his hand brushed hers. At once that awareness heâd been avoiding came flooding back.
And they were alone in the quiet room with dusk beginning to darken the windows.
Maggie cleared her throat, as if sheâd been visited by the same thought. âDepends on what?â
âIn a way, on what happens here.â He folded his arms across his chest, propped his hip against the table and kept talking to block feeling anything. âIâm being considered for a place in one of the best general practices in the city. The chief partner is a big supporter of the Volunteer Doctors program.â
Maggie stared at him. âIs that why you came here? To impress him?â
âHe suggested it. He said volunteering would be good experienceâthat Iâd learn to relate to patients in a whole new way.â
Actually, Dr. Rawlins had been rather more direct than that.
Technically, youâre a good doctor, Hardesty, but you keep too thick a wall between yourself and your patients. I donât want a physician who gets too emotional, but I have to see some passion. Maybe youâll find that if you get into a new situation.
Rawlins was the best, and Grant wanted that partnership. So heâd taken the advice, even though he wasnât sure passion was his forte. Being a good physician ought to be enough.
âAnd is it working?â Maggieâs question was tart, and he remembered what sheâd said about volunteers coming here to pad up their résumés.
Anger welled up, surprisingly strong. She didnât have the right to judge him.
âWhatâs wrong, Maggie? Isnât that an altruistic enough motive for you?â
She stiffened, hands pressed against the desk. âItâs none of my business why you came.â
âNo? Then why are you looking at me as if youâre judging me?â
âIâm not.â She turned away, the stiffness of her shoulders denying the words. âI suppose weâre just lucky that our needs happen to coincide with yours.â
They were lucky. The people of Button Gap gothis services for a month at no cost to the community, and he got the experience he needed to land the position he wanted. It was a fair exchange.
So it didnât matter to him in the least that knowing his motives had disillusioned Maggie.
Not in the least.
Chapter Four
âY ou sure keeping the boy out of school is the only way of handling this?â Aunt Elly still looked worried on Tuesday morning as Maggie headed for the office.
Maggie paused, wishing she didnât have to hide Joey away from his friends. Was she overreacting? Letting her own fear of the county social worker govern what she did with the children? The memory of the deputyâs visit was too fresh in her mind to allow her to judge.
âI know he doesnât want to stay home.â
She glanced toward the living room, where Joey was trying to convince his siblings to play school. They didnât seem impressed with the idea of sitting still.
âI just donât know what else to do. If heâs in school, itâs too easy for Mrs. Hadley to find him.â
Aunt Elly gave her a searching glance, as if plumbing the depths of Maggieâs soul. âWhat did his teacher have to say about it?â
âShe agreed it was just as well.â Nobody at the small Button Gap elementary school would want to give them away, but they also couldnât risk running afoul of the county. âThat way theyâre not to blame. Itâs not long until Christmas vacation anyway, and Emily Davison will tutor him. He wonât fall behind.â
âGuess maybe itâs for the best.â Aunt Ellyâs agreement sounded reluctant, but really, what else could they do? âHow are you going to explain it to Grant?â
Her fingers clenched. âIâm not.â She shook her head. âHonest, we canât take the chance. He canât know about Joey being out of