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like it had earlier when he’d tossed off that unconscious slap
in the face. Her hand ran down her left thigh, over the patella. Then her
fingertips traced the line where she and the lower limb prosthesis became one.
                 Washed-up cripple …
                 Long
ago she had finished crying and asking herself, What did I do to deserve this? With the support of family, friends
and professionals she’d moved from beneath those dark clouds of self-pity.
Helping to rehabilitate others had brought new and worthwhile meaning to her
life. But sitting here, remembering the gleam in Alex Wolfe’s eyes when he’d
looked at her that certain way, she couldn’t mistake the pang in her chest or
the choking thickness in her throat.
                 Her
hand skimmed the shin she couldn’t feel.
                 Would
Alex Wolfe see her as less of a woman if he knew?
     

  CHAPTER THREE

 
                 LEANING
his good shoulder against a patio column, Alex kept his eye on Libby Henderson’s
silver sedan as it looped the circular drive and headed out. An intrigued smile
lifted one corner of his mouth.
                 Ms
Henderson was an attractive prospect, particularly with those large
amber-coloured eyes that seemed to both cloak her emotions as well as swirl
with boundless possibilities. Her hair, which flowed past her shoulders in soft
waves, was a captivating silvery blond, a consequence, no doubt, of a lifetime
spent in Australia’s surf-and-sun conditions. Of medium height, her lithe
figure had curves in all the right places. If she’d tried to hide that fact
beneath her designer business suit, she’d failed and she knew it.
                 Perhaps
best of all, he thought as he watched her car disappear beyond the auto iron
entry gates, Libby Henderson had spunk.
                 She’d
as good as accepted his offer—to work here on him, with him. However, she’d let him know that he didn’t intimidate
her, even if they were aware of each other in a primal man-wants-woman way.
When her palm had cupped his fist, she’d felt the zap as much as he had. But
her comeback regarding the insignificance of what clothes he did or did not
wear during their sessions had been priceless. Few people could pull him up
like that. Coming from Ms Henderson, he couldn’t say he minded.
                 Clearly,
she was the right person for the job. With his past, he didn’t wait around for
miracles, nevertheless he had faith that Libby Henderson’s clients believed she
could work them. Regardless, he would have little trouble persuading her and,
as a consequence, others that he was indeed fit to drive again when he deemed
it should be so. And if she needed a hand in helping her decision along, he
wasn’t opposed to the idea. In fact, now that he’d met her, he was more than
intrigued by the prospect.
                 Recalling
the natural wiggle in her walk, he pushed off the column.
                 Until
that time, he needed to focus elsewhere. Needed to keep busy. Tomorrow midday,
a videoconference with the Australian CEO of his bestselling signature-brand
aftershave was scheduled. Before then, he’d go through projection figures for
an additional anticipated range. Along with earnings from his extensive
investment portfolio, he certainly didn’t need the money, but a man would be a
fool not to strike when his iron was hot. Current and potential sponsors
agreed: Alex Wolfe was steaming . He
intended to keep it that way.
                 About
to head in, he pulled up. Eli Steele’s sleek black sports car was slinking up
the drive. Grinning, Alex crossed back to the patio’s edge. Not only was his
assistant smart in a business sense, he had a good head for cars. Eli wouldn’t
be working for him if he didn’t.
                 ‘I
take it that was your physiotherapist driving off,’ Eli said, easing out