Sue MacKay - A Family This Christmas

‘We’re having a barbecue. Steak all right with you?’

‘Perfect. Can I make the salad?’ Though right at this moment telling the difference between a tomato and a cucumber might be difficult.

Her question got her a small smile. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Had to offer.’ Actually, she felt glad he’d turned her down. Those crutches were turning out to be a little trickier to master than she’d have believed. His kitchen was safer without her clunking around in there.

‘Is there anything you don’t like to eat?’ Cam asked.

‘Tripe, Brussels sprouts and broad beans.’

‘You’re more than safe here.’

As Cam dug around in the pantry she studied his back view and found it still very delectable now her brain was clear of drugs and post-op fog. But, of course, finding herself here with a man she barely knew, she was bound to be overreacting to all sorts of things. Then Cam turned to place bottles of sauces on the counter and caught her staring.

‘Yes?’ His eyebrows rose, and that smile hovered on his mouth.

Definitely ouch. Heat crept up her throat and spread across her cheeks. Caught, like a teenager ogling the teacher as he wrote on the board. ‘Nothing.’ Glancing around, she hurried to find something neutral to talk about. ‘You’ve got a lovely home. Spacious and light, warm and cosy.’ Home and Garden reporter she was not. ‘Been here long?’

‘Two and a half years. I was looking for a less hectic work schedule. On a holiday at the family farm out in the sounds, someone mentioned Havelock needed a GP. So here we are.’

‘Is there enough work for a full-time doctor?’ The town was less than small.

‘I do mornings here four days a week and the rest of my time in Blenheim at the practice this one’s linked to.’

‘How do you manage? A GP’s life is never quiet. Then there are your kids.’

‘Solo parenting is a balancing act but I wouldn’t swap it for anything.’ He sprinkled oil onto the steaks and reached for the pepper grinder.

As she watched those strong hands twisting the utensil, her stomach did a wee shake. Long, strong fingers. It didn’t take any effort to imagine them tripping over her skin. Her cheeks burned like a furnace. In fact, her whole body had come alive.

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