Paging Dr. Daddy

Courtney looked at his long, elegant gloved fingers. “Are your hands magic?”

“Yes.” He smiled.

His tone wasn’t arrogant, just matter-of-fact. There was nothing even remotely sensual or suggestive in his response or the way he looked at her, but Courtney felt that smile dance over her skin and touch her everywhere. She swore she felt tingles and considering her opinion of this man, he wielded some kind of powerful magic.

“You said ‘almost’ invisible. That means a little bit visible,” she said, glancing at Janie.

“It does.” He glanced at Janie, too, gauging her reaction. “Believe it or not, there’s some good news.”

“I could sure use some of that,” Courtney answered, and she’d never meant anything more in her entire life.

With a gloved finger, he pointed to the long gash on her chin. “Because this is on the jawline, it will be practically unnoticeable under her chin. Her ear, while exceptionally lovely and delicate, has creases and folds.”

“Like Mr. Potato Head?” Janie asked.

David laughed. “You’re much prettier than he is. But here’s the thing, ears have lots of places to hide the sutures. And so does your eye—a natural fold between your eyelid and brow bone. It’s a matter of using what nature gave you for camouflage. All of that makes my job easier.”

Courtney was relieved to hear that, but wondered if he took the easy way out in his personal life, too. It was as if he was all about how things appeared on the outside. He’d come home for his mother’s funeral, then his father’s. But nothing in between. She’d known James Wilder pretty well. For some reason the man had taken an interest in her and Janie and his passing left a big hole in her life. But while his father was still alive, David never came to visit. It wasn’t a stretch to conclude that he didn’t take after the elder Dr. Wilder who’d cared more about the inside of people than the outside.

“Okay, Janie, I’m going to start. Are you ready to hold still again?”

“You don’t need a nurse?” Courtney asked.

He shook his head. “I’m used to working alone, and they’re busy.”

“Is it okay if I shut my eyes?” Janie said.

“If you want.”

Courtney wished she could shut her eyes too, but from where she was sitting in the chair, she couldn’t really see much anyway. Just the slow, methodical way his elegant hands moved. The suture material was so fine it was barely visible and he held it with forceps. Between the pain medication she’d received and being physically drained from what she’d been through, Janie actually drifted off while David worked.

He might not be much like his father, but he was really good with her daughter. It seemed natural, something she wouldn’t have expected. “Where did you learn to get along with kids?”

His gaze met hers briefly. “I was one once.”

So was she. About a million years ago. On second thought, she didn’t actually remember being a kid. It seemed as if she’d always been the grown-up, handling one crisis after another when her father was too drunk even to take care of himself.

But if David had taken a course in med school on how to charm children, apparently he’d aced it. The man was putting sutures in Janie’s chin and she trusted him enough to fall asleep. The ability to do that didn’t mesh with what little Courtney knew about him.

“But you’re not a kid now,” she said. That was the understatement of the century. He was a man who sprinkled sex appeal like fairy dust wherever he went, if tabloid stories linking him to models and actresses were anything to go by. “And you didn’t talk down to her.”

“Kids know when you do that. They don’t like it.”

She actually laughed. “That’s true.”

Who’d have thought anyone could make her laugh under the circumstances? Maybe he was magic. That thought made her uneasy and when she was uneasy it was time to fall back on defenses.

“So why did you agree to look at Janie?” she asked.

He glanced at her. “Because my sister called.”

“But you’re not helping your sister. Janie and I are total strangers to you.” And from what she gathered, his family wasn’t too much more to him. Yet he was here because Ella called. By any definition that was a nice thing. Men who did nice things usually wanted something and she wasn’t comfortable with that kind of balance sheet.

“Let’s just say this is the least I can do for the widow and daughter of a war hero,” he said.

Courtney cringed at his words. It was what everyone thought, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. The anger welled up and after a day like today she didn’t have the emotional reserves to bite her tongue.

“Joining the army wasn’t about truth, justice and the American way for Joe. My husband was a lot of things, but noble wasn’t one of them.”

David’s hands stopped moving and he looked at her. “He gave his life for his country. That seems pretty noble to me.”

It would have been if his reasons for joining the military hadn’t been about getting away from his wife and baby girl. He’d gone because he wanted liberty, but not for his country. For himself. He wanted freedom from domestic restraints so he could play around with women, any woman who wasn’t his wife.

As quickly as the rage reared up, it let her down. She was so tired. Tired of being angry about something she couldn’t change. Mostly she was just tired. And sore. It felt as if every muscle ached and her body was the percussion section in a marching band. Her head throbbed, then her wrist pounded. And that was her only excuse for revealing relationship failures to the doctor who’d been nice enough to help Janie.

She met his questioning gaze and sighed. “Is it too late to take that back?”

“Pretty much,” he confirmed.

She sighed. “Ordinarily I’m not prone to sharing personal information. Especially with someone I don’t know. Someone who went out of his way to do a nice thing. I can only plead probable brain damage after hitting my head. How about we pretend I didn’t say anything?”

“Okay.”

That was too easy. Or maybe not. He probably didn’t want to hear her tragic story any more than she wanted to tell it. When his good deed was done, he’d be out of here. And it couldn’t be too soon for her. The man did things to her. He’d surprised her when he was so good with Janie. It surprised her when he’d picked up the slack in the support department when she was feeling about as strong as a fettuccine noodle. She didn’t like surprises.

They were never good.

David rolled his disposable gloves off and dropped them on the tray beside him, then studied his work. He’d made the sutures as tiny as humanly possible and knew that the stubborn little chin would heal nicely. When he noted Courtney’s pale face he figured it best not to make her study the finished product.

But he couldn’t resist saying, “Not bad.”

“Humble, aren’t you?” Edgy sarcasm laced the words, but he had a feeling that spirit was the only reason she was still on her feet.

He decided to help her out. “Haven’t you heard? Arrogance is a prerequisite for doctors.”

“I’ve heard that. But I haven’t seen it up close and personal until now.”

He vaguely remembered Ella saying Courtney was a hospital employee, but a bad connection while he was in the airport had prevented him hearing in what capacity. Because of that call, he was here instead of on a plane to L.A.

When he looked at Courtney’s mouth, his wish that he were on a plane to anywhere took hold. Her lips took up forty-five percent of her face—a slight exaggeration, but if she didn’t have the sexiest mouth he’d ever seen, he’d turn in his forceps and start making house calls.

“You do work here at the hospital,” he clarified.

“I manage the gift shop.”

“So you don’t work directly with doctors?”

“No.”