Healing The Md's Heart. Nicole Foster
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But his next impression was that it was more about her vulnerability or one she thought they shared.
They once more fell into an uneasy silence, avoiding looking at each other, until thankfully, the kids turned around then, Tommy helping Noah swing his mount around, starting back toward them.
Pulling their horses up nose to nose with Lia and Duran’s, Noah was all smiles. “The pond’s up there. Can I go with everybody else?”
Cort and Josh caught up to them then and Cort grabbed Noah’s reins. “We’ll go with them. You and Lia can take your time.”
“You won’t have any trouble findin’ us,” Josh said with a nod toward the kids. “Just follow the noise.”
“Watch me, Dad, I can ride,” Noah said gleefully. With that he gave Peggy a nudge in the flanks and the old horse picked up the pace ever so slightly, following obediently in the path of the other horses.
Duran laughed at his son’s enthusiasm as the group moved off, the awkwardness with Lia forgotten in his happiness at seeing Noah enjoy himself. “This was a great idea. He’s having a blast. Thanks for riding out here with us.”
“My pleasure,” Lia said, her tone shifting from intimate friend to kindly, as if she’d put back on the mantle of professionalism.
Duran followed Lia on a path that led them out from under the beating sun on open grazing land, into a wooded hideaway. He dodged low-lying branches and scrub bushes until the dense green foliage opened up around a lush, blue pond, little shards of sunlight sparkling atop it, dancing the lazy summer afternoon away.
The rest of the group had already tethered their horses where they could sip cool water and nibble on thick grass. Noah now sat with Sammy on the edge of an old wood dock, pants rolled up, bare feet splashing in the inviting water. Anna and Tommy had already abandoned them and, after shedding their jeans, had jumped in the pond to swim.
“Can I go swimming, Dad?” Noah called out as Duran lowered himself to the ground. “Can I? I know how.”
“If it’s okay with you, I promised Sammy,” Josh said.
“Don’t worry,” Cort added. “Josh and I grew up swimming here and I bring my kids all the time.”
Lia, dismounting next to him, nodded to Duran’s brothers. “You’ve got some pretty good lifeguards here.”
“Go ahead,” Duran told Noah. “Just stay close. I’ll be right here.”
With a whoop, Noah followed Sammy’s example and stripped down to his boxers. Both boys jumped off the end of the dock in a cannonball that left Lia and Duran partly drenched in cold pond water.
The two boys’ heads sprang up in moments. What they saw sent them bursting into uncontrolled laughter. With a quick high five, they paddled off toward a big tree with a rope swing that flew over the pond.
Lia and Duran exchanged looks, then burst out laughing, too. “They got us,” Duran said. “Sorry.”
“No apologies necessary,” Lia said as she swiped a strand of soaked hair from her eyes. “It actually felt great. I was sweltering.”
A glance passed between Cort and Josh and by some silent agreement they moved off a few feet, eventually giving in to the calls and challenges from the kids and joining them in the water.
Still smiling, Lia turned and moved to a shady patch near a stand of trees.
Duran followed behind, unable not to notice the way her damp T-shirt clung to every curve, the way the skin was exposed as her shirt lifted when she reached up to refasten her ponytail.
She smoothed her hands over her face and neck, wiping away the last droplets of water and he wanted his hands there. The urge to touch her was so strong he had to stop himself an arm’s length from her to keep from acting on his desires.
Looking up, she caught him staring. A warm pink flushed her cheeks, but she held his gaze steadily.
“Duran…” she said softly, and his name from her lips came with a sigh of longing.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words spilled out before his thoughts formed them.
Her lips parted, her tongue slid over them and Duran inwardly groaned. After a long moment, she whispered shakily, “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything. You are beautiful, inside and out.”
Glancing away, she shook her head. “Thank you.”
Behind them, the shouts and laughter of the group in the pond seemed distant. Duran gestured to the tree and without a word, she joined him to sit with their backs against it. This close, her shoulder brushing his, he could smell her light perfume, his urge to touch her becoming an ache.
Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea, at least for him. Lia appeared oblivious to the effect she was having on him, smiling as she watched the play in the pond. Duran wished his body would get the message this interlude was about relaxation, not other, more tempting pursuits.
“This is great, isn’t it? I mean, whoever takes time out to relax like this? It’s just good for the soul, you know?”
Duran’s mind was far from the soul, his or hers. “Huh?” he heard himself ask, sounding like an idiot.
Shading her eyes, she turned her face to him. “I said it’s good to take time away from work, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely.”
“But it’s hard to do that when there are so many pressures every day.”
“Pressures. Yeah, constantly.” The pressure he was feeling at the moment had nothing to do with work. Forcing himself not to stare openly at her, he focused on the boys. Maybe if he didn’t look at her he could regain some inward composure because right now, red flags aside, all he wanted to do was lean in and kiss her breathless.
“Duran?”
“What?” He turned back to her. She seemed to have moved even closer, as though she’d read his thoughts and was as eager as he to accommodate them. He could kiss her now and he doubted she’d object, but wondered if they’d both regret it letting it happen.
Probably, an inner voice cautioned him. But at the moment that voice could easily be silenced if she moved a fraction closer, if her lips so much as brushed his.
He shifted, sliding his hand up her arm and she caught her breath. One slight motion and there wouldn’t be any room for regrets, only feeling. He slanted his head to hers—
And in the same instant, Lia glanced toward Noah.
He knew a warning when he saw one. It shattered the sensual spell, frustrating him, but at the same time he appreciated her thinking of Noah, and the possibility his son might see them and interpret their physical closeness as much more.
She turned her face toward the endless panorama of jagged cliffs and rugged purple peaks far beyond, avoiding his eyes. There was nothing he could say that felt right and so he sat with her in the shadows of the trees, in silence, wondering how quickly things had become so complicated.
Chapter Seven
“Dr. Kerrigan’s gonna be there, isn’t she?”
Duran glanced up from the last e-mail he wanted to finish before he and Noah left for the afternoon. Sawyer, Tommy and Cruz’s wife, Aria, all had July birthdays and in celebration, the family had decided to throw a large barbeque at the ranch, inviting—it seemed to Duran—most of Luna Hermosa. Everyone, Noah included, automatically assumed Duran and his son would be there, and Duran had made the same assumption about Lia, although no one had specifically mentioned her name.
“I don’t know for sure,” he told Noah, who was standing by his chair with Percy under his arm, shifting from foot to foot, impatiently