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breaking eye contact, she gracefully sat back down in the chair she’d occupied earlier.
    The man had straight, white teeth, a slightly crooked nose, a cleft in his perfectly square jaw, which was covered in a five o’clock shadow that only added to his air of powerful masculinity. All of that combined with his intense blue eyes, which now appeared to be filled with warmth and deep satisfaction, made a lethal combination.
    ‘I’m very pleased to say that you’ve passed with flying colours, Dr Austen. Not only have you proved that you’re willing to stand up for your staff and your unit, you’ve proved to be the perfect person to assist me in the care of Sheena’s twin girls.’
    ‘How magnanimous of you, Dr Trevellion.’ She worked hard to keep her tone droll, as though she didn’t care one iota about his opinion when in reality she did. Here was a man she’d looked up to in a professional capacity, reading his articles, interested in his research, delighted by his turn of phrase, and when she’d met him, she’d been disappointed to find him like so many other surgeons—overbearing and dictatorial. And then he’d walked into Sheena’s room, smiling brightly, his eyes twinkling, his clothes fitting him to perfection.
    Physically, he was gorgeous—and he no doubt knew it—but he was also showing her that he wasn’t as unreasonable as she’d first concluded. Perhaps there
was
more depth, more substance to Miles Trevellion. Perhaps the man who had written those powerful articles, not only detailing the intricacies of neonate surgery but also somehow allowing his compassion for his little patients to bleed into the structure of his clinical articles, was making an appearance.
    Sheena laughed at them both, her head turning from one to the other as though she were at a tennis match. ‘Are you both seriously going to call each other Dr Austen and Dr Trevellion for the next six months? Seems a little old-fashioned and ludicrous to me,’ she finished.
    ‘Sheena’s right.’ Miles came around the bed and held out his hand to Janessa. ‘I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Miles.’
    She stood, relieved when her legs appeared able to support her once more. Polite and professional. That was all she had to be towards him—polite and professional. ‘Janessa,’ she replied, and yet the instant his warm hand enveloped hers, she felt her logical thought processes fly out the window, and at the same time her knees started to buckle once more.
    She stumbled a little and Miles instantly moved closer, placing his other hand at her waist to steady her. His nearness only seemed to make things worse, as she breathed in his subtle spicy scent and became all too aware of just how close they were.
    Gasping, she looked up into his eyes and was surprised to find him staring back at her, his blue eyes wide and slightly shocked. His eyes were perfect, so blue and so … perfect. Just like a sky on a cloudless day where she could take to the air and escape her life for a brief spell.
    Her heart started to beat a little faster in her chest and her tongue came out to wet her lips. His gaze dipped for a second to witness the action, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down his perfect throat. The world around them seemed to pause, just long enough that they could take a quick breath, drawing each other in before slowly exhaling.
    ‘Janessa.’ Her name sounded incredible spoken in his rich, deep tones and a wave of tingles spread throughout her body. This was wrong. It was ridiculous that she should feel an instant attraction towards this man when she wasn’t even sure she liked him.
    Naturally, she appreciated him as a colleague, easily accepting his genius in their chosen speciality and, of course, she’d fallen victim to a bit of hero-worship of such intelligence, devouring the articles he’d written the instant her editions of the
Journal of Neonatology
had arrived. That, however, didn’t mean she needed