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For a split second when Bax first woke up he thought he was back in the days of his residency when it wasn’t unusual to work a twenty-four-hour shift and catch forty winks in any empty bed he could find, at any time of day he could manage it.

Then he remembered that he was long past that particular portion of his life and he searched his memory until he recalled that he was in Elk Creek, Wyoming, in the bed in one of the rooms in the house he’d rented.

Carly Winters’s house.

A wave of satisfaction washed through him.

He was just so damn glad to be out of the city.

He was a small-town boy at heart. Always had been. Except that the small town he’d grown up in had been in Texas rather than in Wyoming.

It had been exciting to leave that small town and go to medical school, exciting to practice medicine in the hub of that same university since then. But he’d had a change of heart over the past couple of years. A change of heart that had made him want all he’d left behind. For himself. And for Evie Lee. Especially for Evie Lee.

He felt as if his daughter had gotten short shrift in the parent department so far in her young life. His wife had died on the delivery table, leaving Evie Lee semiorphaned right from the get-go. And Bax knew he hadn’t been the best of dads since then.

He’d thrown himself into his work to escape a grief that had seemed unbearable any other way, building up one of the largest medical practices in Denver. That had meant sixty- and seventy-hour workweeks, being on call most nights and weekends, and generally putting fatherhood second.

It had meant leaving Evie Lee in the care of a string of live-in nannies. Not all of whom had treated her well.

He wasn’t proud of any of that.

But he was going to rectify it.

Here and now, he thought as he opened his eyes to glance at the clock on the bedside table.

Three o’clock on a Sunday afternoon and a new life had begun for both him and Evie Lee. He’d make sure of it.

Bax yawned, stretched, then clasped his hands behind his head and had a look around the room that had been predesignated his.

The bed was a fair-size four-poster. At the foot of it was a television on a stand against the facing wall. A tall, five-drawer dresser was to the right of the bed. And a door that no doubt led to a closet was to the left.

The whole room was painted a serene shade of beige, with the woodworking all stained oak. Crisp tieback white curtains bordered the two large windows on either side of the television, with scalloped shades pulled down to the sills of both.

The room was comfortable. Functional. Charmingly old-fashioned.

He liked it.

And he wondered if this had been Carly Winters’s own room.

Probably not, he decided. It didn’t smell the way she did.

Not that it smelled anything but clean. But he sort of wished it had that faintly lingering scent of honey and almonds that he’d caught a whiff of when he’d carried her to the porch. It was a nice smell.

A nice smell to go with a nice-looking lady, he thought.

Sure, she’d shown the wear and tear of a long night in an emergency room. But despite that, she was still a head-turner.

Besides smelling great, her hair was so smooth and silky and shiny, it had made him want to yank that pencil out of it and watch the tresses drift like layers of silk down around her face.

A face that glowed with flawless, satiny skin.

She had a rosebud of a mouth that was pink and perfect and much too appealing even without lipstick. She also had a cute, perky nose that was dotted with only a few pale freckles he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been so close.

Artfully arched eyebrows and long, thick lashes accentuated stunning, unusual eyes, too. Brown eyes, but shot through with golden streaks that made them the color of topaz. Sparkling topaz.

Her body hadn’t been anything to ignore, either. She was on the small side, weighing next to nothing when he’d lifted her. But petite stature or not, when she’d put her arm around his shoulder to help bear some of the burden, he’d felt a more than adequate breast press enticingly into his shoulder.

Oh yeah, it was all nice. Very nice…

And strange that he should remember everything about her so vividly.

Particularly when the other woman he’d met that morning was just a vague blur in his mind. He wasn’t even sure he’d recognize the other woman again if he met her on the street, and for the life of him he couldn’t recall her name.

Yet every detail of Carly Winters was right there in his mind’s eye.

Making him stare up at the ceiling with a smile on his face…

Cut it out, he told himself.

But that was easier said than done.

