Taming Dr Tempest. Meredith Webber
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Taming
Dr Tempest
Meredith Webber
MILLS & BOON
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Table of Contents
‘You don’t want to talk?’ Nick asked, contrarily put out that she was going to ignore him. ‘I thought this might be a good time to get better acquainted.’
Annabelle turned towards him and raised dark, expressive eyebrows.
‘We’re going to be living together for the next two months, not to mention driving huge distances together and camping out together—don’t you think we’ll have enough time then to get acquainted?’
Annabelle wasn’t sure why she was being so scratchy. Was it the shock of finding out that Nick Tempest was going to be her companion for the duration of the appointment?
Or the slightly uncomfortable feeling she’d always experienced in his presence?
Not that she knew him well—more by reputation than in person. But the reputation—playboy, womaniser, ambitious workaholic—made him the last person in the world she’d want to get to know. Not to mention the least likely person in the entire hospital—if not the planet—to be on this plane, heading for a two-month stint in the far Outback settlement of Murrawalla.
About the Author
MEREDITH WEBBER says of herself, ‘Some ten years ago, I read an article which suggested that Mills and Boon were looking for new Medical™ Romance authors. I had one of those “I can do that” moments, and gave it a try. What began as a challenge has become an obsession—though I do temper the “butt on seat” career of writing with dirty but healthy outdoor pursuits, fossicking through the Australian Outback in search of gold or opals. Having had some success in all of these endeavours, I now consider I’ve found the perfect lifestyle.’
CHAPTER ONE
ANNABELLE made the flight by the skin of her teeth. Kitty, who had volunteered to drive her to the airport, had insisted on taking ‘shortcuts', so here she was, clutching an armful of carry-on bags, hurtling down the aisle towards the one vacant seat she could see right near the front of the small regional plane.
Fortunately it was an aisle seat so she could flop straight into it and stuff her belongings underneath before the flight attendant arrived to check her seat belt.
But the late arrival meant the plane was taxiing before she turned to look at her fellow-traveller.
To look, then look again…
‘Dr—’
Typhoon, hurricane, cyclone—what in the name of glory was his real name?
‘Tempest,’ he said coolly, peering at her as if she were a complete stranger—maybe a patient he’d seen briefly in A and E. ‘Nick Tempest.’
‘Tempest, of course,’ she mumbled hurriedly. ‘I knew it was…’
She stopped before she made a bigger fool of herself, but her agitation was growing. What was the man they called Storm doing on this flight?
Was there more than one possible answer?
Hardly!
‘You’re going to Murrawalla?’
She couldn’t stop the question popping out, or hide the disbelief in her voice.
The plane lifted off the ground, the wings tilted, and it flew a wide, lazy arc over the city, but Annabelle barely noticed the houses growing smaller below her because as she looked past her companion towards the window, she discovered he was studying her.
Intently.
‘Hang on, aren’t you the new nursing sister? Been around for about four months? The one they call Belladonna?’
The hesitancy in his voice suggested he was far from certain it was her, but although Annabelle hated the nickname, she had to acknowledge he’d worked out who she was.
‘It’s Annabelle,’ she said, turning so she could look into the blue eyes that had most of the female population of the hospital swooning every time he walked into a ward—blue eyes that had snared more than one man’s share of female attention—or so the stories went. ‘Annabelle Donne.’
‘Ah!’ He nodded to himself. ‘I often wondered where it came from. You didn’t strike me as being a walking, talking, deadly poison. More a target of some kind, I would have thought, from the number of times some sick child threw up all over you, or some drunk puked on your shoes.’
He wasn’t smiling as he spoke so she took it as criticism and was about to point out that someone had to look after the patients with stomach upsets when he spoke again.
‘But