the ball last night. He would disappoint her again and again and again with a phone call each time to say he was caught up with a patient.
No, it was better this way. Better that she’d left and they didn’t have to face the awkward morning-after talk.
He would embrace his new position and put this night down to a beautiful memory.
It was what they’d agreed on — one night. Only somehow, he knew it would be a long time before he experienced a night like that again.
Chapter 3
“I need that IV in now. What the hell is the hold up?” the intern on duty thundered nervously at her.
Sophie took a steadying breath, willing her fingers to still their shaking. It was a procedure she had done time and time and time again but today, her first day back after her break, her mind was full of cotton wool.
It didn’t help that the patient’s veins were near impossible to locate due to his injuries.
She pushed the cannulae into the vein she’d finally been able to source, the small blue line raising weakly against the skin of his hand. She felt a slight resistance before, at last, the quick slide of the needle as it entered the vein. She relaxed at the reassuring sight of the trickle of blood coming through the hub.
“I’m in and attaching the second IV now. Blood for a transfusion should be here shortly.”
She checked the flow of the other IV and was satisfied it was still providing the patient with much needed life-saving fluid. She focused solely on the task of stabilizing the young motorcyclist. He needed her to be on top of her game, not letting her mind wander to places it shouldn’t be.
She could hear the yelling of instructions around her. A multi-car accident had everyone working to capacity. What they really needed in here was a set of experienced hands. The intern should be out handling a patient with non-life threatening injuries. Today they were short a doctor and desperately needed all hands on deck with the traumas coming through the doors. It was why she was helping with this particular victim; she could gently prod the doctor until a resident was free.
In the next instant, the privacy curtain was thrust aside. Hopefully, help had finally arrived.
“What’s the status of the patient?”
She stilled, that voice, so rich and sensual and commanding. Totally unforgettable. A voice that sent her insides quivering like the ripples on a pond after a stone had been thrown in. The last voice she expected to hear in her hospital. With her heart hammering loudly, like an orchestra of kettledrums, she raised her eyes and glanced at the newcomer. Hoping against hope her assumption was wrong.
Luck wasn’t on her side.
It was Alex.
His dress and tone were that of a medical professional, not a scared relative.
Her hand gripped the IV stand. Her stomach dropped to her feet and the blood rushed to her head. She thought she was going to faint. She gulped in air, trying to calm her frazzled nerves.
What was he doing here?
She bit the inside of her lip, wishing she would wake up and find out it was all a dream. A dream brought on by nerves from starting her new position. But all the biting achieved was a throb on her lower lip.
She was still in the resus cubicle. And, now, so was her one night stand.
Her fantasy lover, the man she’d pushed aside her inhibitions for. He wasn’t meant to turn up for real in her life. He was meant to stay as a memory. One she pulled out of the recesses of her mind when life got too much to bear. He especially was not meant to turn up in her professional life.
How could this be happening?
If she’d had any idea on New Year’s Eve that he was a doctor, and that the next time she’d see him would be in her hospital, there was no way she would’ve followed him into his hotel room.
What was she going to do?
The beeping of the monitor forced her attention back to her patient. She would have to deal with Alex turning up at the hospital after her patient was in a more stable
No, it was better this way. Better that she’d left and they didn’t have to face the awkward morning-after talk.
He would embrace his new position and put this night down to a beautiful memory.
It was what they’d agreed on — one night. Only somehow, he knew it would be a long time before he experienced a night like that again.
Chapter 3
“I need that IV in now. What the hell is the hold up?” the intern on duty thundered nervously at her.
Sophie took a steadying breath, willing her fingers to still their shaking. It was a procedure she had done time and time and time again but today, her first day back after her break, her mind was full of cotton wool.
It didn’t help that the patient’s veins were near impossible to locate due to his injuries.
She pushed the cannulae into the vein she’d finally been able to source, the small blue line raising weakly against the skin of his hand. She felt a slight resistance before, at last, the quick slide of the needle as it entered the vein. She relaxed at the reassuring sight of the trickle of blood coming through the hub.
“I’m in and attaching the second IV now. Blood for a transfusion should be here shortly.”
She checked the flow of the other IV and was satisfied it was still providing the patient with much needed life-saving fluid. She focused solely on the task of stabilizing the young motorcyclist. He needed her to be on top of her game, not letting her mind wander to places it shouldn’t be.
She could hear the yelling of instructions around her. A multi-car accident had everyone working to capacity. What they really needed in here was a set of experienced hands. The intern should be out handling a patient with non-life threatening injuries. Today they were short a doctor and desperately needed all hands on deck with the traumas coming through the doors. It was why she was helping with this particular victim; she could gently prod the doctor until a resident was free.
In the next instant, the privacy curtain was thrust aside. Hopefully, help had finally arrived.
“What’s the status of the patient?”
She stilled, that voice, so rich and sensual and commanding. Totally unforgettable. A voice that sent her insides quivering like the ripples on a pond after a stone had been thrown in. The last voice she expected to hear in her hospital. With her heart hammering loudly, like an orchestra of kettledrums, she raised her eyes and glanced at the newcomer. Hoping against hope her assumption was wrong.
Luck wasn’t on her side.
It was Alex.
His dress and tone were that of a medical professional, not a scared relative.
Her hand gripped the IV stand. Her stomach dropped to her feet and the blood rushed to her head. She thought she was going to faint. She gulped in air, trying to calm her frazzled nerves.
What was he doing here?
She bit the inside of her lip, wishing she would wake up and find out it was all a dream. A dream brought on by nerves from starting her new position. But all the biting achieved was a throb on her lower lip.
She was still in the resus cubicle. And, now, so was her one night stand.
Her fantasy lover, the man she’d pushed aside her inhibitions for. He wasn’t meant to turn up for real in her life. He was meant to stay as a memory. One she pulled out of the recesses of her mind when life got too much to bear. He especially was not meant to turn up in her professional life.
How could this be happening?
If she’d had any idea on New Year’s Eve that he was a doctor, and that the next time she’d see him would be in her hospital, there was no way she would’ve followed him into his hotel room.
What was she going to do?
The beeping of the monitor forced her attention back to her patient. She would have to deal with Alex turning up at the hospital after her patient was in a more stable
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