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Phoebe heard a noise and saw a very tall male figure walking down the corridor towards her. She blinked as she saw he was bare to the waist, with a white hand towel around his neck.

‘I’m looking for Dr Ken Rollins. I’m Dr Phoebe Johnson from Washington.’

‘You’re Phoebe Johnson?’ the man said, with a look of surprise on his handsome face and doubt colouring his deep voice.

‘Yes, I am. Did he tell you I was arriving?’

The man wiped his forehead and his hands on the towel he was carrying, then stretched out his free hand. ‘I’m Heath Rollins, I’ve been expecting you. I’ll be standing in for my father over the next four weeks.’

Phoebe quickly realised as she met his handshake that the man standing before her was her new boss. She took a few steps back from the very warm handshake and looked warily at him. She had signed on to work with Ken Rollins. This Dr Rollins was definitely not in his sixties.

Disastrous, was the first thought that came to her mind. The second thought, as she looked at his lightly tanned physique, was not in any way ladylike and nothing she wanted to be considering with this man. Or any man now that she had sworn off the species. It was not what she needed …

In fact this was close to a catastrophe.