In fact, it was damn difficult to get her out of his thoughts, he discovered when he tried.

Maybe it was just that he was in her house, in a room that might have been hers. In a bed she might have slept in…

The idea of that stirred even more uninvited responses inside him, and he wondered where the hell it was all coming from.

But wherever this reaction was coming from, he put a concerted effort into chasing it away, reminding himself that he hadn’t moved to Elk Creek to think…or feel…things like he was thinking and feeling at that moment. It just wasn’t in his game plan.

He’d come to the small town to concentrate on practicing medicine and to raise his daughter hands-on, full-time, which was why it had been so important to live a stone’s throw from where he worked. And he wasn’t interested in trying to add a woman to the picture. He’d already made that mistake once, and he wasn’t going to make it again.

But not even the reminder of his second marriage, which was the worst thing he’d ever done in his life and in Evie Lee’s, not even his determination to conquer those thoughts of Carly helped to get the image of her out of his head. Or stopped those stirred-up feelings that went with them.

“Must be the house,” he muttered, convincing himself that the place was somehow infused with the essence of her, and that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her, remembering how she’d looked, smelled, felt in his arms.

But as soon as she was gone and he and Evie Lee had settled in and taken over the place, all that would be different. The house would be theirs and Carly Winters would only be a faint memory.

He was sure of it.

He just wondered how long it would take for her to be well enough to leave.

And that was when he realized he hadn’t even asked what was wrong with her or what kind of an accident she’d had.

“Some good doctor you are,” he chastised himself.

But he was a good doctor. Ordinarily. In fact, he’d been named Doctor of the Year for the past four years running. Yet meeting Carly Winters had thrown him off-kilter.

Oh yeah, something very strange was going on, all right.

But strange or not, topaz eyes or not, honey-scented hair or not, it didn’t matter. Before long Carly Winters would be gone and he was going to be the best damn doctor Elk Creek had ever had. And, more importantly, the best damn dad Evie Lee could possibly have.

And that was that.

Except that even as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress his first thought was whether Carly was up and about yet.

And if their paths might cross again anytime soon…

Carly might have slept longer if not for the quiet humming that was coming from beside her bed.

There was no real tune to it and it was terribly off-key, so she knew from the start that it wasn’t coming from the clock radio on the nightstand. And since no one had any reason to be in the cottage at all, let alone while she slept, the sound brought her abruptly awake.

Her eyes opened to the sight of the youngest of her new tenants sitting patiently on the dated, barrel-backed chair that was against the wall to the left of the bed, facing it.

Evie Lee was dressed just as she’d been when Carly had first seen her on the porch—short pink overalls and a white T-shirt dotted with rosebuds. But her wavy blond hair was matted and standing up on one side as if that were the side she’d slept on and hadn’t bothered to brush or comb since getting up.

If Carly had to bet on it, she’d wager that Evie Lee had woken up and come exploring without her father’s knowledge. He was probably still asleep. Or at least thought his daughter was.

“Hi,” the little girl said when she saw Carly’s eyes open.

“Hi.”

“I got tired of sleepin’ and I came to visit you. Is that okay?”

“You can visit me any time at all,” Carly answered.

Evie Lee glanced around. “I like this place. It’s like a big playhouse.”

That was true enough. The cottage was one large room—with the exception of a separate bathroom. Only the furniture divided the open space into sections. A double bed, the antique oak nightstand and the visitor’s chair Evie Lee was occupying made up the bedroom. A round, pedestaled café table with two cane-backed chairs and a wet bar were the dining area. A pale-blue plaid love seat, matching overstuffed chair and a television comprised the living room, although the TV was positioned so that it could be seen from anywhere in the room.

The cottage had a history as a guest house and also as a sometimes hospital room where her father had put up patients he’d wanted to keep a close eye on.

It was pleasant and airy, though, with off-white walls of painted paneling and ruffled curtains on the windows to give it a homey atmosphere.

