The Surgeon's Marriage Demand

‘Seth, I said, have you—?’

‘I…I’ve come up with eight suggestions,’ he interrupted, pulling himself together quickly.

‘Only eight?’

Oh, damn, now she was smiling at him. Smiling that smile he hadn’t seen since the day he’d first met her, and for a moment he wondered if it would be such a mistake to ask her out. She was single, he was single. OK, she had a George, but…

She’s home-made bread, and you’re Japanese sushi. She’s self-catering holidays with the kids in Cornwall, and you’re sky-diving in Brazil. She may have great legs and a sensational smile, but those are lousy reasons for getting involved with a settling-down sort of woman. Especially when that settling-down sort of woman is also your boss.

‘I was only joking, Seth.’

Concern had replaced the amusement on her face, and he forced a smile. ‘I was just wondering what else I could add,’ he lied, and saw her smile return.

‘Don’t push your luck.’ She scanned the sheet of paper and let out a low whistle. ‘Seth, these are all very expensive pieces of equipment.’