Tender Loving Care. Susan Mallery

didn’t he say something, or look away…anything?

      “Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said finally.

      She groaned and ducked her head. “After almost a week, that’s the best you can come up with?”

      Behind her the doctor chuckled. She spun around, having forgotten the other two men in the room.

      “Let’s take a look.” He clicked on the light and tilted Logan’s face up. “Good reactions. Infection seems cleared up. Remember, no close work and wear sunglasses to protect your eyes from the light. Indoors also, for at least a week. Come to the office in about ten or twelve days and I’ll see if you’re ready to go back to work.” He put his equipment away. “Well, John, what about that lunch?”

      Mr. Anderson grinned. “Logan, you follow orders. I can’t afford any more of these house calls.” He winked at Melissa. “Hang in there, Nurse VanFleet. Don’t let him get away with anything.”

      “Me?” Logan asked as he slipped on dark glasses. “I’m the perfect patient.”

      He turned and gave her that lethal grin. She felt her heart begin to melt. Dear God, she was going down for the third time and there wasn’t a lifeboat in sight.

      Chapter Four

      Melissa shut the front door behind the two men and drew in a steadying breath. She’d barely survived the past five minutes, how on earth would she get through the next two weeks? Between the raging dance her hormones performed every time she and Logan were in the same room and her overactive imagination, she didn’t have a prayer of escaping unscathed. She’d probably end up ripping off her clothes, pleading with him to take her and be forced to deal with the ignominy of being thrown out on the street. No job, no references, no money. By the end of the month, she’d be a bag lady on Sunset Boulevard.