Cindy Kirk - The Doctor's Valentine Dare

“You’re a doctor,” she added for clarification, then flushed.

Perhaps her father had been onto something with all his “think first” admonishments.

“Not for tonight,” Noah said smoothly, taking her arm and moving them in the direction of the back of the house. “Tonight let me be simply the man in the black mask, who you enjoy kissing.”

“I do not, ah, did not—”

One look from those brilliant blue eyes stopped the protest. She couldn’t deny the explosive chemistry between them any more than she could control the shivers his touch elicited.

“Are you suggesting we pretend to be people we’re not for the evening?” Though she found the thought intriguing, Josie knew she must have misunderstood. There was no way this straitlaced, serious doctor would suggest something so daring.

An emotion she couldn’t quite decipher flickered in the depths of those amazing blue eyes. “Interested?”

* * *

Rx for Love:Just following doctor’s orders …

The Doctor’s Valentine Dare

Cindy Kirk

www.millsandboon.co.uk

From the time she was a little girl, CINDY KIRKthought everyone made up different endings to books, movies and television shows. Instead of counting sheep at night, she made up stories. She’s now had over forty novels published. She enjoys writing emotionally satisfying stories with a little faith and humour tossed in. She encourages readers to connect with her on Facebook and Twitter, @cindykirkauthor, and via her website, www.cindykirk.com.

To my dear friend Anita Evans, who reads all my books and always has a kind word to say. Who knew when we began working together all those years ago that we would become lifelong friends? Thanks for all your support. It means so much to me.

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Introduction “You’re a doctor,” she added for clarification, then flushed. Perhaps her father had been onto something with all his “think first” admonishments. “Not for tonight,” Noah said smoothly, taking her arm and moving them in the direction of the back of the house. “Tonight let me be simply the man in the black mask, who you enjoy kissing.” “I do not, ah, did not—” One look from those brilliant blue eyes stopped the protest. She couldn’t deny the explosive chemistry between them any more than she could control the shivers his touch elicited. “Are you suggesting we pretend to be people we’re not for the evening?” Though she found the thought intriguing, Josie knew she must have misunderstood. There was no way this straitlaced, serious doctor would suggest something so daring. An emotion she couldn’t quite decipher flickered in the depths of those amazing blue eyes. “Interested?” * * * Rx for Love: Just following doctor’s orders …

Title Page The Doctor’s Valentine Dare Cindy Kirk www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author From the time she was a little girl, CINDY KIRK thought everyone made up different endings to books, movies and television shows. Instead of counting sheep at night, she made up stories. She’s now had over forty novels published. She enjoys writing emotionally satisfying stories with a little faith and humour tossed in. She encourages readers to connect with her on Facebook and Twitter, @cindykirkauthor , and via her website, www.cindykirk.com .

Dedication To my dear friend Anita Evans, who reads all my books and always has a kind word to say. Who knew when we began working together all those years ago that we would become lifelong friends? Thanks for all your support. It means so much to me.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

“I don’t even know you.” Josie Campbell gazed up at the tall, broad-shouldered man in bewilderment. “Why would I agree to go out with you?”

“How else can you get to know me?” Noah Anson shot her a charming smile showing a mouthful of straight white teeth. With jet-black hair, a just-short-of-olive skin tone and bright blue eyes, the effect was mesmerizing. Toss in the cashmere topcoat, dark hand-tailored suit and red Hermès tie, and, well, it was quite a tempting package.

From his confident demeanor, Josie surmised the man’s past efforts to pick up women had met with great success.

Tempting for most women, Josie reminded herself. Not for her, because of several reasons, including the most obvious. “You’re a stranger.”

“I introduced myself.” Noah spoke with barely suppressed impatience. He gestured with his head toward the counter. “If you require a personal reference, Cole will vouch for me.”

Cole Lassiter, owner of the Hill of Beans coffee empire, stood behind the counter. At the moment, the successful entrepreneur was busy instructing one of his staff.

Josie didn’t need a reference. Once Noah introduced himself, she’d recognized the name. He was the neurosurgeon who’d joined her father’s medical practice last year.

Though she’d been back in Jackson Hole for over a month, this was the first time their paths had crossed.

Just recalling how he’d introduced himself made her smile. Doctor Noah Anson. He’d obviously added the doctor bit hoping to impress her. What he didn’t realize was he’d have had a better chance by leaving it off. In her experience, physicians didn’t make good boyfriends or relatives.

“Thank you for the dinner invitation.” She offered a perfunctory smile and tried to ignore her reaction to the testosterone wafting off him in waves. “But I’m not interested.”

Josie offered no further explanation. She’d learned years ago that having a valid reason often made no difference to a man convinced his way was the right way, the only way.

Noah’s eyes, as blue as the Wyoming sky, sharpened. She swore she could hear the gears in that analytical mind of his whirring.

Finally, he nodded. “Understood.”

Josie was surprised by the easy acquiescence. She’d gotten the distinct impression Noah was cut from the same bolt of cloth as her arrogant father and brothers. She’d expected him to redouble his efforts and turn on the charm. Or, at the very least, press for an explanation.

Feeling oddly disappointed, Josie turned toward the door. “Have a good day, Dr. Anson.”

Before she could take a step, the latte was lifted from her hand. “Not so quickly.”

Josie whirled and found herself staring into those vivid blue eyes. Eyes that now held a hint of amusement.

She suppressed a sigh and forced a stern expression. “Give me back my drink.”

Actually, it wasn’t her drink at all. She still held her own caramel macchiato. Noah had grabbed her employer’s nonfat latte.

“There’s an open table by the window. I’m not through making my case.” Without waiting for a response the doctor crossed the crowded shop with long purposeful strides, Pauline’s latte in hand.

Josie shot a frustrated glance in Cole Lassiter’s direction. The man who, up to now, she’d considered a friend, merely lifted his shoulders. He appeared to be hiding a smile.

There was no reason she couldn’t simply order another drink and stroll out the door without a backward glance. An option certainly, though a rather cowardly one. And, other than running away from her family all those years ago, Josie had never been a coward.