Free The Celebrity Doctor's Proposal by Sarah Morgan Page B

within five minutes. But why the hurry?
    â€˜You’re right,’ she said quietly. ‘Something is very wrong and I feel very guilty that it took you to point it out.’
    Sam strolled across the reception area and stood next to her. ‘Just one of the advantages of having an injection of fresh blood in the practice.’
    â€˜Don’t.’ She glanced up at him, her expression troubled. For once she wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. ‘It worries me that I didn’t notice.’
    â€˜Why should you have noticed? You’re not superwoman.’ He lifted a hand and brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face. The gesture was so unexpected that she jumped as though she’d received an electric shock.
    â€˜Just because we’ve managed to be civil to each other for the past half an hour, don’t think you can take liberties, McKenna.’ Thoroughly unsettled by the sudden wild increase in her pulse rate, she glared at him and he glared back.
    â€˜Just clearing your vision, Riggs. You need a haircut or you’re going to trip on the stairs.’
    She resisted the temptation to lift a hand to her hair. She always wore her hair long and he knew it.
    â€˜You know, it would make for riveting television if you let us film the two of you working together for the whole series.’ The voice of Polly came from behind them and they both turned. ‘There’s a tremendous chemistry between you. The room just pulses with energy whenever you’re together. And the best thing is that you two don’t even seem aware of it.’
    Chemistry?
    Anna gaped at her. ‘The sort of chemistry that causes an explosion,’ she muttered darkly, and Sam grinned.
    â€˜I don’t think our Anna sees herself as a film star, Polly.’
    The producer looked thoughtful. ‘Well, a lot ofpeople are resistant to the thought of being filmed but once they get used to it they usually find they forget about the cameras and just get on with the job. That’s one of the reasons that these fly-on-the-wall documentaries are so successful. The viewers feel as though they’re genuinely part of what’s going on.’ The producer tipped her head on one side and narrowed her eyes. ‘Even without looking at what we just filmed, I can tell that you’re going to look fabulous on camera. Gorgeous.’
    Anna glared at both of them. ‘I do not want to be filmed.’
    â€˜Fine by me.’ Sam suppressed a yawn. ‘Personally I think it would be pretty hard to find your good side anyway.’
    The smooth working relationship was gone. Back was the constant needling.
    â€˜You are unbelievably shallow.’
    Polly glanced between them and grinned. ‘If you’re both willing to suspend hostilities, the sandwiches are looking particularly tempting.’
    â€˜Yeah, we’re ready.’ Sam strolled across the reception area and made for the stairs that led to the staffroom.
    Aware that the producer was still staring at them in fascination, Anna followed more self-consciously.
    Chemistry.
    It was utterly ridiculous to suggest that she and Sam shared any sort of chemistry. And as for looking good on the camera—the whole idea was totally ridiculous.
    â€˜It would be great if we could incorporate more of your accident and emergency skills, Sam,’ Polly was saying as Anna grabbed a cup of coffee and took her seat at the table. ‘I know we need the routine stuff, too, but a bit of that does get the adrenaline pumping.’
    â€˜What accident and emergency skills?’ Anna helped herself to a sandwich. ‘Since when did you have accident and emergency skills?’ Then she remembered the calm, competent way he’d reacted to the crisis downstairs and something clicked in her brain. ‘What jobs have you been doing in London, McKenna?’
    Polly smiled. ‘When he’s not doing his usual surgery and working for us,