Название | The Best Blind Date In Texas |
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Автор произведения | Victoria Chancellor |
Жанр | Контркультура |
Серия | Mills & Boon American Romance |
Издательство | Контркультура |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781474021791 |
With a light touch to Amy’s arm, he stopped her in the wide, carpeted hallway leading to the ballroom. “Are you ready?”
“Unless I can pull a good reason out of a hat in the next five seconds.”
“Sorry, but I’m not wearing a hat.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to go in.”
He took a step forward, but her touch on his forearm stopped him. “Gray, I want to thank you again for being my escort this evening. I could have come alone, but my father—”
“Wanted you to have a good time.” Gray smiled, genuinely this time. “I understand.”
He slipped her coat off her shoulders and handed it to the coat-check attendant outside the ballroom door. “You can introduce me to all your colleagues. I promise not to bore them with technical jargon and high-tech market analysis. I’ll try to be on my most charming behavior.”
“Oh,” she said, looking him over in a very feminine manner that made his insides tighten and his chest expand, “I never doubted you for a moment.”
Chapter Two
Despite the tension she’d experienced upon entering the room full of medical professionals from central Texas, Amy had a good time during the dinner dance. The entertainment, a reunited band from the early seventies, had been upbeat and humorous. And the man who’d been beside her all evening had been a major factor in making her relax and enjoy the fund-raiser.
The only truly tense moment she’d experienced was when she and Gray literally bumped into Maryanne and her husband during a rousing Texas two-step. Amy hadn’t seen her former classmate for two years. Their last encounter had been at Maryanne’s society wedding to a middle-aged surgeon, Dr. Paul Bridges. Amy hadn’t wanted to attend, but in the end, the invitation was just too intriguing to pass up.
Sure enough, Maryanne had outdone herself. The event had been spectacular. The bride was stunning in a dress whose cost probably equaled Amy’s entire student loan for medical school. And Maryanne hadn’t gloated too much about achieving everything she’d ever desired. Just a few subtle hints about Amy’s single status and group practice.
She sighed. At least tonight they hadn’t had time to “chat.”
“What’s wrong?” Gray asked as they waited for his car to be brought around.
“Just thinking about old times,” she answered with a smile. “You know how it is when you haven’t seen someone in a while.”
“And she still looks stunning,” he added.
Amy blinked. “Did you think so?”
Gray chuckled. “Yes, but in a rather contrived manner. I doubt that particular shade of blond occurs in nature.” His gaze became more direct, his mood more serious. “She’s not as naturally beautiful as you.”
She felt her cheeks heat and her heart flutter. “Thank you for the kind words, but being outrageous isn’t part of your date duties for the evening.”
“I thought I was being rather sedate in my compliments,” he said as he tipped the parking attendant. “I may be a smooth-talking devil, as you said earlier, but I’m also a man who knows a lovely woman when he sees one.”
She eased inside the car, pulling her coat tight against the chill. “I’m flattered.”
He took her hand and placed a kiss right above her knuckles. His silvery, hooded eyes sparkled in the reflected light of the hotel portico. “I’m glad.”
Amy hadn’t felt this giddy from a man’s attentions in a long, long time. Too long. She simply hadn’t had the time or the inclination to start a meaningful relationship in what seemed like ages.
No wonder she found Gray’s flattery and old-fashioned gallantry so appealing. That, combined with his reputation as the perfect date, was enough to get any woman’s attention.
Gray pulled the Lexus into the crawl of downtown Austin traffic. “The night’s still fairly young. Would you enjoy going to one of my favorite spots for an after-dinner drink and a little light jazz?”
Amy thought about it for a moment. She hadn’t planned on anything other than the fund-raiser, but Gray was right; the clock on the dash read only ten-thirty. It wasn’t like her father was waiting in the doorway, tapping his foot. As a matter of fact, he’d probably be tickled pink if she stayed out half the night!
Besides, Gray had been a gracious and charming date; the least she could do was accompany him to a favorite haunt. She didn’t know how often he traveled the distance from Ranger Springs to Austin for an evening out.
“Sure. That sounds lovely.”
Gray nodded, then guided the car through frequent stops and unending road construction. Amy lost track of where they were heading, letting her head fall back and relax against the cool leather. She could get used to this type of luxury…but not on a small-town doctor’s salary. In another two years, if she was careful, she might upgrade to a small SUV, but not anything this fancy. Mainly, she needed reliable transportation. Her father still believed in making house calls when absolutely necessary.
Strange how different the practice of medicine was here than in Fort Worth. Oh, the ailments would be the same, Amy knew. But the attitude, the atmosphere, couldn’t be more opposite. She welcomed the sense of community and the support of her father to help her make the transition. She only hoped she was up to the task. She was a good doctor; she knew her abilities and training wouldn’t let her down. But would she be accepted on her own, or forever compared to her father?
“You look pensive,” Gray observed, breaking into her thoughts.
“I was just thinking about my practice. I’ll start seeing patients on Monday. We arranged the schedule at the clinic so I’ve had a few days to unpack and get settled in. I’m looking forward to helping out my father, but I also know I’ll be compared to him.”
“That’s inevitable, I suppose, but I’m sure most people will welcome you as both a doctor and a returning member of the community.”
“I hope so. I’ve been away a long time.”
“Are you afraid they’ll still think of you as a child?”
Amy nodded. “That’s part of it. The other issues are what any doctor faces—style, reputation and personality.”
“I can’t imagine you’ll have any problem there,” Gray said, giving her an appreciative, thorough perusal as he stopped at a red light.
Amy warmed at both his compliment and the attention. “Thank you. Of course, you don’t know a thing about my medical skills.”
“I have faith that you’re a good doctor. From what I’ve heard about your father, he wouldn’t have just anyone as a partner.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I usually am,” he said with a smile as he pulled the car back into traffic.
“All that and modest too,” Amy said, then chuckled.
Gray reached over and squeezed her hand. “You’ll be fine.”
“I hope so. I really want to make a future here, and I’d like the community to accept me before my hair turns as gray as my father’s.”
Gray chuckled. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, at least not for a few dozen years.”
“I’m pushing thirty,” Amy announced. Besides the big birthday coming up, she’d recently begun to hear