Amish Country Box Set: Restless Hearts\The Doctor's Blessing\Courting Ruth (36 page)

“You didn’t. It just can’t happen again.”

By the sudden deep silence, Amber knew he understood. Finally, he said, “It won’t.”

“We have to work together. You’re my boss. Besides that, you’re leaving in a few weeks. If we jump headlong into a relationship, we’ll end up hurting each other.”

“I thought I was practical. You’ve got me beat hands down. But answer me this, what if we allowed this relationship to take its natural course and see where it leads?”

He had no idea how much she longed to have that happen. One kiss from him was not enough. It would never be enough. That didn’t change anything. “Okay, you tell me how this might play out differently.”

“We could enjoy each other’s company when we aren’t working. You know, spend time together. We could get to know each other. Who knows, we might find this is the real deal for both of us.”

“And then what? You’d settle down in Hope Springs for the rest of your life? You’d be happy being a family doctor to the Amish and skip the part where you practice cutting-edge medicine with the latest technology?”

She hated driving home the point, but it was a pipe dream to think what they had between them could ever be more than a breathless kiss in the moonlight.

“You’re right,” he admitted.

“Of course, I’m right.”

He gave in so easily. That hurt a little. He could have offered a few more arguments.

Okay, maybe it was better that he hadn’t. This way she could make believe it was nothing more than a simple flirtation.

By now they had reached the edge of town. It didn’t take much longer to reach her house. When he pulled up to the curb in front of her home, she turned in her seat to see his face better. Trying to convince herself it hadn’t been an important moment didn’t cut it. She had to admit the truth. “I’ll never forget tonight, Phillip.”

Reaching out, he tenderly stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Neither will I, Amber. Neither will I.”

* * *

Phillip didn’t want her to go. The delight he’d felt when he held her in his arms was stronger than anything he’d experienced before. She fit so perfectly.

Perhaps those feelings had been caused by the heightened emotions they both shared following Mary’s delivery. Perhaps it was because Amber was a remarkable, beautiful woman.

Whatever the reasons, he knew once she stepped out of the car they had to go back to their roles of doctor and nurse. Working side by side, never touching the way he touched her now.

She said, “I should go.”

He withdrew his hand. Other than locking the doors and driving away with her, he couldn’t think of any way to stop her from leaving.

Silently admitting defeat, he tried for a normal, friendly tone. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow at the clinic.”

“You mean today at the clinic.”

She was right. Dawn was still a few hours away, but he wasn’t in any rush to get home. Sleep would be very hard to
come by. He would relive that tender kiss many times before he slumbered. Probably for many nights to come.

“Don’t forget, Gina Curtis will be in first thing,” she reminded him.

Shaking his head, he said, “I’ve never seen a person so happy to find out there was actually something wrong with her.”

“Poor Gina. I feel terrible for dismissing her complaints so callously.”

“What happened in the past can’t be changed. What we do from now on is what’s important. Get some sleep, Nurse Bradley. I’ll need you at your best today.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your place?” she asked.

“No, a walk will do me good. It’s only a few blocks. Besides, it not like Hope Springs has much of a criminal element.”

He got out and came around to her side of the car. Opening the door, he handed her the keys as she got out. “I’ll expect you at eight sharp.”

“Yes, Doctor,” she replied smartly and walked up the steps to her house.

She never looked back. He knew because he waited at the curb until she entered her front door, until the downstairs lights finally went out and until her upstairs bedroom window went dark. Only then did he walk away.

At the corner, he stopped and looked back. How was he going to stay away?

Chapter Sixteen

A
fter a sleepless, very short night, Amber arrived at the clinic determined to revert to her normal working relationship with Phillip. The last thing she needed was for things to be strained between them.

By the middle of the morning she knew it wasn’t working.

There were all those little things that sparked memories of the kiss. Like when he handed her a cup of coffee when she arrived and their hands touched for a brief moment. The current of attraction that ran between them zinged like lightning. It grew more powerful with each passing moment.

