Hero For the Asking (Reed Sisters: Holding out for a Hero 2) - Page 46

Donning her most professional smile, Spring strode briskly into Room Two, then stopped short, staring at the man in the examining chair. "Oh, my God."

"Awed reverence isn't necessary," her patient responded gravely, watching her with warm blue-green eyes. "You can just call me Clay."

Over a bright blue T-shirt he was wearing the wildest tropical print shirt she'd ever seen—huge parrots and oleanders in red, yellow, blue, hot pink and white—with red drawstring-waist slacks and red canvas deck shoes. He'd knotted a yellow kerchief around his right knee—for no particular reason that she could tell. He looked wonderful. Exactly as she remembered him—except, perhaps, for the small lines around his eyes. They seemed deeper, more prominent than they'd appeared before, making him look almost his age. "What are you doing here, Clay?"

"I need my eyes checked," he replied casually, leaning back in the chair and examining the equipment around him with interest. "Do you really know how to use all this stuff?"

"You came all the way from San Francisco to have your eyes examined?" Spring repeated sceptically, ignoring his question.

"Only the best for these baby blues," he replied, batting his eyelashes at her audaciously.

"Your eyes are not baby blue, they're somewhere between blue and green." Spring twisted her hands in front of her, he

r heart pounding beneath the wrinkled white lab coat. She was fighting two impulses, both equally inappropriate. The first was to run screaming from the room, protecting herself from any further pain at this man's hands. The second was to throw herself on his colorfully clad body and ravish him, keeping him chained to the chair until she grew tired of him. She figured that fifty or sixty years ought to do it.

"So you went to optometry college in Memphis?" Clay asked, reading the diploma on the wall.

"Yes. Clay—"

"See, I read that. No problem, right?"

Spring moistened her lips, still staring at him from the spot that she seemed to have been frozen to. She wouldn't ask him again why he was here, she decided. Her voice seemed to have left her, anyway.

Clay looked at her, smiled and held out his hand. "Come here."

It took her a second to propel herself across the room. And then she was in his lap and his arms were around her and he was kissing her. There were tears on her face, tears on his, and they were both apologizing between kisses.

"Spring, I'm so sorry."

"Oh, Clay, I never should have said—"

"God, I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too. And you do have dignity."

"And I'm sorry I called you a snob. You're—"

Spring leaned backward, frowning. "You didn't call me a snob."

"I didn't?"

"No."

"Oh." He kissed her again, then smiled. "Then I'm sorry I thought about calling you a snob."

She cupped his face in her hands and stared fiercely into his eyes. "Clay, why are you here?"

"To get my eyes checked, Spring. And to see you."

She laughed, happier than she'd been in four long months. "You really want me to examine your eyes?"

"You bet. You can handle it, can't you?"

"I can handle it." She leaned forward and planted her mouth firmly on his, her arms going around his neck.

"Dr. Reed, there's a tele— Oh, excuse me."

Flushing vividly, Spring looked around to find her assistant staring at her in wide-eyed astonishment. "Oh, Andi. What is it?"

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