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want to tackle putting together a meal with only one hand.
    She could, however, dial the phone, and she was thinking about doing just that when the doorbell rang.
    She’d never been the type to ignore a ringing phone and the echo of a bell had the same effect. She pulled open the door and, for the second time that day, found herself facing her past.
    “Making house calls, Dr. Turcotte?” she asked him. Hertone was deliberately casual, refusing to acknowledge the jump in her pulse.
    For as far back as she could remember, her body had always instinctively reacted to Cameron’s presence. Since she could do nothing about that response, she simply tried to ignore it.
    But she couldn’t deny that he looked good. His hair was as dark as she remembered, and still long enough to flirt with the collar of his shirt. His eyes were the same rich green that brought to mind the Irish countryside of her ancestors, and his gaze was just as intense. The shadow on his jaw attested to a long day at the office and gave him a slightly dangerous edge. Dangerously sexy, she mused, and immediately pushed the thought aside.
    He had on the same shirt and khaki pants he’d been wearing earlier, but he’d loosened the knot in his tie and rolled up his sleeves, revealing darkly tanned and strongly muscled forearms. He used to be an avid tennis player and she found herself wondering if he still enjoyed pounding a fuzzy yellow ball around the court. It would certainly explain his trim and toned physique.
    “Actually, I’m not here in my professional capacity,” he told her, his comment drawing her back from her perusal.
    “Then why are you here?” She knew the question sounded rude, but she didn’t care. She was tired, her hand ached and she didn’t have the energy or the desire to put a smile on her face, though she was suddenly experiencing an unwelcome stirring of certain other desires.
    Cam lifted a flat white box that she hadn’t even noticed he was carrying because she’d been too busy looking at him.
    “Pizza delivery,” he said.
    “I didn’t order pizza.”
    “And yet I’ve got a large double pepperoni and extra cheese in my hands.”
    It was her favorite kind. Of course, it had always been his favorite, too. Had he remembered her preference? Or had he just ordered it the way he liked it?
    Not that it mattered. Even if he had remembered, their history was exactly that, and she wasn’t going to let his sudden appearance at her door drag her down memory lane.
    So all she asked was, “Why?”
    He shrugged. “Because I worked through lunch and I was hungry, and because I figured it would be difficult for you to put together dinner for yourself with those stitches in your hand.”
    It sounded not only reasonable but thoughtful, and she was undeniably tempted to invite him in. There was something about Cam Turcotte that had always tempted her, but she wasn’t a teenager anymore and she had no intention of letting down any of her barriers where he was concerned.
    “I’m not hungry,” she lied.
    “You should eat anyway.”
    Still, she hesitated. “Contrary to whatever Irene might have told you, I don’t need anyone looking out for me, Dr. Turcotte.”
    “It’s just a pizza, Ash.”
    He was using his doctor tone again, patient and reasonable, and she knew that she was being anything but reasonable.
    As he said, it was just a pizza. And she was hungry.
    She stepped back from the door.
    “Fine. Bring in the pizza.”
     
    Her welcome left something to be desired.
    As Cam stepped into the foyer, he wondered again why he was there when it was readily apparent that Ashley wished he wasn’t. He’d known he was taking a chance when he looked up her address in the file, but he’d never been able to think clearly when it came to Ashley Roarke.
    “Nice neighborhood,” he said, conversationally.
    “We like it.”
    “We?” he queried, following her through to the kitchen.
    “Megan and I bought the house a couple of years ago