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the aisle with him. I think we all get to a time in our lives when we want to settle down into marital bliss. Don’t you agree, Ben?”
    All this time, Drew and Eirik had watched the train wreck in front of them hurtling towards its doom. The final straw came when Greta placed her hand on Ben’s thigh and slid it ever higher. He spilt his drink all over her. Not intentionally, but it had the desired effect of dampening her ardour.
    Gasping, she pulled her skimpy top away from her breasts, cursing loudly.
    “I am so terribly sorry,” Ben said. “Here, let me help.”
    Greta, slightly mollified at the thought of the good doctor’s hands helping her to dry her ample breasts, got up and followed him. Only he led her outside and helped her into a waiting taxi, which he paid for, including a big tip. Before she knew what was happening, Greta was speeding her way home with a wet shirt, but it had not dampened her need to make the doctor accept the inevitable. He was the man she had chosen to marry. She just had to get him to realise it.
     

Chapter Eight – Beth
    “Nicely done, Dr. Ben.
    “I thought so, Nurse Beth.” He grinned at her. “Did you think I was going to stand you up?”
    “No,” she lied. “I only came to offer my assistance.”
    “To whom?”
    Beth smiled knowingly. “She has the hots for you.”
    “The hots. Yes, I think I would agree. This morning she had me look at her knee because it hurt. There was nothing there.” He frowned. “Usually they give up trying, but Greta is very persistent.”
    “Is that what will happen to me? I’ll give up trying?” She clamped her mouth shut, not sure where that had come from.
    “I hope not, Beth. I truly hope not. I want us to be more than friends. But I think I am jumping the gun.”
    “Shall we go back inside? I need to get my purse, but I’m ready to leave when you are. Daphne is going home with a friend.”
    “Is she? She’s a lovely lady. I hope it’s someone respectable.”
    “You sound like her father.”
    He laughed. “She’s a good friend of mine. One of only a handful of single ladies who haven’t tried to get me into their bed at one time or another.”
    “I’m on that list, you know. I am not allowing you to walk me home so I can drag you into bed.” Although the thought made her body ignite the familiar flames of desire that seemed to burn for Ben.
    “And you should know I am not offering to walk you home in the expectation of you trying to drag me into bed.” He raised his eyebrow, his blue eyes bright and true.
    “I’m glad we have that straightened out.” Beth relaxed. What could have been an awkward conversation was easy. He made everything easy. She could see how so many women fell for his charm. The question that burned in her head the fiercest right now was why he would be interested in her, when he could have his pick of women.
    It wasn’t just Greta; all evening she had watched women stare at him, sidle up to the bar and brush past him, and make comments whilst flirting outrageously. All while he was trying to have a conversation with his friends. In some ways, she began to feel sorry for him. It must be tough being so attractive to women, if you weren’t actually interested in what they had to offer.
    Beth pulled up short. That thought was reverberating around her head. Potentially she was about to make a fool of herself. Explaining why she wasn’t interested in a relationship with him, when he certainly wasn’t interested in one with her, because he was gay!
    Of course. That explained everything. No wonder he brushed all these women off and ignored their advances—it was because he had no interest in what they had to offer. Her sympathy doubled. At least now she had realised his predicament, it made life easier. He really must have been asking her to dinner this evening to get to know her, rather than for any romantic reason. Her fling with Francis had made her too suspicious.
    She would need to apologise before