“I don’t remember your name,” the little girl said bluntly.

“Carly.”

“Is that what I can call you, or do I have to call you Miss or something like at school?”

“You can call me Carly.”

“You can call me Evie Lee Lewis.”

“Thank you,” Carly said with a smile, sitting up in bed and bracing her back against the headboard. “Have you been to school yet?” she asked the little girl.

“I went to kindergarten before the summer and when the summer is over and it’s schooltime again I’ll be in the first grade. You go all day long in that grade. I hope I like it. I hope it’s not too much stressful. Alisha had a lot of stressfuls and then she’d go to bed and I wouldn’t want to have to go to first grade and then have to go to bed.”

“Alisha?” Carly repeated, her interest sparked at the mention of a woman’s name.

“Alisha was my sort-of mom for a while but she didn’t like me. She liked my daddy. But she didn’t like me. She said I was a bad kid and that I was a stressful and a pest and a pain-in-the—”

“Where did she go?”

“Away. My daddy sent her away because she locked me in the closet because I was naughty one day and I put on her shoes and messed up some of her lipsticks.”

The thought of putting this little girl or any other child in a closet raised Carly’s hackles. “Sounds like your daddy did the right thing by sending her away.”

“He was really mad.”

“Good for him. He should have been.”

“How did you hurt yourself?”

“I fell and sprained my ankle.”

“I got a bad scratch on my elbow. See?” Evie Lee displayed the underside of her elbow. “I got it on Mikey Stravoni’s slide and then I got a scab but I picked at it till it comed off and then it bleeded all over the place and my daddy said ‘I told you not to pick off that scab’ because he’s a doctor.”

Carly laughed at the lowered-voice imitation, enjoying the child who looked so much like her father that staring at her conjured flashes of the man himself in Carly’s mind’s eye. Flashes that left her with more eagerness to see him again than she wanted to acknowledge.

“Does your ankle hurt?” Evie Lee asked.

“A little.”

“Sometimes if you pinch yourself really hard somewhere else you’ll forget about it.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Could I play with your crutches when you don’t need ’em?”

“Sure, but they’ll be awfully big for you.”

“You have pretty eyes.”

“So do you.”

“I have pretty hair, too,” Evie Lee said matter-of-factly. “Will you show me how to put a pencil in it?”

“I will if you want me to. But we could probably put something prettier than a pencil in it.”

“Okay,” Evie Lee said with enthusiasm, her pale eyebrows taking flight with the anticipation. “My daddy is no good at hair combing. He says he could do surgery better. Do you have any l’il kids?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m not married.”

“Me, neither. My daddy isn’t neither, too. Are there any l’il kids around here to play with?”

Carly eased herself to the edge of the bed, letting both feet dangle over the side to test how her ankle felt when it wasn’t propped up. It hurt more, but it wasn’t unbearable.

“There’s a little girl up the street,” she answered.

“How old is she?”

“I think she’s six.”

“That’s good. That’s how old I am—six. I just turned it and I got Angel Barbie for my birthday because she’s the prettiest one.”

“You’ll have to show her to me.”

“I could go get her now.”

“I think we’ll have to do that later. My sister is at the medical building where your daddy will be working. She just had a baby last night and I want to go over and see how she is.”

“What kind of baby?”

“A boy.”

“Can I come with you?”

Carly laughed again, not minding the little girl’s chattiness or persistence. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with your dad. But we can’t go without checking with him first.”

Evie Lee hopped out of the chair. “I’ll go ask him right now.”

“I want to clean up and then I’ll come across to the house to check with him.”

“I’ll clean up, too,” Evie Lee said as if she liked the idea.

The child ran for the door, opened it and turned back to Carly. “See ya.”

“See ya,” Carly answered.

And out went Evie Lee.

Since Carly wasn’t too sure whether or not the little girl might return within minutes—alone or with her father—she wasted no time getting to her crutches and heading for the bathroom.

