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person. Everyone says so.”
    â€œIs that right? When does a laid-back person such as yourself take a break?”
    Georgeanne checked her watch. “In exactly one hour.”
    â€œYou’ll stop now. You’ve been going like a steam engine for over two hours. The doctor has spoken.”
    Georgeanne’s brush never paused. “Doctor, it’s time you learned something.”
    Zane advanced to the center of the room once more. “Call me Zane. What is it I’m to learn?”
    â€œWhen I’m outside the office, I have no respect for medical degrees.” She leaned over her bucket and smiled at him. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m running the show around here. In short, I’m the boss.”
    He stared up at her. “Are you trying to tell me something that might be disastrous to my medical ego?”
    â€œThat’s right.” She dipped her brush once more. “Until this clinic is open, everyone in here, doctors included, does what I say, and I say I am not taking a break for another hour.”
    Zane retreated when she reapplied the brush to the ceiling. “What you need is a lesson in how to treat a doctor with delicate sensibilities.”
    That surprised a laugh out of her. “That will probably require more work than you care to undertake, Doctor.”
    Zane’s voice held enough silky threat to speed Georgeanne’s heart up once more.
    â€œDon’t bet on it,” he said. “It’s going to give me great pleasure to be your instructor, Georgie Hartfield.”

Chapter 3
    â€œWait till you hear this,” Denise said.
    â€œI do not want to hear it, Denise.” Georgeanne set another envelope into her printer and tapped out an address on the keyboard. “I have my regular work to do plus addressing these announcements for Dr. Baghri’s press conference.”
    Denise ignored this. She strolled into Georgeanne’s small office with her fingers marking a place in Fritzi Field’s book. “This sounds just like something you’d say, Georgie.”
    Georgeanne’s blood ran cold. The telephone erupted and she pounced on it with relief, then buzzed Dr. Gant’s office.
    It was Friday, and Georgeanne had finally finished the major scrub-work on the new clinic building late the night before. Thinking about tonight made her heart beat faster, and she couldn’t kid herself that her excitement stemmed from the fact that the clinic was almost ready for next weekend’s opening ceremony. She knew she hoped to see Zane Bryant, who had promised to come to Fannett that weekend and help with the painting.
    Denise waited, fingertip on the relevant passage. “All right, Georgie. The sooner you listen, the sooner I’ll cease and desist.” She grinned. “I know you’d rather sit there and daydream about that handsome hunk Dr. Bryant, but look at it this way. Fritzi Field might have some advice you can use.”
    â€œDenise … ” Georgeanne gave up. Her co-workers claimed Dr. Zane Bryant looked at her the way he’d look at a choice
hors d’oeuvre
. Georgeanne considered that unlikely, but wonderfully exciting to think about all the same. “All right. Go ahead.”
    Denise cleared her throat and held the book out like an actor declaiming a monologue.
    â€œâ€˜Once a woman has chosen acting as a profession within her marriage, she can never turn back. If you are wise, you will edit your brain cells so that when you are angry, the truth will not spill out. In short, if you decide you’re justified in faking it, don’t think you can yell the truth at him every time you get mad and your marriage will survive.
    â€œâ€˜Nothing infuriates a man more, or destroys his trust more surely than discovering his wife has lied to him about a matter so intimately connected with his ego.
    â€œâ€˜Ladies, let me assure you of one thing. If you get nothing else out of