His Perfect Woman (Harlequin Superromance) by Kay Stockham Read Free Book Online

stay put and give me a sec to get dressed.”
    Wondering who he had up there with him that would require him to not already be dressed at ten o’clock in the morning, she debated the merits of ignoring him and leaving. She could come back later. Much later. Or not at all? Was she nuts to consider this?
    A woman laughed.
    Melissa jerked her head up toward Bryan’s still-open window, but when the sound came again, she traced it to the house positioned on the right of the medical practice. Was that…
    Squinting, she focused on the fluttering lace curtains and sucked in a sharp breath. It was! Ellen Morton was talking on the phone, her voice carrying the short distance betweenthe houses. The woman’s laughter was low and teasing. Had she just said her father’s name? Her name?
    The door behind her opened, and Melissa spun around to face Bryan with a glare only to wind up gaping at him instead. Getting dressed apparently involved pulling on low-riding, body-molding jeans and a black T-shirt that defined his broad chest and muscles. Yesterday he’d worn casual slacks and a button-down dress shirt, but now Bryan looked like he’d stepped out of an ad for Abercrombie & Fitch or a rough-and-tumble Ralph Lauren spread.
    Forcing her gaze to his and hating the fact she stood one step lower, which put her at ab level with him, Melissa ignored the crick in her neck and stared up into his hypnotic green eyes, trying in vain to gather her wits. Not an easy feat considering the sight of him made her nervous and…sick.
    Because he was perfect . Completely, totally, absolutely perfect from his sandy-brown hair finger-combed off his face and left to curl on his neck, to his bare, big-man feet that balanced a six-foot-plus frame. Corded muscles, ripped abs that could be seen beneath the well-worn shirt, a muscular build any male model would envy. Bryan was the prime example of a man.
    He leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb and crossed his arms over his chest with a lethal half grin that made her insides tingle and heat in an unfamiliar way. But that was absurd. Because as perfect as he appeared to be, that was how imperfect she was in comparison. If she were a normal woman she might have appreciated the welcoming, flirtatious smile, but she wasn’t normal, never would be, and a man like Bryan Booker only made her more aware of all her shortcomings. Why couldn’t he sport a purple mustache now or still think it funny to fart?
    Bryan tilted his head to the side, his indecently long lashes adding to a sexy, sleepy expression few men could pull off without looking ridiculous.
    â€œMelissa?”
    He said her name patiently, as if he was accustomed to the chore because other women had done as she had and been rendered speechless at the sight of him. Coming out of her daze, she cleared her throat only to be sidetracked yet again by the sound of Ellen’s laughter carrying from next door. She raised an eyebrow. “Ellen Morton is your neighbor?”
    â€œYeah.”
    Everything came together at once. “So you’d seen my dad hanging out over there, and when you saw my reaction yesterday at the station—” She groaned, closing her eyes briefly. “I must’ve looked like an idiot to you.”
    â€œYou didn’t look like an idiot at all. You looked like someone had pulled the rug out from under you,” he admitted, his voice gently teasing, “but not an idiot.”
    She smiled wearily and lifted a hand toward the other house. “Do you know her well?”
    â€œThe way neighbors do these days. Why don’t you come in?”
    She hesitated, but when he moved back, she climbed the remaining step and entered the hallway leading to the reception area. Exam rooms lined both sides, four in all, with a public restroom and Bryan’s office taking up the rest of the space. Diplomas, both his and his R.N.’s, lined the white walls, and a bulletin board full of