But on the way she realized she was wearing only her slip, that the dress she’d had on the night before was tossed over the back of the love seat, and that she hadn’t brought any of her things with her from the house.

That meant she couldn’t take the fast shower she had in mind or so much as run a comb through her hair or brush her teeth or fix her face or change her clothes.

It also meant that if Bax McDermot was up and about, she was going to have to meet him looking even worse than she had the first time.

Not a proposition she relished.

But what was she going to do? She was in the cottage and everything she needed was in the house. She didn’t have any choice.

Her only hope was that he was still asleep and she could slip in and out before he woke up.

With that in mind, she put her dress back on over her slip and made her way out of the cottage.

The cottage was separated from the main house by only an eight-foot, brick-paved breezeway. The breezeway was covered on top but open on either side so it could be used as a patio in good weather. There was a cedar wood bench seat along one side, but Carly had left the rest of the patio furniture—chairs and small tables—in the garage so far this season. Minus the clutter of it, she maneuvered herself and the crutches across the breezeway without impediment.

When she reached the back door, she peeked in the window that filled the top half of it and spotted Evie Lee alone in the kitchen, standing on a ladder-backed chair to get herself a glass of water.

Carly knocked on the door to draw the child’s attention and then opened it enough to poke her head in. “Is your dad around?”

“He’s in the shower so I didn’t ask him yet about going with you. But he’ll be out in a little bit.”

Carly didn’t want to think about Bax being in her shower. Naked in her shower…

“I need to get up to my room. All my things are still in it.”

Evie Lee jumped down from the chair as if it were a tall cliff. “Okay. Come on.”

Carly pushed the door open wide with the end of one crutch and got herself through it. But as she did, it occurred to her that if she didn’t let the new doctor know she was coming inside, she was liable to bump into him accidentally. As he left the bathroom after his shower. Maybe not dressed…

And while that possibility erupted some wild goose bumps on the surface of her skin, she knew she couldn’t let it happen.

“I think it might be a good idea for you to go up and warn him I’m here.”

“It’s all right. He’s always in the shower for a looong time. Come on,” Evie Lee encouraged with a flapping wave of her hand, shooting off ahead of Carly.

Carly didn’t seem to have a choice but to follow, wishing the whole way that she could just send Evie Lee to get what she needed.

But most everything was packed and Carly had closed the suitcases to make sure she could. Evie Lee was too small to deal with what it would involve to get into them.

The stairs to the upper level presented a problem and after several attempts with the crutches, Carly conceded that she needed help.

Since Evie Lee was already on the landing at the top, Carly said, “I’m going to need you to carry the crutches up for me. But why don’t you let your dad know I’m coming first.”

Evie Lee shrugged and did her little-girl-happy-dance until she was out of sight.

Carly heard her holler through the door to her father that Carly was there, but no answer came in response.

“He can’t hear me,” Evie Lee said a moment later, at the top of the steps again. “It’ll be all right. I told you, he’ll be in there for a really, really long time.”

The prospect of standing there waiting for that really, really long time was not appealing. Especially when the alternative was that Carly could get in and out of her room without seeing him at all.

“Okay. Come and get the crutches for me, then.”

The child obliged and while Evie Lee dragged them up in front of Carly, Carly used the banister to aid in hopping one step at a time on her good foot.

It was noisy and awkward and Carly kept up a silent chant of Please don’t let him come out of the bathroom, Please don’t let him come out of the bathroom, the whole way.

When both she and Evie Lee had finally made it to the top and Carly was on the crutches again, she realized that sometime during the trip the shower water had stopped running. Not a good sign.

Before she moved from that spot at the top of the stairs, she said, “It sounds like your dad is out of the shower. Knock on the bathroom door and yell in again to let him know I’m out here.”

“Okay,” the child agreed as if she just didn’t understand what the big deal was.