Not long afterwards, she came face-to-face with him in the break room door. She froze, unable to move as she stared into his expressive eyes. He was thinking about the kiss, too.

He found the presence of mind to step back and allow her to leave. If he hadn’t, she’d still be standing there longing to find out if a second kiss would be as wonderful as the first.

Several times throughout the morning she looked up to find him staring at her. Once, he had the sweetest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The next time, he wore a faraway sad look, as if he’d lost something important. Was she important
to him? She was afraid to ask. Afraid that he would say yes. Afraid he would say no.

A little before noon, Amber’s phone rang. Phillip, having finished with their last patient of the morning, stopped outside her door to wait as she answered it.

It was the husband of Sophie Knepp. Excitement sent Amber’s pulse skipping. She loved delivering babies and was grateful God had chosen her for this special work.

After assuring Elijah Knepp that she would be there within the hour, she closed her phone, looked at Phillip and grinned. “Ready to help me bring another child into the world?”

He glanced at the schedule board. “We’ve got three more patients to see this afternoon.”

Sitting back in her chair, she shrugged. “Clue number one as to why Harold lets me do my own deliveries. Not enough hours in the day. I can do this on my own,” she offered.

“That’s not the agreement we signed.”

She smiled sweetly. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

He struggled not to smile but lost the battle. “I’ll get Wilma to reschedule. Give me five minutes. Will this one last all night, too?”

“That’s not likely. It’s baby number five for Sophie Knepp. She’s not due for three more weeks, but her other babies have come this early. They did fine.”

“Knepp? I remember reading her chart. She’s not a candidate for home delivery. She’s high-risk.” All levity vanished from his face.

Amber bristled. “In my professional assessment, she is not a high-risk mother.”

“Then professionally we disagree.”

“Yes, I believe we do.” To think she’d been feeling sorry for him less than an hour ago.

“Call the Knepps back. Tell them to make arrangements
for Mrs. Knepp to go to the hospital in Millersburg. I’ll meet them there.”

“Yes, Doctor,” she snapped. Annoyed, Amber flipped open her phone and poked in the numbers.

After eight rings, she hung up. “There’s no answer. It’s likely that Elijah called from one of the rural phone booths shared by several of Amish families in his area.”

“I thought they didn’t use phones.”

“Not in their homes. Some who need phones for their businesses share a freestanding booth located centrally to their farms.”

“So how do we contact him and tell him about the change of plans?”

“Wilma will know if they have a neighbor with a phone who can deliver that message. If not, one of us will have to go out there.” Amber picked up her desk phone and asked Wilma to see what she could find out.

Hanging up, Amber glared at Phillip. “She’s looking into it.”

“Good. Keep me informed.”

Something in his tone pushed her over the edge. “Yes, Dr. White, of course, Dr. White. I shall keep you informed of the situation without delay, Dr. White. How could you think otherwise?”

Turning back to her computer, she said, “Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.”

She pulled out her keyboard and began typing up her notes from her last delivery. He didn’t move. He simply stood in the doorway staring at her. Try as she might, she couldn’t ignore him.

With an exasperated huff, she looked up. “Yes, Dr. White, is there something else? Some other mistake I’ve made that needs to be pointed out?”

“Amber, please.”

“Please what? Please don’t be annoyed that you can’t trust my judgment? You know what? You’re right. That little episode of
bad judgment
on my part last night proves your point.”

Taking a step toward her, he said, “We need to talk about that.”

Nope. That was the last thing she wanted. What if she blurted out how much she enjoyed it?

“I have nothing to say to you. Now, this is still my office. I have work to do. Close the door on your way out.” Pushing the print button on the machine at the side of her desk, she focused on the noisy clatter as her notes were transferred to paper.

He didn’t reply. When she looked up from her task, her door was closed. Phillip was standing inside with his arms folded across his chest. The look on his face said he wasn’t going anywhere.

