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CHAPTER THREE

‘YOU KNEW HE’D think that?’ Carly paused in the act of placing her stethoscope’s bell over the brachial artery in Benson’s upper arm.

The Baron had the grace to look contrite. ‘Not until I saw the way he was looking at you after my phone call, and then...it was sort of flattering.’

‘Flattering?’ Carly inflated the cuff. ‘Flattering that your grandson thinks I’m your mistress?’

One thirty over eighty. Better.

She tore off the Velcro cuff more forcefully than she intended. ‘Only a man would think that,’ she griped. ‘But he thinks I’m a gold-digger as well.’

‘He’s a virile male, Carly, and you’re a beautiful young woman. His masculinity was dented, that’s all.’

‘Dented?’

‘That you would choose an old codger like me over a young buck like him.’

Carly sighed. ‘And men think women are hard to understand. I don’t even know him!’

‘Doesn’t matter.’ He grimaced. ‘How’s the blood pressure?’

‘Still too high. You know, you don’t need this extra stress right now.’