Winning Back His Doctor Bride. Tina Beckett. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Tina Beckett
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Medical
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781474037464
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Hope Clinic. The painted lettering on the glass door matched the colors of the handprints on the sign. And the glass doors were spotlessly clean. His glance went back to the cardboard patch.

      A sliver of unease worked its way through his gut. Not about Mila’s safety. Of course not. About the soundness of his decision to allow a branch of this clinic to open inside his own. Freya’s doing. Not his. But his damned board of directors had put him in charge of overseeing the opening of the facility. Which was why he was here, pricey photographer in tow.

      The woman took a few shots of the sign and the door, dutifully avoiding the window. “We can go inside anytime you want.”

      Before he could even reach for the door, however, it was flung open and Freya stood there. “Come on, James, what’s taking you so long?”

      “What happened to the window?” He nodded toward the offending cardboard, not sure he even wanted to know the answer.

      Although he couldn’t see Mila, she was just inside the dark entrance of the clinic. The growing pressure in his chest told him that. Schooling the rest of his body to mimic the bland mask he wore on his face, he made no move to go inside.

      “Oh...um...” Freya glanced behind her. “It’s nothing. Probably just a stray baseball.”

      James turned his attention to the busy street behind him. Cars clogged the asphalt as they waited for the light to change and allow them to head on their way. Baseball? He didn’t think so. Not on this road. He lowered his voice, to avoid Morgan hearing him. “Tell me you weren’t here when it happened.” His sister was seven months pregnant and did not need any stress at this point.

      “No, it was sometime last week.” She waved off his concern, a frown appearing between her brows.

      Biting back his next words, knowing his sister wouldn’t welcome any brotherly advice, he sighed, hoping she’d catch his drift.

      “It’s perfectly safe, James.”

      Safe? With Mila somewhere inside? He didn’t think so.

      But he was here. And the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could be on his way. The space they’d set aside in The Hollywood Hills Clinic was on the other side of the building from where his office was, so it wasn’t like he’d see her every day. And he was pretty sure she would split her time between this facility and the new one.

      With that bracing thought, he motioned the photographer and Freya inside and then followed them.

      The interior of the clinic was as cheerful as the sign. Bright colors were splashed on every available surface, as if a painter had opened his cans and tossed the contents onto the walls and countertops.

      “Wow,” Morgan said, already snapping shots of the interior.

      Wow was right. The place was so very...Mila that it made him smile.

      His gaze came back, zeroing in on her at last with a swallow.

      Her hair was much longer than it had been when they’d been together. Back then, it had been cropped into short waves above her ears, allowing the delicate bones of her face to shine forth. Not that they didn’t still. But unlike the easy-care locks of days past, the new Mila appeared cool and polished, the curls tamed into long sleek strands that ended just below her shoulder blades.

      He swallowed again and extended his hand in a fake formality that would make the PR department proud. “Mila, nice to see you again. Thank you for letting the clinic do some publicity shots.”

      Right on cue, the camera clicked multiple times, reminding him of how often he’d been caught unaware on the streets of LA. During his parents’ ugly divorce, he’d barely been able to go anywhere without some member of the paparazzi lying in wait, hoping to get him at the worst possible moment. He tensed, before forcing himself to relax his muscles.

      He didn’t ask how Mila was doing, and for a split second he thought she’d refuse his greeting. Maybe it would have been better if he’d kept his hands in his pockets, but then she reached forward and curled her fingers around his.

      Big mistake. The contact scattered images through his head that were every bit as vivid as the paint on the walls. Memories of Mila’s head nestled deep in his pillow as she’d slept, of making love into the early hours. Laughter. Late-night texts. And finally the tears.

      Damn it.

      As if plagued by the same thoughts, Mila snatched her hand free and turned away. “Nice to see you as well. And it’s fine about the publicity. You’re used to it by now. Besides, I’m sure your clinic wants to show off its newest investment. So how about a quick tour? I didn’t schedule any patients this morning, but you should be able to see—”

      He touched her arm to slow the torrent of words. It worked. She swung around, but he noticed she took a step back, the distance just enough that he couldn’t touch her again.

      “The window. What happened?”

      Freya broke in. “James, it’s fine. Don’t go all protective big brother on us.”

      Not very likely. The last thing he felt toward Mila was brotherly affection. But he did feel a niggle of worry.

      He narrowed his eyes on his sister. “I think we have a right to know the risks involved in taking on this little venture.”

      He glanced toward Morgan, but she was ignoring them, still exploring the waiting room, where brightly colored plastic chairs perched on top of acid-stained concrete that had been polished until it gleamed.

      “Little venture?” If Mila’s voice had been cool before, it had now dropped to well below freezing. “Afraid you might lose some of your high-dollar clients if they spot a pair of humble flip-flops cruising down the fancy halls of your clinic?”

      His jaw tightened. Not at her words but at the disdain in her tone. And the fact that she had hit a nerve. The board had discussed at length how to handle their newest addition.

      The voting members had made a motion to add a separate entrance so that Bright Hope could be accessed directly from the parking lot, instead of its patients coming in through the huge double doors at the front of the clinic. The decision stuck in his craw because putting in another door made it seem a little too much like a service entrance for comfort.

      He’d gone along with it only because if he hadn’t, the vote to allow the opening of the clinic might not have gone through—and Freya had her heart set on it. It had only passed by a slim margin as it was. And the financially challenged kids of LA did need access to what The Hollywood Hills Clinic could offer.

      Telling Mila any of that, however, would not make her feel any better. If he knew her, she had only agreed to Freya’s idea because his sister had insisted.

      Which meant Bright Hope was not doing as well financially as she had made it seem.

      “Let’s just say we’d rather not have a gang war break out in one of our hallways.”

      Mila’s eyes flitted sideways away from his.

      Damn. He’d been joking about the gang war. Had that broken window been caused by a hail of bullets? “Do you have security?”

      “Yes. There are cameras, and a security guard is here during business hours.”

      But only during those hours. Did Mila come here when there was no one else around? The question tickled the back of his throat, but he ignored it. He didn’t want Morgan going back to the board with any tales that weren’t true. He took another tack instead.

      “Did the police catch whoever broke your window?”

      “Not yet, but I’ve turned the surveillance video over to them. Hopefully they’ll find the culprits.”

      Culprits, plural. “Do you keep drugs on the premises?”

      She threw him a stormy glare that he recognized all too well. “Of course not. Nothing