But Evie Lee barely made it to the door when it opened before she had the chance to do or say anything. And out stepped Bax.

It was obvious he was fresh from the shower. His short hair was still damp and all he had on was a pair of faded blue jeans that rode low on his hips. His feet were bare and so was his entire upper body—broad shoulders, big biceps, muscled pectorals, flat belly and all.

And an even worse case of goose bumps sprang to the surface of Carly’s skin than the mere thought of the same scenario had caused.

“Whoops,” Evie Lee said at the look of surprise on her father’s face. “I was just comin’ to tell you Carly was out here.”

“I’m sorry,” Carly was quick to say. Once she could drag her eyes off his chest. “I didn’t bring any of my stuff with me to the cottage, and I was trying to get to my room for it now. Evie Lee knocked before and called in to you, but you must not have been able to hear her.”

And didn’t Carly just want to crawl into a hole rather than face him looking the way she did!

Bax recovered himself and granted her a smile that made her suddenly feel wobbly on the crutches. “No problem. Do you want to use the bathroom up here?”

Hot, steamy air was wafting out into the hallway, smelling like a far more manly soap than she’d ever used. The idea of stepping into that was too arousing to entertain.

“No, I’d rather just take my things down to the cottage.”

“How did you plan to do that?” he asked reasonably.

Only then did it occur to her that he was right. How was she going to manage suitcases and crutches, too?

“I guess I hadn’t thought it through,” she admitted.

“I don’t mind if you want to use the bathroom up here, but if you’d rather not I can carry your things down to the cottage for you.”

She didn’t know how he could be so calm and collected when she felt like a blithering idiot.

But then, he wasn’t looking at the magnificent specimen she was looking at. He was looking at her, dressed in the same rumpled sundress she’d gone to her going-away party in, her face unwashed in more hours than she wanted to think about and her hair straggling around her ears, weeping for a comb.

“It would be great if you could bring my suitcases down to the cottage,” she said when she found her voice. “There’s a full bathroom down there. In fact, it’s better equipped for someone incapacitated because my dad sometimes had patients stay there. Well, not in the bathroom—I mean, he’d have patients stay in the cottage. But the bathroom has grab bars and a seat in the shower and—”

She stopped herself before she babbled anymore.

“Anyway,” she said, “I’d really appreciate it if you could bring my suitcases down. That would be great.”

“Why don’t you show me which room is yours and I’ll get them,” he said.

Carly pointed with a nod of her chin to the end of the hall. “It’s that one.”

“Can I go with Carly to visit her sister in the hospital?” Evie Lee said then.

Carly explained what the child was talking about as she followed Bax into her room.

“So I have two patients already,” he said as he put Carly’s carry-on bag under one arm, picked up the smaller of the other two to tote in one hand and then hoisted the largest in the opposite hand.

“I don’t think there were any complications or anything,” she answered, trying not to watch the flex and swell of his muscles in the process. “Tallie Shanahan—she’s our nurse and midwife—delivered the baby, and when I called from Cheyenne, she said everything was fine. So I don’t know if you’d call Hope and the baby your patients.”

“I should still look in on them. How about if we all go together? You can show us the way.”

“Sure. That would be fine,” Carly said, feeling anything but fine.

She hated that just being near this man could reduce her to some kind of bumbling schoolgirl.

She took a deep breath to try to get control over herself. “I’d like to shower first, though,” she added.

“Need help?”

“No!” she said in too much of a hurry before being sure if he was teasing her, flirting with her, or if he was offering medical aid.

But the glint in his green eyes and the hint-of-the-devil smile that brought out his dimples made her inclined to think he was teasing. And flirting.

“Like I said,” she continued, “the shower is equipped for people who aren’t at their best. Besides, they told me at the hospital that I could unwrap my ankle to bathe and then just wrap it again, so I shouldn’t be too handicapped.”

“Did they show you how to wrap it again afterward?”

