Zoe's Diary: I finally got up the nerve to start a conversation with the gorgeous Angus Raynor—talented surgeon, the hot topic at the hospital and infamous heartbreaker. I'm not worried about his reputation; after years of being treated like a china doll by my overprotective brothers, I'm about to strike out on my own on a round-the-world trip, so I don't want anything serious. But does Angus?
Sun, surf and sand-dusted women in droves. Angus Raynor decided the bay at Coogee was a wicked temptress with striped beach umbrellas enticing him like the tips of her painted nails. Come closer. See what I'm hiding: women who haunt your dreams and make you wish you were capable of reasonable relationships. Not to mention the beach volleyball. The move to Coogee Beach was definitely one of his better choices.
A pocket-sized dynamo in a polka-dotted bikini dived like a ballet dancer to flick the volleyball into a far corner of the court before she landed in a gloriously disarrayed heap in front of him. He grinned. Temptations like this had to be appreciated!
When Angus leaned down to assist, he recognized her from the hospital. Her spiky black hair and sexy gurgle of a laugh had already drawn his attention. Last week. Attraction like an ocean rip that could pull you along no matter how strong a swimmer you were. It was her.
She took his hand briefly and bounced into a standing position. Her fingers felt incredibly small in his. "Thanks. Oops. Nearly took you out."
He wished. "Worse things could happen than going down in a tangle of limbs." He kept a straight face. She had to have a soft and luscious voice to go with it. Damn.
She let go of his hand to brush off the sand then smiled, a joyous salute brighter than the sun over his head. It was about then he realized her mouth had the capacity to haunt his dreams.
"Midwives rule." Her partner approached and Angus dragged his eyes from her face to lift his hand in greeting to the other woman, thankful for the distraction. Time for a cold dip. Urgently.
"Great save," he said, then turned toward the surf. Not the best parting comment, Angus thought. His lips twitched. He hadn't been thinking about the ball, more the sheer luck that kept delightful body parts from escaping the fall.
As he strode away, he heard someone say, "Great dive, Zoe. You guys deserved that one." The girls' voices faded. So her name was Zoe.
He glanced over his shoulder as teams separated like fireworks taking off in every direction. Guess the game's over.
He dropped his shirt on the sand and dived into a wave.
When he emerged from the water twenty minutes later the day continued to improve. Zoe was coming his way.
"Hello there." When she spoke, his feet slowed as if long sand-crusted fingers had hold of him along with a pair of Coogee-blue eyes. Goodness knows what expression was on his face. She was so damn hot.
A swim this morning had been a good plan to get away from the hospital, get away from the feeling that he could have done more, get away from the sympathetic looks of the staff who, even in the short time he'd been there, knew how personally he took failure.
Angus picked up his shirt and shook it. Zoe's unfairly cute face reminded him how good it was to be alive instead of disillusioned by the night. If only it were that easy all the time.