Mr Right?. Stella Bagwell

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      “A sprained ankle, a cut knee and a jammed finger. I think the finger case is just a ruse to see you. She’s young and blond and drenched with designer perfume.”

      “What a suspicious mind you have, Ruthie,” he scolded playfully.

      Her laugh was mocking. “I see the sort of games that go on in this infirmary. Frankly, it amazes me how brazen women can be nowadays when it comes to you men.”

      The memory of Mia Smith’s aloof, even shy behavior toward him yesterday had been something entirely different from the sort of women Ruthann was describing. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t get the heiress out of his mind.

      “Okay, Ruthie, I’ll forget my breakfast and go see if Ms. Blonde really has a finger problem.”

      The petite woman with short red hair and a face full of freckles snorted with playful sarcasm. “That’s no way for a doctor to eat.”

      Grinning, he retorted, “Then why did you put it here for me?”

      “Because I knew you’d sleep instead of get out of bed and make yourself breakfast.”

      Marshall shook a finger at her. “I’ll have you know I was up early this morning. I just didn’t make breakfast because I was chasing Leroy halfway down the mountain. He dug a hole last night beneath the backyard fence. Guess he was mad at me for not taking him hiking yesterday.”

      Marshall’s Australian blue heeler was often so adept at understanding his master that it was downright eerie. No matter how he tried, Marshall couldn’t fool the dog.

      “You went hiking? I thought you were going to help your dad paint that workshed of his.”

      Shaking his head, Marshall wiped bread crumbs from his fingers and picked up the three files Ruthann had placed in front of them. Since they all belonged to current guests of the lodge, each of the manila folders held only a single sheet inside them. Being a doctor at a place where people resided for only a few days or weeks didn’t allow the opportunity to make longtime patients. Temperature and blood-pressure readings didn’t tell him much about a person. But that was okay with Marshall. He’d never set out to be one of those kind family doctors who knew all the townsfolk by name, made sure they kept all their routine checkups and often served as their counselor and therapist. That sort of doctoring took commitment and he was too busy enjoying himself in other ways to chain himself to an office.

      “He and Mom had to do something with some friends—something about an anniversary celebration. We’ve planned the painting day for another time.”

      He rose to his feet, a signal to Ruthann that it was time for them to get to work. As they walked to the door, he said casually, “I met the heiress yesterday.”

      Pausing, Ruthann twisted her head around to give him a bemused look. “The heiress,” she repeated blankly. “What are you talking about?”

      He rolled his eyes. Normally Ruthann was the one who kept him up on resort guests. He couldn’t believe she was unaware of Mia Smith.

      “The heiress. You know, that black-haired beauty that everyone has been talking about. The one that’s always alone.”

      Ruthann’s brows suddenly lifted with dawning. “Oh, that one. I didn’t realize she was an heiress. Where’d you get that information?”

      “Well, I don’t know for a fact that she’s an heiress. Grant was the one who insinuated that she must be from a rich family. She’s been here more than two weeks now. Only a person with money to spare could afford that much time at a luxury resort. He said she rented a safety deposit box for her jewels, too.”

      “Grant! Isn’t he supposed to be engaged to Stephanie? What’s he doing gossiping about a female guest?”

      Marshall sighed. Yep, Ruthann was just like a mother, he decided, maybe worse. “Don’t go jumping to the wrong conclusions. I was the one asking Grant about Mia Smith.”

      Ruthann shot him a frown of disgust. “I should have guessed.” She clucked her tongue in a disapproving way. “A grown man, a doctor at that, prying for information about a woman you don’t know from Adam. Shame on you, Marshall Cates. Now what was she like?”

      Marshall laughed at the nurse’s abrupt turnaround on the sins of gossiping. “Cool. Very cool,” he told her. “But as pretty as the rising sun. I got the sense, though, that she’s like that beautiful actress, uh—” he paused as his mind searched for the name “—Greta Garbo. She wants to be alone.”

      Nodding shrewdly the nurse said, “In other words she didn’t fall for any of your nonsense.”

      Reaching for the doorknob, Marshall yanked it open and taking Ruthann by the shoulder ushered her over the threshold.

      “Don’t count me out yet, Ruthie. Besides, for all you know the woman has been pacing her room, wondering how she can get a second chance with me.”

      Ruthann chuckled. “I’m sure she’s tearing her hair out for an opportunity to get her hands on you.”

      That was the last thing Mia Smith was probably doing, Marshall thought wryly. But then he wasn’t going to let her snub get to him. He’d never had to beg or cajole any woman into having a date with him and he’d be a fool to start now.

      With a good-natured chuckle, he nudged Ruthann on toward the first examining room. “Let her pine. Why would I need a beautiful heiress when I have you?”

      Behind the lodge, several hundred feet farther up the mountain, Mia paced through the suite of rooms she’d been living in since she’d arrived at Thunder Canyon Resort. A day ago she had considered the luxurious log cabin as a refuge. But now, after the encounter on the mountain with Dr. Marshall Cates, her peace of mind had been shattered.

      She’d gone there hoping the quietness and the beauty would allow her to meditate, maybe even help her decide what to do next with her life. But then he showed up and her senses had been blown away by his charming smile and strong, masculine presence.

      Now she was afraid to step out of her cabin and especially leery of walking down to the lodge, where the infirmary was located. The lodge meant maybe running into Dr. Cates and Mia didn’t want to risk seeing him again. He was trouble. She’d felt it when she’d first looked into his eyes and felt her heart race like a wild mustang galloping across a grassy plain.

      So what are you going to do, Mia? Stay in your cabin for the next month?

      Groaning with self-disgust, Mia sank onto a wide window seat that looked down upon the lodge and the cluster of numerous other resort buildings, imagining what it would look like in the dead of winter. Everything would be capped with white snow and skiers would be riding the lifts and playing on the slopes.

      Suddenly, her cell phone rang, the shrill sound jangling her nerves. She stared warily at the small instrument lying on an end table.

      There were only a handful of people that had her number and she’d left all of them behind in Colorado. She’d told what few friends she had that she was taking an extended vacation and didn’t know when she might return. As for her mother, Mia hadn’t told Janelle Josephson anything. She’d simply left the woman a note telling her that she was going away for a while and to please give her the space she needed.

      That had been nearly three weeks ago, and Janelle had rang Mia’s cell phone every day since. And every day Mia had refused to take her call.

      Mercifully, the ringing finally stopped and Mia left the window seat to look at the caller ID. Just as she expected. Janelle wouldn’t give up. She wanted to be a part of her daughter’s life. And as much as Mia hated to reject her, right now she couldn’t even think of Janelle as her mother. As far as she was concerned her mother was dead and nothing, not even a pile of money, would ever bring her back.

      There are people, like me, who make it just fine in life without a pile of riches.

      Dr.