The Doctor's Rescue. Kate Hardy
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“I really, really can’t stay here in hospital much longer. It’s driving me bananas,” Will said between gritted teeth. “I know you said you were planning on being our locum for a while…. Have you got digs lined up?”
Uh-oh. She had a nasty feeling she knew what was coming. “I’m staying at The Limes.”
“I’ve got a better solution,” Will said. “My spare room. If you stay at the cottage there’ll be a doctor on the premises if I get into trouble, so they’ll let me out.”
Yeah, right.
He grimaced. “Mallory, this wasn’t—isn’t—an attempt to seduce you. Sharing my cottage until I’m fit again doesn’t mean I’m expecting you to share my bed or anything like that.”
Her skin heated again. She hadn’t been thinking along those lines at all. Although now he’d mentioned it…No. He might be drop-dead gorgeous, beneath the bruising and the plaster, but she wasn’t going to have an affair with Will Cooper. She was going to be sensible, and make sure her working partnerships stayed work only. “I didn’t think you were.”
The Doctor’s Rescue started life in the most unromantic situation—at the beginning of the school run, in torrential rain, when I was wearing the least sexy raincoat in the world. I looked like a gnome. Ping! That’s where the first line of the book comes from. My poor editor just sighed when I warned her what was coming!
It also had something to do with a book I was reading on Everest. I’d love to climb a mountain. But as I get queasy on three-inch heels, the chances are pretty slim. So I decided to make my heroine do it for me—meaning that I got all the fun and none of the danger.
GP Mallory Ryman rescues Will Cooper when he’s knocked over by a car, and he talks her into acting as his locum while he recovers. But it also means her moving in with him: which means they both have to come to terms with their past. As for who rescues whom—I’ll let you make up your own mind.
Oh, and the storm sort of happened to me. Thirteen miserable hours with no heating, and reduced to using birthday cake candles! Now, imagine it was my heroine and the most gorgeous man in the world (my own gorgeous one was on call at work) and suddenly it becomes much more interesting….
With love,
Kate Hardy
The Doctor’s Rescue
Kate Hardy
CONTENTS
‘GO ’WAY, Gnome,’ Will slurred. ‘Wan’ sleep.’
‘No, you don’t, sunshine. You’re really, really not going to sleep now. Stay awake for me.’
Bright blue eyes stared at him from under the even brighter yellow hood. Not fair, torturing him like this. His leg hurt, his head hurt, his arm hurt, and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. But the gnome was shining a light in his eyes and wouldn’t let him.
‘What’s your name?’ Her voice was gentler this time. Like her hands, which stroked his face tenderly. Lovely hands.
‘It’s W—’
Then everything faded, and he sank into sweet oblivion.
Everything hurt. Absolutely everything. Will risked moving an eyelid and closed it again quickly. The light was too bright. But he couldn’t go back to sleep again now—there was too much noise. People talking, clattering sounds and beeping. Sounds that were familiar somehow and yet strange at the same time. Where was he?
Resignedly, he opened his eyes. And saw her sitting cross-legged in the chair at the foot of his bed, reading a book. The gnome. Not a gnome—an elf, he decided, now she wasn’t wearing that huge yellow waterproof.
She smiled and put the book down. ‘Well, I suppose an elf’s an improvement on a gnome.’
Oh, no. He couldn’t have actually said that.
‘’Fraid so.’
‘Wha—?’
She uncrossed her legs, stood up and came over to the bed. ‘Would you like some water?’
He nodded gratefully. She wasn’t an elf either, then. More like an angel.
If angels had spiky auburn hair. Weren’t they supposed to be all golden and shining? And he couldn’t see any sign of wings or a halo.
Though she didn’t make a comment, so he clearly hadn’t spoken aloud this time.
She held a plastic beaker and put the straw to his lips, and he took a sip. And another. And another. And then she took the beaker away.
‘Not too much at once,’ she said.
Will resented that, even though her tone was kind. Didn’t she know his mouth felt as if it had been stuffed with sawdust? He