Surgeon Prince, Ordinary Wife

9780373126514_PL.inddExtracted 1 threads from 9780373126514-exw.PDFUntitled Article 01: UntitledIF SHE hadnt been running so horrendously late, she would never have taken the short cut in the first place. Amelia let out a stiff curse as she tried to free herself from the rambling briar that had caught her as shed climbed over the back fence adjoining the property of her last community health home visit of the day. Well, what do you know? a deep male voice drawled from just behind her. The legend is true after alltherearefairies at the bottom of the garden. She swivelled her head around to see a tall man looking up at her where she was perched so precariously, his black- brown gaze twinkling with amusement. It was very disconcerting as he looked so very Italian with his deeply tanned olive skin and his thick, short hair so dark, and yet she couldnt decide from his accent if he was American or British. He was even wearing what looked like an Italian designer shirt and trousers, the top four buttons of the shirt undone casually, leaving a great expanse of tanned, muscular chest on show. Is thisyourhouse and garden? she asked, tugging at her lightweight cotton skirt to free it, with little success. No, he said with a lazy smile. Im just renting for a few weeks, but the landlord didnt tell me about the little bonus in the back garden. He should have charged me more rent. I would have gladly paid it. Amelia felt the colour begin to flare in her cheeks and, frowning at him, gave her skirt another little tug but it wouldnt budge. His smile widened, showing very white teeth as his dark gaze ran over her appraisingly, taking in her petite shape and elfin features. Actually, Ive changed my mind, he said. Youre not a fairy. You look more like a pixie to me. Amelia had to force herself not to roll her eyes at him in disdain. Actually, I am a community nurse who is now more than half an hour late to visit an elderly patient, she said through tight lips. And if you or your landlord took better care of your garden I would not be stuck up here like this! He folded his arms across his chest, rocking back on his heels as his eyes glinted at her playfully. And if you were not trespassing on private property you wouldnt have been ensnared by that bramble in the first place. He unfolded one of his arms and waggled one long, tanned finger at her re- provingly. She sent him an arctic glare and gave her skirt another vicious tug, but all she succeeded in doing was giving him a rather generous view of her thigh. If you tug any harder on that dress, youll have me blushing to the roots of my hair, he warned. Amelia knewshewas the one blushing to her backbone. She had never felt so embarrassed nor so annoyed in her life. Will you please leave me alone to extricate myself?&amMilburne, Melanie is the author of 'Surgeon Prince, Ordinary Wife ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373126514 and ISBN 0373126514.