“No, but I’m sure it won’t be too hard.”

“You might be surprised. If you wrap it too loose, it won’t do any good and too tight will do damage. Why don’t you leave it unwrapped and I’ll do that for you before we go over to the hospital? At least I can teach you how to do it right so you can take care of it yourself from here on out.”

There was no mistaking his more professional tone.

“Well, okay,” Carly agreed without enthusiasm. Somehow just the thought of his touching her—even only her ankle—made flutters of something she didn’t understand go off in the pit of her stomach.

“Let’s get you back downstairs then,” he suggested.

Carly did an ungraceful about-face on the crutches and headed for the stairs again.

At the top of them she hesitated, unsure how best to make the descent.

“You probably ought to go down on your rear end,” came the advice from behind her in a deep, baritone voice edged with amusement once more.

There was no way she was going to sit and slide down those stairs while he watched!

Carly ignored his recommendation, handed Evie Lee the crutches again and bounced on her good foot from step to step much the way she’d gone up.

Granted, it wasn’t an improvement in the grace or aplomb department, but at least it was quick and didn’t involve her rear end.

Once she was at the bottom she held her head high, accepted the crutches from her tiny assistant, and led the way through the house, back to the cottage with Bax and Evie Lee both following behind.

Only when she was in the middle of the cottage again did she turn to find that Bax McDermot was trying to hide a laugh. At her.

“Are you always this headstrong?” he asked.

“I got here, didn’t I?”

He just chuckled and raised her bags. “Where shall I put these?”

“Set the big one on the table, the carry-on on one of the chairs beside it and the smaller bag in the corner,” she instructed. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she added to soften the command.

The cottage had never felt as small to Carly as it did then. Bax was a big man and he seemed to fill the space with a heady masculinity that seeped through Carly’s pores and made her almost dizzy.

She couldn’t keep from watching as he did as she’d told him. Her gaze was glued to his bare back where it widened from his narrow waist to the expanse of his shoulders in smooth-skinned glory. No doctor should have a body like that, she decided. It put too many other men to shame.

And she had to fight the itch in her palms to reach out and run them over the hills and valleys of honed muscle.

Then he turned to face her once more and tearing her eyes off his chest again became a battle she almost lost until she reminded herself that the last thing in the world she wanted was to be attracted to a man right now. Any man.

But it still took a force of will to yank her gaze up to his face.

Too bad that didn’t allow her any relief. Because the chiseled planes of his ruggedly perfect features only made her feel dizzy all over again.

“Need me for anything else?” he asked.

Needs were just what were churning inside her, but none he could meet in front of his daughter.

Or anywhere else, for that matter, without disrupting Carly’s plans more than they’d already been disrupted.

And she wasn’t going to let that happen.

“No, thanks. But thanks for helping me get my stuff down here.”

“How long shall I give you before I come back to wrap your ankle?”

“Half an hour?”

“Perfect.”

Yes, he was. Damn him, anyway.

“Come on, Evie, let’s do something with your hair,” he said to his daughter then.

The little girl skipped out ahead of him, clearly oblivious to her father’s effect on Carly. As was Bax, Carly hoped.

But only after they’d both left and closed the door behind them did Carly breathe freely again.

The trouble was, this time she couldn’t blame her response to Bax McDermot on lack of sleep. She had to admit that it was purely a reaction to something about the man himself.

But she had too much at stake to let it get beyond goose bumps and weak knees and itchy palms and dizziness and flutters in her stomach. She likened her reaction to sneezing when she got anywhere near ragweed—inevitable, inescapable, and over as soon as she got away from the ragweed or took her antihistamine.

She just needed to get away from Bax McDermot.

Which was exactly what she would be doing in just a few days.

In the meantime, she’d simply have to grit it out and keep reminding herself that she didn’t want anything to foul up her plans any more than they already had been.

Because unfortunately she didn’t think her antihistamine would be of any help with this particular reaction.