her his name but realized if Joanna knew heâd come to pay her a visit, she might not see him. âItâs personal.â
âCan I have your name, please?â
Damn.
He sent her his best grin. âItâs a surprise visit.â
One hand went to her throat, but her smile remained intact. âWell, Iâm not sure Joanna would like that kind of surprise.â
Rio couldnât argue that. âJust tell her Iâm a doctor from Memorial, okay? Thatâs all she needs to know.â
She chewed her bottom lip. âIâm not really sureâ¦â
He leaned into the counter and sought out her name from the badge pinned on her lapel. âIâd really appreciate it if you would, Stephanie.â
Keeping her eyes locked on Rio, the woman picked up the phone, punched a button and slowly repeated the message. After she hung up, she said, âWait right here. Sheâll be with you in a minute.â The receptioniststacked a few folders then regarded him again with another smile. âSo, what kind of doctor are you?â
âOB.â
She leaned a cheek on her palm and gave him a coy look. âReally?â
âYeah. Really.â She was flirting with him. Maybe some other time, Rio might have flirted back. But the only woman he was interested in at the moment had yet to appear.
He heard the familiar sound of Joanna Blakeâs voice, soft and soothing, deadly as far as he was concerned. Knowing she was nearby had his body reacting in ways not appropriate for a grown man, especially in this setting.
The door to his left opened and a very pregnant woman walked out with Joanna following behind. He immediately recognized the patient. Allison Cartwright, his patient.
Rio didnât know who looked more shocked, Allison or Joanna. Both stared at him a long moment, but Allison spoke first. âHi, Dr. Madrid. Fancy meeting you here.â
He couldnât ignore the sudden flash of anger. âGuess I could say the same thing. What are you doing here?â
She raised one shoulder in a shrug. âNow donât get upset. Iâm just visiting. Joanna was explaining the centerâs birthing methods to me.â
âNo problem,â he said, but it was, at least for him. Rio leveled his gaze on Joanna. âDo you have a minute, Ms. Blake?â
âIâm leaving, so she does,â Allison answered for her, then hurried out the front door in a matter of seconds.
âWhat can I do for you, Dr. Madrid?â Joannaâs tone was professional, with only a hint of friendliness.
He glanced back over his shoulder at Stephanie, who still continued to stare, then turned his smile on Joanna. âYou donât really want to discuss that here, do you, Ms. Blake?â
Color splashed across Joannaâs cheeks as she held open the door leading from the reception area. âFollow me, but I only have a few minutes.â
âThatâs all I need,â he said. âFor now.â
So much for not pushing. If he knew what was best, heâd stop with the innuendo. But for some reason, Joanna Blake unearthed his wicked side, trampled his control.
He followed her down the corridor, watching the gentle sway of her hips encased in black slacks, not jeans, but just as high impact.
âAll the exam rooms are full, so this will have to do.â She stopped at a room set off in another alcove away from the main corridor, stepped to one side and allowed Rio to enter.
The place resembled something straight out of a bed-and-breakfast inn, complete with a queen-size bed, rocking chair and redbrick fireplace. He found the decor to be surprisingly elegant, all flowers and lace, reminding him of his own homeâs attic room, the one heâd offered to Joanna Blake, the reason why he was here. But first, he had a few other questions for her.
âWhat was Allison Cartwright doing here?â
âSheâs considering using the center instead of the