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already on her feet and speaking. Spotting Pip, who had saved her a seat near the back, Ginger inched her way across.
    'Sorry,' she whispered to her friend.
    Pip looked at her oddly, but the director was continuing her speech. 'And we'll be benefiting from his skills on a part-time basis for the next few months. In the meantime, as well as holding his own private clients, he'll be taking on specialist cases where required, and will be available for any department requiring any advice or input.'
    Ginger frowned, having missed the first part of the introduction. 'What's going on?' she whispered to Pip, trying to catch up.
    'You've not noticed?' the older woman commented with a curious smile.
    'What?'
    Ginger glanced to the front where the director was standing behind a table, flanked by three other people. Her eyes widened in horror. It couldn't be Cameron sitting there. Her brain had to be playing tricks on her. Then, across the distance that separated them, her gaze clashed with a compelling grey one and she could feel the blood draining from her face.
    'Oh, my God. No!'
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    Ginger could see, hear, think of nothing else. Her only awareness was being in the same room as Cameron again, remembering his touch, his taste, the raging inferno of passion they had shared in London. This couldn't be happening. The breath was sucked from her lungs under his intense scrutiny, her blood thundering through her veins. Dimly she became aware that Pip was nudging her, and that the others in the room had turned to stare at her.
    'Ginger!' The clinical director sounded impatient, and had clearly called her before. 'Are you with us today?'
    'I'm sorry,' she murmured, her face flaming.
    'I was suggesting you arrange a meeting with Dr Kincaid. You could find he has some useful insights for your unit.'
    'We'll see.' It wasn't very polite but better than the 'not bloody likely' that had first burst for freedom and been barely restrained.
    No way was Cameron muscling his way in on her patch. It was bad enough that he was fighting her for the funding she so desperately needed. She met and matched his enigmatic, unsmiling stare. Just because his touch electrified her and he happened to be sensational in bed and the sexiest man in the galaxy, it didn't mean she was going to allow him to win that money and end her dreams. Her patients, staff and other backers depended on her. She couldn't fail them.
    As the meeting came to an end, Ginger made sure she was the first one out of the room, and she all but ran towards the stairs, desperate for the sanctuary of her office.
    'Ginger, hold on, lovey.' Pip panted after her.
    'I'm late for appointments.'
    'That was the Dr Kincaid, I presume?'
    Sighing, Ginger nodded. 'Yes, I'm afraid it was...is.' Her insides knotted with tension and pain. If only she had never had to see him again she might, just might, have been able to cope. Cameron turning up here was a disaster.
    'You said he was an older guy with grey hair!' Pip accused as they walked down the stairs.
    'He looked older,' she fibbed, 'and his hair is greying at the temples.' Half a dozen strands of it. 'We didn't exactly exchange personal details.'
    Just rather too many other personal and intimate things. Not that she was ever going to tell Pip, or anyone else, about that!
    'He is impossibly good-looking.' Pip's appreciative sigh grated on her nerves.
    'You're disgustingly happily married with five strapping sons!'
    'Which doesn't mean I'm blind.' Pip chuckled and nudged her with her elbow. 'I know you've not dated for a while, not since you broke up with Marc. You work too hard, Ginger. Don't tell me you've lost the ability to appreciate a good-looking man.'
    'Look, can we just drop the subject, please?'
    Hazel eyes regarded her shrewdly. 'What's wrong?'
    'Nothing. Everything. Oh, hell!' she exploded, as she went into the office, startling Sarah who looked up in surprise. She fabricated a smile for the young woman. 'I'm sorry. Messages?'
    'A