The Surgeon's Cinderella. Susan Carlisle

he was in a spot.

      If she agreed to his demand she couldn’t imagine the weekend being anything but long and miserable. She didn’t belong in his social group. She was an outsider. Tanner wanted someone who could make a good impression. More than once she’d been judged by her looks. He needed someone who could influence. That wasn’t her. She was good with people one on one but not as a member of a house party. To run in Tanner’s world...

      “I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning. What’s your address?”

      “Tanner, I can’t do this.”

      “Oh, yes, you can,” he all but hollered down the phone.

      He wasn’t going to allow her a way out. Apprehension bubbled in Whitney as she gave him her address.

      “You’ll need a cocktail dress, swimsuit and casual clothes.” There was a click on the other end of the line. Tanner had hung up. Once again.

      Whitney lay there. What had just happened? She’d just gotten press-ganged into a weekend with Tanner as his “plus one.” What was he thinking? What was she doing?

      Those bubbles combined into a heavy mass of dread in her chest. She wasn’t part of Tanner’s world. What if she made a mistake and embarrassed him?

      If she had really changed from that insecure girl from years ago it was time to prove it.