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the lady an hour ago, and already he imagined what she looked like in the nude.
    He thanked the heavens that Georgeanne Hartfield showed no signs of either doctor reverence or celebrity worship, nor did she quiz him about his famous brother. The only thing on her mind appeared to be explaining Dr. Baghri’s Saturday clinic so that he would understand the brilliance of the idea.
    Zane wondered how long it would take him to become the primary item on Georgeanne Hartfield’s mind.
    â€œSorry about the grand entrance.” He ignored the spreading green rice fields and stands of spring-green Chinese tallow trees that surrounded them in favor of gazing at Georgeanne’s magnificent fall of brown hair and her porcelain complexion. “I’ve never learned to pick up my feet.”
    â€œIt wasn’t your fault.” Georgeanne turned down the vehicle down a narrow dirt road that ran between two newly cultivated rice fields. “I simply didn’t look at the floor the way I should have when I straightened the office earlier.”
    â€œIt wasn’t exactly the sort of entrance guaranteed to impress a woman,” he said.
    â€œOh, I don’t think you need to worry about first impressions.” She gave him a merry smile. “I was the only woman present in the office when you came in.”
    She had no idea, Zane realized with some astonishment, no idea at all that she was the only woman whose first impression counted with him. He found it both refreshing and annoying.
    â€œYou’re saying then, that your image of me as a debonair, well-coordinated individual wasn’t totally destroyed by that pratfall?” he asked.
    Georgeanne’s warm, dark chocolate eyes twinkled. “Doctor, I am forever grateful to you for claiming it was your own clumsiness rather than my carelessness that caused the unfortunate incident.”
    â€œI’m happy to have been of service,” he said. “I suppose what you’re not saying is that you were picking up the office because your cleaning woman is off with a sick headache or something.”
    Georgeanne laughed, a throaty laugh of real amusement. “You’re very nearly right, but please don’t say anything to the doctors. Our cleaning woman can’t afford to lose this job. Her mother is quite ill and needs constant care.”
    The spring sunlight gleamed off Georgeanne’s hair. Zane thought he had never seen hair so thick, or of such a rich and deep brown. He wanted to thrust his fingers into that hair and glove both his hands in it.
    â€œI was sure it must be something like that.” She had a beautiful profile as well as the kind heart he’d suspected.
    She turned the steering wheel, and his gaze fastened upon the motions of her graceful hands. He could watch those hands all day, he decided. He’d like most of all to watch them spread heat and comfort across his prone body after a hard day of examining small patients.
    â€œI’ve temporarily hidden all the blue toys that blend into the carpet.” Georgeanne gave her delicious chuckle and turned the SUV into a rutted, overgrown, shell-covered parking lot before a single-story brick building with boarded-up windows. “This is our new building. Dr. Baghri received the deed from Mrs. Scott day before yesterday. Isn’t it wonderful?”
    Zane looked, well aware that he was probably one of the few people who truly thought it wonderful. Only die-hards like himself and Georgeanne Hartfield could see anything wonderful about the neglected brick building surrounded by a grove of fast-growing tallow trees, out in the middle of nowhere.
    â€œI’ve been impressed with the progress you’ve reported in establishing the Saturday Children’s Clinic,” Zane said. “Are you sure people will come all the way out here?”
    â€œThey came from all over the area when old Dr. Scott was alive,” she said. “If they came for Dr.