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am I right in understanding that you have interrupted my morning surgery to ask me for a divorce ?’ He rose to his feet, his temper bubbling to the surface, a dangerous glint in his molten dark eyes. ‘It is bad enough that I am expected to diagnose a multitude of potentially serious illnesses in a five-minute consultation, but now my wife decides that that in that same ridiculous time frame we are going to end our relationship. This is your idea of a joke, no?’
    She’d for got ten how tall he was, how imposing. He topped six feet two and his shoulders were broad and powerful. Looking at him now, she had to force herself not to retreat to the safety of Reception. ‘It’s not a joke and if I’m interrupting your surgery, it’s your fault. You wouldn’t answer my letters. I had no other way of getting in touch with you. And this needn’t take long.’
    He gripped the edge of the desk and his knuckles whitened.‘Do you really think you can leave without explanation and then walk back in here and end our marriage with a five-minute conversation?’ His eyes blazed with anger and his voice rose. ‘Is that what you think?’
    Startled by his unexpected loss of control, Amy flinched. She hadn’t thought he’d cared so much. Or was he angry because she’d chosen to confront him in his place of work? ‘Don’t shout—there are patients in Reception. They’ll gossip.’
    â€˜Gossip? It’s a little late to be worrying about gossip.’ But he dropped back into his seat, threw her a dark, smouldering glance and then raked both hands through his glossy, dark hair. Several strands absolutely flopped back over his forehead and she felt her breath catch.
    The yearning to touch him was so powerful that she had to clasp her hands behind her back to prevent herself from reaching out and sliding her hands into his hair.
    As if sensing her inner struggle, his gaze caught hers and held for a moment, his eyes darkening in a way that was achingly familiar. The atmosphere in the room shifted dangerously and awareness throbbed between them, drawing them into a tense, silent communication that said far more than words ever could.
    Amy felt the instant response of her body. She felt her stomach quiver and her limbs warm.
    It was still there, that inexplicable attraction that had pulled them together with magnetic force from the moment they’d met.
    Which meant that she had to get this over with. Quickly. Trying to ignore the insidious curl of feminine awareness deep in her pelvis, Amy gritted her teeth and backed towards the door.
    This was why she’d gone so far away. She’d known that only by putting an ocean between them would she be able to resist the unbelievably powerful chemistry that knotted them together.
    She had to leave.
    Fast.
    â€˜Marco—it’s all history, now. Let’s not make this more painful than it has to be.’
    â€˜You’re the one who made the whole thing painful, Amy.’ His voice was suddenly dangerously quiet, but before he could say any more the door opened and Kate flew in.
    â€˜Marco, you have to see little Michelle right now! I’ve explained to your first patient that they’re going to have to wait. I’m sorry.’ She threw an apologetic look towards Amy. ‘Is there any chance that you can grab a cup of coffee upstairs in the staff room or something?’
    Amy watched as Marco straightened his shoulders and wrenched back control. But his mind obviously wasn’t on his work because for the briefest of moments his expression was blank. ‘Michelle?’ He said the name as if he’d never heard it before and Kate looked momentarily startled, as if detailed explanations were uncommon in their working relationship.
    â€˜Yes, Michelle! What’s the matter with you?’ Then she glanced at Amy and blushed slightly, as if she’d just realised what might be the