The Recovery Assignment. Alison Roberts
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“You’re a lot more attractive than I expected.”
Charlotte couldn’t look at him. No way. God only knew what it might give away. “Is that a problem?”
“I thought I had it taped but it seems like the jury just absconded again before the final verdict was in. I don’t like distractions.”
“It’s up to you not to be distracted then, isn’t it?”
“Precisely. And that’s something I can cope with unless—”
Hawk must like being precise, Charlotte thought vaguely. She was trying to decide what had stirred up the butterflies again. There was something different about Hawk’s voice right now. Always deep, it seemed almost liquid right now. It was rippling over Charlotte and oozing into places that set nerve endings alight. This was crazy. She was not attracted to Owen Hawkins. Not like that, anyway. Charlotte almost gulped.
“Unless what?”
“Unless the distraction is mutual.”
As a member of an emergency response team, I love being able to include some of the drama this can involve in my stories.
My work as a paramedic gives me contact with other branches of the emergency services, so writing a miniseries involving police, fire and ambulance was exciting. I find the science involved in the branch of the police force that investigates serious vehicle crashes fascinating.
I have to confess that I also found my hero, Hawk, rather fascinating. Hope you do, too!
Happy reading!
With love
Alison
Look out for more stories in the EMERGENCY RESPONSE miniseries from Mills & Boon Medical Romance™.
The Recovery Assignment
Alison Roberts
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CONTENTS
THE picture was a long way from being pretty.
Travelling too fast to negotiate the bend in the road, the late-model, four-wheel-drive’s left front wheel had left the tarmac and touched the loose shingle on the verge. A hard jerk to the right on the steering-wheel had over-corrected the error and the vehicle had begun to yaw, slipping sideways whilst still hurtling forward. The height and weight of the model had contributed to the disaster and the vehicle had tipped and then rolled. It had flipped once…twice…three times before slamming to a halt against a tree. The image was a violent one of a scarred landscape, twisted metal and potentially fatal injuries to those unfortunate enough to be inside the vehicle.
‘A local resident heard the impact and went to investigate.’ Senior Constable Owen Hawkins turned his gaze away from the image being projected onto the large screen. ‘He then dialled triple-one and alerted the emergency services.’
Representatives of two arms of those emergency services, fire and ambulance, were listening intently to Officer Hawkins.
‘The information given to the regional control centre was enough to activate the police department’s Serious Crash Squad, i.e. myself and my partner, Cam.’
Ex-partner. Hawk still couldn’t believe that such a tight team could have been ripped apart so easily. It hadn’t been entirely her fault, of course, but it was easy to assign blame when one’s life was getting mucked around with to this extent. Having someone other than his best mate to direct his frustration at had helped him cope over the last week or two, but right now it wasn’t going to aid his current brief of improving the liaison between the SCS and other emergency services.
‘What makes this a serious crash?’ Owen Hawkins threw the question into the group of a dozen or so fire officers and paramedics without targeting anyone in particular.
‘Vehicular rollover,’ a male paramedic offered.
‘Trapped occupants,’ a fire officer added.
‘High-speed impact.’ The suggestion came from the only female present in the room, and Hawk was forced to acknowledge her in the brief silence that followed.
‘How can you determine the speed?’ He hadn’t meant his tone to be quite so challenging. He didn’t have anything against female paramedics. He didn’t have anything against women in general. Hell,