* * *

Phillip had no idea how to handle Amber when she was in a mood like this one, but he couldn’t leave until they had reached some kind of understanding. She had become too important to him, and he had hurt her.

Trusting God to bring him the right words, he crossed the room and pulled a chair over beside her. He sat down and took her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She tried to pull away. He held on.

The catch in her voice made him want to kick himself for upsetting her. “I’m sorry for a lot of things. For kissing you last night, not in the least.”

“If you’re expecting a repeat, you’re not getting one.”

He chuckled. “How can you be so cute even when you’re mad at me?” She opened her mouth but shut it quickly. He turned her hand over and began stroking her palm with his thumb. “
Now
you’re speechless?”

“I can’t very well say I’m not cute because I am. That doesn’t make me less irritated with you.”

Her tone, if not her words, showed she was somewhat mollified. It was hard to believe she hadn’t pulled her hand away and slapped him. That gave him hope.

“Let’s get things out in the open. Maybe then we won’t have to tiptoe around each other for the next few weeks.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“I think it is. From my point of view, we were both elated by the beauty of Anna’s birth. The moonlight and the scent of roses were utterly romantic. You are a beautiful woman. One thing led to another and we kissed. It wasn’t wrong. It was an expression of joy. I’d repeat the event in a heartbeat.”

The tension left her shoulders and the wary expression disappeared from her eyes. A shy smile tugged at the corner of her oh-so-kissable lips. “That wasn’t exactly an apology.”

“No, and I won’t offer one. I don’t regret that I kissed you. I do regret it’s making it difficult for us to work together. Believe it or not, I do understand boundaries.”

“You’re giving our interlude too much credit. We had trouble working together before then.”

Letting go of her hand, he sat back with a grin. “Okay, you’re right about that, but we are making progress.”

“I know I’m right. I’m right about a lot of things. Including Sophie Knepp.”

Leaning forward, he rested his forearms on his knees and clasped his hand together. “Let’s say you are right and her delivery goes off without a hitch. Is it really going to make a difference to this Amish community to have one mother deliver at a hospital just to be on the safe side? Come on, are these people so fragile or so autocratic that they can’t accept this?”

He watched the internal struggle going on behind her expressive eyes. Finally, she shook her head.

He sat back. “I’ve reviewed your charts. I have agreed with all your assessments except this one. Doesn’t that prove I think you know your stuff?”

“Maybe.”

“Not maybe. Yes or no?”

“Okay, yes, you believe I know my stuff.”

“And you will agree that I know my stuff?”

“Maybe.”

Shaking his head in exasperation, he said, “Yes or no, Amber?”

“Yes, you’re a skilled doctor who has the best interests of his patients in mind.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Reaching out, he took her hand again. “Does this mean we can kiss and make up?”

She yanked her hand away. “In your dreams, buster.”

How right she was. She’d been invading his dreams for some time now. He didn’t see it stopping anytime soon.

There was a knock at the door. Wilma looked in. “I got hold of the Knepps’ neighbor who went right over to give them your message. He just called me back on his cell phone. He was still at their house. Sophie says it was false labor. Elijah jumped the gun by calling. She says she’s sorry to have alarmed you.”

“Thank you, Wilma.”

Rising, Phillip looked at them both. “We’ve got forty minutes before our next patient. How about lunch at the Shoofly? It’s on me.”

“I’ve already had my sandwich,” Wilma replied. She left the room, but she made a point of leaving the door open.

Phillip turned to Amber. “What about you? Have you forgiven me enough to join me for lunch?”

“Only if we go Dutch.”

It was always small victories with her. Independent,
stubborn and passionate about her work, he wouldn’t have her any other way. “Dutch it is.”

Leaving Wilma to hold down the fort, Phillip walked beside Amber as they traversed the few blocks to the café.

He fought the urge to hold her hand the entire way. He kept his hands inside his lab coat pockets instead.

The day was sunny and warm, but the breeze made it bearable. At the café, the interior was cool and filled with appetizing aromas that made his mouth water. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was.