Dr. Zinetti's Snowkissed Bride by Sarah Morgan Read Free Book Online

at her.
    He’d been smiling at Melissa, standing behind her. And it didn’t take a genius to see why.
    Melissa was the sort of woman who men found interesting. She was someone who took the trouble to straighten her hair before an early shift and apply lip gloss whenever a good-looking doctor walked onto the ward. Her uniform was slightly shorter than regulation, but not quite short enough to draw comment.
    She was exactly like gorgeous Georgina.
    Feeling the past rushing forwards to mock her, Meg suddenly wanted nothing more than to escape. The world was full of women like Melissa, she knew that all too well, just as she knew that the world was full of men who salivated over smooth hair, perfect nails and glossy lips.
    Suddenly she felt grubby and unkempt. She was wearing the scrub suit she always wore for work in the emergency department—no doubt Dino was making several unflattering comparisons.
    Her palms damp and her heart thudding, she shot to her feet and gave Harry a quick smile. ‘I’m off. Be good.’ She didn’t look at Dino. He was probably occupied ogling Melissa’s glossy mouth and, for some reason she didn’t want to examine too closely, she didn’t want to witness that.
    â€˜I heard about your heroic rescue, Dino,’ Melissa was saying, and Meg quickened her pace as she walked towards the door. Within minutes they’d blatantly be arranging where and when to meet. Then Melissa would be giggling with her colleagues, planning what to wear.
    Feeling as though she belonged to a different species, Meg hurried along the corridor towards the emergency department.
    What had possessed her to promise Jamie she’d invite Dino to Dad’s Day?
    It was a totally ridiculous idea. And it wasn’t going to happen.
    No way. There were a million easier ways to make a complete fool of yourself.
    She was going to have to find a different solution to Jamie’s problem.
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    â€˜Meg, wait—’ Wondering what had caused her to run this time, Dino strode after her as she sped towards the door. He caught up with her easily and grabbed her arm. ‘Wait! I want to talk to you.’
    â€˜I have to get to work.’ Without looking at him, she shrugged him off and carried on walking. Her mouth was tight and she looked as if she was going into battle.
    With a soft curse he caught up with her again and this time spun her round to face him, his hands hard on her shoulders.
    Forced to stop, she made an impatient sound in her throat. ‘What?’ Her eyes were darkened by anger. It was like looking at the sea before a storm and Dino racked his brains to think what he could have done to whip up such a response from her. He’d always unsettled her, of course. He knew that, and he’d been biding his time. Treading carefully. Letting her get used to being around him.
    For a moment he was tempted to tell her in blunt phrases exactly what it was he wanted from her, but his experience with women had taught him when to speak and when to go slow. With Meg Miller he was moving so slowly he was virtually standing still. One step forwards, two steps back. ‘Why did you run off?’
    â€˜I didn’t “run” anywhere. I have to get to work, so I left.’
    In the middle of a conversation. In the middle of the first intimate exchange they’d ever shared. She’d been about to smile at him. For the first time since he’d met her eight monthsearlier, she’d almost acknowledged the connection between them. And then it had snapped. She’d snapped it.
    It was like trying to tame a wild animal, he thought. You just had to be patient and let them come to you.
    Shame that he wasn’t that patient.
    â€˜Your Jamie is a great boy.’ He stuck to a safe subject. ‘He loves cars so much. I was the same at his age.’ He’d expected her to relax, but instead the mention of her son seemed to increase her tension.
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