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the rest of the team worked, she handed Gloria the drapes and prepared the iodine so that the wound site could be sterilised before surgery. She passed Belhara the vials he couldn’t quite reach and set up the operation tray for Dart.
    As she tied Dart’s mask in place, the patient now anaesthetised and ready for surgery, Emmy ignored the warmth radiating from his close proximity. She’d already tied Tarvon’s mask in place and had felt absolutely nothing like this. Why did she only get this feeling when she was next to Dart?
    Emmy swallowed over the dryness in her throat, trying not to breathe in the subtle spicy scent that surrounded him. Her fingers fumbled with the tapes, turning into a bunch of uncooked sausages as he bent down slightly, her on tiptoe, so she could reach.
    He wished to goodness she’d hurry up and not because he was in any sort of pain from bending down. The sweet, fresh scent she wore, probably something extremely expensive that cost his entire year’s salary, was winding its way about him, starting to infuse his senses with the need to draw her closer and breathe in more deeply.
    That was the last thing he needed, to want to draw this woman closer. He’d been doing his best all day long to keep her at a firm distance but when he’d required help earlier in the clinic, he’d had to put up with her at his side. The same thing was happening now. Her help since she’d walked in the door had been great but right now he didn’t need to be distracted with thoughts of what scent she was wearing when he needed to focus on removing a bullet from his patient’s abdomen.
    ‘Done. Sorry. Didn’t mean to take so long.’ She spoke near his ear, her breath fanning down his neck, and Dart immediately straightened, stepping closer to the table, hands heldup, eyes looking down at his patient, brain processing the fact that his body was reacting to Emerson’s nearness more than it had reacted to any woman in the past six years.
    Dart cleared his throat as she moved away to stand next to Gloria, pleased she wasn’t crowding him any more. Perhaps now he could school his thoughts to where they needed to be and not on the TV socialite who had seemingly come into this village to create havoc in any way she could. He knew that wasn’t exactly true but it was certainly the way it felt.
    ‘Belhara?’ He looked at the anaesthetist.
    ‘Ready.’
    Dart held out his hand. ‘Scalpel.’ It was a surgery he’d performed far too many times since he’d started coming to Tarparnii. All of them knew the drill.
    ‘Do you remove a lot of bullets?’ Emmy asked into the silence.
    ‘Yes,’ Dart responded.
    ‘Too many,’ Tarvon concurred sadly.
    ‘If we’re not suturing gashes or cuts, we’re delivering babies or removing bullets,’ Dart continued.
    Gloria nodded. ‘Rick’s even performed a few teeth extractions.’
    Both Dart and Tarvon agreed with this.
    ‘So, really, you become “bitsa” doctors out here. Bits of this and bits of that.’
    Dart looked up and held her gaze for a moment, surprised she understood. ‘Exactly. It doesn’t matter what your speciality might be, whether you’re a surgeon or an obstetrician, a clinic nurse or an experienced midwife. Out here, everyone does what needs to be done to the best of their ability.’ Dart held out his hand. ‘Forceps.’
    Within a few more seconds he’d removed the bullet from the wound and Tarvon was packing it with gauze. After tidying up the area and ensuring none of the patient’s vitalorgans had been ruptured, Dart started to close the wound in layers.
    ‘How’s he doing, Belhara?’
    ‘Very good, Dart.’
    ‘Excellent. Right.’ Dart stood back from the patient and started to peel off his gloves. ‘Must almost be time for the celebrations.’
    ‘Celebrations?’
    ‘Your welcome-to-the-jungle party,’ Dart remarked as he finished degowning.
    ‘I’m sorry. I’m afraid I still don’t understand.’ Emmy shook her head slightly as