and ice and I’ll be good as new.”

  Relief skittered across Emilie’s face. “Cool.”

  Since Kate had last seen the teenager, Emilie had cut her blond hair to a sleek bob. She was as attractive as ever, but the sparkle that normally danced in her blue eyes was noticeably absent. With her pregnancy now apparent, Kate knew the past couple weeks couldn’t have been easy. Unfortunately, it would only get more stressful.

  “How do you like Dr. Fisher?” Kate had referred the girl to Travis. Not only was he the best ob-gyn in Jackson, but he also had a warm and caring personality. She’d thought he and Emilie would be a good fit.

  “He’s nice.” Emilie shifted from one foot to the other. “Las
t week we talked about my…options.”

  Because her pregnancy was so advanced, Kate knew that at this point, the girl had only two: keep the baby or give it up for adoption.

  “My mom wants me to keep him.” The words spilled from Emilie’s mouth. “But I’m sixteen, Dr. Kate. What kind of mother would I be? I want to go to college. If I keep him, I’ll be lucky to finish high school. My parents don’t make enough money to support us all.”

  “You have difficult choices to make in the next couple months.” Kate gentled her tone. “It might be helpful if you talked to someone about your feelings. Dr. Peter Allman is someone I trust. He’s very easy to talk with and I think he could help you to consider the pros and cons of your options.”

  Emilie’s eyes searched Kate’s face. “What do you think I should do?”

  “What I think doesn’t matter,” Kate said softly. “It’s a difficult decision and a very personal one. It’s one you—and the baby’s father—have to make.”

  “Dylan doesn’t want anything to do with me or the baby.” Bitterness colored Emilie’s words.

  “You’ll make the right deci—”

  Kate’s words were drowned out by the retriever’s staccato barks.

  “I’d better go.” Emilie jerked on the leash. “I hope you feel better.”

  Joel walked up just as Emilie turned to leave. He smiled, but the girl brushed past him.

  “Isn’t that Emilie Hyland?”

  “You know her?”

  “I know her dad, Dave. He’s a bricklayer who does a lot of work for me.” Joel frowned. “Is she pregnant?”

  “Did they by any chance give you ibuprofen?” Kate sidestepped the question.

  He jerked his gaze back to her. “They did. I picked up a bottle of water, too.”

  Joel squatted down beside her, Emilie and her bulging belly thankfully forgotten. He opened the small packet and pressed the pills in her hand. Once she’d popped them into her mouth he handed her the water. “How are you feeling?”

  Kate took a big drink, touched by his caring. “My foot throbs like someone took a sledgehammer to it. Other than that, I feel wonderful.”