The Army Doc's Christmas Angel by Annie O'Neil

Author:Annie O'Neil
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-09-12T14:16:03+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

AN EMPTY GYM.

No music.

Just the pounding of his heart and the sound of his breath.

The best part about an exhausting workout was that there was no room in Finn’s head for anything other than the weights in his hands and the resistance his body was or wasn’t giving as he pushed himself to the next level.

There wasn’t one spare second to consider just how close he’d come to kissing Naomi the other day.

Or if he’d been counting: six days, twelve hours and a handful of minutes ago.

But he hadn’t been counting.

Or popping round when she was giving Adao one of his physio sessions, taking careful note of how gentle she was with him. Sensitive to how lonely and lost the boy was feeling.

Neither had he been so much as giving the slightest thought to those beautiful, full lips of hers. The slight tilt of her eyes rimmed by lashes so thick and long he could almost imagine them butterfly-kissing his cheek.

Almost.

But he wasn’t thinking about things like that.

He wasn’t letting himself notice that when she walked into a room the world felt a little bit nicer.

Or the soft curve of her neck.

How watching her work with patients was seeing someone answering a calling, not doing a job.

Or the gentle swoops and soft curves her body revealed even in the athletic gear she almost always wore to work.

* * *

Finn strode over to a press-up bench and took off his prosthesis. A challenge. That’s what he needed. He dropped to the floor and did a few press-ups, unsuccessfully trying to rid his brain of that instant—that bit of other-worldly time and place—when he’d been absolutely sure they’d both moved toward the other.

Two lost souls finding solace in each other.

Only he had no idea if she really was a lost soul or not. Something about Adao had well and truly shot her emotions up to explosive level. Then again, he never saw her raise her voice or offer anything less than a smile to every other member of staff.

Maybe it was him. Maybe it was the combination of the pair of them. Maybe it was the fact he’d never come to terms with pushing his ex-wife so hard the only choice she’d had in the end had been to leave him.

“Mr. Morgan!” The door to the gym was pushed open and Theo appeared. He was dressed in running gear. In his usual swift, efficient manner he took in a sweaty senior surgeon, a discarded prosthesis, a look that could kill and said, “Want a spotter?”

No. He wanted to be left alone to wallow in his misery. Only...he didn’t really.

Blimey. Since when did misery actually love company?

Theo crossed to the press-up bench and eyed the weights Finn had loaded on the bar. He clearly knew better than to wait for an invitation.

“Looks like you’re weighted light tonight.”

Theo had the world’s best poker face and he was playing it hard right now. He knew Finn only pressed weights that challenged him at the highest level.

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