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Nodding, he followed Blair to the waiting room.
“Your brother is a proud man,” Devon commented as she began her pelvic examination.
“And intelligent,” Inez declared with pride. “Antonio graduated from law school in May and just passed his bar exam. He’s come home to practice law at a huge firm and has promised to provide for me and my children while I look for work.”
“That’s wonderful.” She paused. “You’re coming along beautifully. It won’t be too long now.”
As Antonio rose to his full height to meet his sister, Blair couldn’t tear her eyes away from his tall, athletic body. His jet-black hair, cut in short layers, gleamed beneath the florescent lights of the clinic. Dark eyes were set in a face reminiscent of Spanish aristocracy. Antonio lifted his chin and announced, “My sister will not be back to see you, Dr. Brooks.”
“You can’t make this decision for me, Tony! My baby is due in two weeks, and I don’t trust anybody but Dr. Brooks.”
“I can afford to find you arealdoctor.”
“Devon is a real doctor. She chose to devote herself to our community. Listen to me, Tony. She saved Téa’s life when she was ill. She is my friend. Blair, too.”
“We will discuss this in private,” Antonio replied, his voice like stone. He inclined his head at Devon as they took their leave, but he bowed before Blair. “Good day, Princess.”
Blair’s eyes widened in astonishment. She turned to meet Devon’s amused smile and grinned. “My God! I have finally met a real man. He’s utterly fantastic. Did you hear what he called me?”
“I did. Inez said he’s a lawyer.”
“Incredibly sexy, and intelligent, too? How could I get so lucky?”
“May I remind you he insulted you?”
“I know. I have never heard such wonderful insults in my entire life.”
Devon laughed. “Let’s get back to work,Princess.”
Two days later,Blair was filing medical charts when Antonio Gennaro said from behind her, “Still getting your hands dirty, Princess?”
“Still living, Mr. Gennaro?” Her eyes flickered over him. “You know those jeans don’t change who you really are.”
Antonio scowled as his dark eyes perused her. “And who might that be?”
“A lawyer. I hate lawyers.”
“And I hate spoiled, rich debutantes.”
“Well, then, we have nothing more to discuss, Mr. Gennaro. Would you like to make an appointment to see Dr. Brooks?”
“What I would like, Princess, is to continue our disagreement over dinner. I’ll pick you up here at six o’clock,” Antonio informed her. His expression dared her to refuse.
Blair slowly expelled her breath. “How could I refuse such a polite invitation?”
Antonio’s lips parted in what might have been a smile. “See you tonight.”
With clammy hands Blair reached for the phone on her desk and called the ranch. “Mrs. Peters! Please look in my closet for a dress I must have for a date tonight. It can’t be too casual or too sophisticated. Choose something ordinary but attractive. Have Lincoln bring it to the clinic before five o’clock. Thanks! You’re a doll.”
A few minutes later Blair joined Devon as she placed a sweet eight-month-old baby in his mother’s arms and offered last-minute instructions concerning the infant’s medication before she bid them goodbye.
Devon turned to hand Blair the chart and asked, “What’s wrong? You look panic-stricken.”
“I have a date at six o’clock.” She fanned herself with the baby’s chart.
“With Rodney Merrill?”
“No. Withhim. Tall, Dark, and Obnoxious.”
