Finding Dr. Right (Contemporary Medical Romance) by Lisa B. Kamps Page A

isn’t a reporter. Go see what she wants.”
    “Just like you always see what AJ wants when she shows up?”
    Alec threw him a look that would have sent a weaker person to his knees, then walked away, leaving Nathan alone at the side of the ice. He watched the goalie’s retreating back, then turned in Catherine’s direction, away from the die-hard fans who showed up for practices. Muttering under his breath because he would probably regret it, he skated to the other side of the rink. He stopped and leaned on his stick, staring up at her in silence.
    She looked different today, dressed in jeans and a baggy sweater that hid all of her figure. Her blond hair fell across her shoulders in thick waves, and a shyness hovered over her. As Nathan watched, she reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear then straightened in her seat. With that one move, the shyness evaporated, replaced by an all-business attitude. Nathan sighed and called himself an idiot. It didn’t matter that she seemed to have a softer side; all she let him see was the barrier that closed her off from the human race.
    He continued to stare at her in silence, refusing to initiate any conversation. There was a brief moment of satisfaction when she squirmed under his gaze, but even that was short-lived when she remained silent. Nathan shook his head and turned to leave, not willing to guess at what she wanted.
    “Wait!”
    He almost didn’t but the hint of desperation in her voice stopped him. With a sigh he turned and leaned on the wall, fixing her with a blank stare. Part of him was gratified to see she had at least stood, but he refused to speak until she came closer. He wouldn’t give in on that.
    Catherine looked at him then away, her eyes darting around the rink as if searching for help. Nathan watched her struggle before she finally walked down the steps and met him at the wall, stopping a safe distance away.
    “I…I saw that Brian cleared you.”
    Nathan raised his eyebrows and continued to stare, saying nothing, knowing she hadn’t come down here to say that. She squirmed and looked away, then straightened into a stiff pose before facing him again.
    “I can tell you’re favoring your knee. You should put ice on it and keep it up.”
    “Why thank you, Dr. Wilson. I was just about to do that.” She flinched at the coolness of his tone but he didn’t care. He was hot, he was tired and his knee throbbed so much that all he wanted to do was go soak it and wrap it in ice, just like she suggested. “Any other advice you care to give me? Free of charge, I assume, since this is your visit.”
    “I…no.”
    “Fine.” Nathan turned and started to skate away, wondering what it was about this particular woman that got under his skin. Yes, she was attractive. Yes, there was something about her that drew him. He didn’t know what, but he had the distinct feeling that it would be lethal if he ever discovered it.
    “Well, goodbye to you, too, Mr. Conners.”
    Nathan froze, stunned at the sarcasm in her voice. The tension that had been building in him collected into a single dangerous outburst. The blood drained from her face when he turned and climbed over the wall, his gait awkward as his skate blades clanked against the rubber floor.
    “That’s it. That is it!” He closed the distance between them as she backed against the wall of the penalty box. He tossed his stick and gloves down then tore the helmet from his head, throwing that down, as well. “What is with you, lady? What have I done to you to make you drive me nuts like this?”
    “I…I…” Catherine’s voice trailed off as he leaned closer, placing a hand against the glass on either side of her, trapping her between the wall and his body. He saw the slight trembling of her body and the heated flush tingeing her cheeks, watched her tongue dart out and lick her lips. The tightening in his body was instant and powerful. His voice dropped dangerously low as he focused his gaze on