Page 65 of Playboy Surgeon, Top-Notch Dad

He’d been right about one thing. He didn’t deserve Blair.

But he wanted her.

With all his heart.

Prior to meeting Blair, Oz would have winked at the busty redhead bidding on him. He would have grinned at the leggy blonde raising the stakes. These days he only had eyes for one woman.

Because he was nothing like his father.

A curvy little brunette had captured his heart.

And she’d left.

Out of love for Dr T, he kept a smile pasted on his face, but his heart wasn’t in the auction.

His heart was wherever Blair was.

Damn it. As soon as the auction was over, he was going to find her, make her listen, make her understand.

Then he was going to do what he should have done to begin with after they’d made love, what he should have said last night when he’d made such a mess of telling her how he felt.

He was going to ask Blair to marry him.

He’d win her heart.

Win her love.

Win her trust.

In the process he’d win his own happiness.

Because when he’d been with Blair he’d been happier than he recalled ever being.

His mother had warned him about being led astray by women. Oz had taken her advice to heart. He’d planned to learn from dear old Dad’s mistakes.

But Blair wasn’t a mistake.

Losing her, however, would be the biggest one of his life.

God, would this auction hurry and end? He had to go find Blair and beg her to forgive him. To marry him.

He’d never be like his father. He’d earn Blair’s trust and cherish her love. He’d spend all his days glorying in the fact that she’d chosen him to love, chosen him to spend her life with.

He wouldn’t consider the alternative.

Hands shaking, Blair motioned to the MC.

“Looks like we have a new bidder, ladies and gents.”

Oz glanced in the direction the MC had looked, but Blair knew he couldn’t see her. Still his gaze landed on where she stood and she couldn’t help but wonder if he sensed her.

“We have a counter bid.” The MC played to the crowd.

Blair nodded to the bid taker, who’d moved near where she stood.

The MC shouted in delight at Blair’s bid, calling out for someone to go higher. Someone did.