Free His American Fling by Kim Brogan Page A

back to him.
     
    “I’m going to listen to your chest and back.” He began to examine Mrs. Bitner and ask her questions about the onset of the condition.
    Maggie walked over and sat down in the wooden chair next to the bed, watching Campbell, admiring the professional way he treated Mrs. Bitner. It was rather sensual watching him do what he d id best. Campbell looked over at her, “No fever so I don’t think it’s an infectious disease. I think it is an allergy. Mrs. Bitner, here’s a prescription for an inhaler.  There’s an all-night pharmacy in the city center, but you’re going to have to ring ahead so that they’ll open the doors for you. I want you to come into Addenbrookes outpatient clinic in two days to let us know if this is working for you. I would also like for you to write down everything you have eaten in the last four days and everything you eat until you get to the clinic. You’re having an allergic reaction to something you’ve either eaten or have been exposed to. I’m prescribing you an inhaler, but we really need to determine what is causing this reaction. It is only going to get worse until we can eliminate the cause.”
    He gave them the information for the pharmacy and said good night to the couple. They offered to pay him, but he informed them that NHS actually paid doctors to make house calls. Maggie and Campbell walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom of the staircase.
    “I’m sorry I yelled at you. Thanks for coming...for helping her.” Maggie looked down and shifted her weight back and forth. She so wanted to end this conflict between them. There was something about him that both annoyed and attracted her.
     
    “Chesterton said, “A stiff apology is a second insult. The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.” So you’ll excuse me if I don’t accept your apology just so you can feel better about yourself.  I’ve tried apologizing, but you’ve been totally unreceptive and a real cow about it.”
    Maggie turned red with anger.  She clenched her jaw, and stomped towards her room. She opened the door, turned to Campbell, still clenching her jaw. “You know, you have your whole life to be a jerk, so why don’t you take a day off from time to time, you might enjoy being human.”
    She walked into the room, swinging the door to close it, but something hit the door and it flew open. Whipping around, she startled when she found him standing in the doorway, his bag in one hand and the other hand balled in a fist. Maggie approached him pointing at the door to the hall, her entire body shaking with anger. “Go suck on a stick you...you putrid, boring self-righteous quack with play-dough for brains!”
    Campbell cocked his head, “What? Play-dough? Are you trying to make a point or just a nutter?” His body was betraying him. He felt excited by her sauciness and the state of undress. He could see the shape of her nipples just under the tank top. Leaving was his best option, but despite warnings going off in his head, he pushed her up against the wall, dropped his bag and grabbed her hair behind her neck.
     

Chapter 4
    What Was That All About?
     
     
    I wasn’t sure if Campbell’s sudden move was a good thing or not. I must have looked vulnerable because he pounced like a cougar that had just caught a rabbit. I could smell his soap mixed with his body odor. It was manly, but not unpleasant, and it was making me flush with excitement. Eyes closed, he turned his head slightly, nose flush next to mine, covering my lips with his. His lips were slightly open, his mouth was warm and he tasted like toothpaste .  He must have brushed his teeth when he got dressed. That tongue of his was so quick and his kiss so lusciously forceful that I gave up all pretense of wanting him to leave and kissed back-- hard. It had been a long time since a man had made me go all squishy inside.
    I slipped my