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Both cats had been stuck in a shelter in Glasgow for a long time, unwanted because they weren't perfect. Pecan had lost part her tail, and Maple had needed one front leg amputation after being hit by a car. Callie knew all about not being perfect, and about rejection, so she had immediate been drawn to the two middle-aged sinters. There never been any doubt that the pair were coming home with her. They were both an unusual dark tortoises their coats streaked and mottled with shades of gold buff, copper and brown. She had chosen their name's partly due to their colour and partly due to her favorite flavours in Danish pastries and ice cream, for which she had a sinful passion.
    She was disconcerted that thoughts of sinful passion brought Frazer back to mind. No way was she going there. But she had been amazed at how well they had worked together-as if they had been doing it for years and were already an established team.
    Whatever else she thought of him-and she really didn't want to spend too long assessing her disturbing personal reaction to the man-Frazer was an exceptional doctor. That impression had only been enhanced as her first day whizzed by, leaving her little time to worry about Frazer the man as she worked alongside him with increasing admiration his medical skips.
    Her new life in Strathlochan was filled with and promise. She thought of Annie Webster realised she had the opportunity to make her one real friend. Maybe more than one. Perhaps could even come to feel as if she belonged somewhere for the first time in her life. And maybe, just maybe, this Christmas wouldn't be a lonely one. All she had to do was find the courage reach out and take what she sensed was possible.
    It almost sounded easy, but she knew it couldn't be.
    As for work, the job itself was everything she had imagined. The only problem was Frazer. But she couldn't allow the playboy doctor and her unwanted reaction to him to spoil the best chance she had for a start. In the days and weeks ahead she just hoped she could keep up her guard and ensure that any dealings with Frazer remained strictly professional.
    CHAPTER THREE
    `LIE still, Paul.'
    Frazer heard the edge of exasperation in Callie's voice as she struggled to insert the first of two large-bore cannulae while coping with their fractious patient. `He's in hypovolaemic shock,' he commented, knowing that accounted for some of the young man's confusion and aggression.
    The emergency call had come in at four in the morning, waking them from a light doze after what had been the quietest shift so far-the final one in their first six-day rotation together. Now they were kneeling on the hard wet tarmac. It was dark, raining and freezing cold, and the only available light came from the headlights of their vehicle and that of the police car on scene. They had arrived at the site of the accident to find twenty-two-year-old Paul in pain and uncooperative to say the least. His pulse-rate was high, he was tachycardic, his blood pressure showed normal systolic but raised diastolic levels, he was cold and clammy and his skin had an unnatural pallor.
    `Get off me,' the man complained, not for the first time.
    Callie's voice remained admirably calm. `Let us help you.'
    Paul had suffered a serious leg injury when he had been knocked off his bike, trying to cycle back to an outlying village from one of the nightclubs in Strathlochan. A hit and run, according to the local policeman who had been first on the scene, and who remained now to assist them, with his partner taking evidence. Paul had a badly broken left leg, with open fractures of both fibula and tibia apparent. Considerable blood loss, combined with possible internal injuries and bleeding, had resulted in him going into hypovolaemic shock. As Callie concentrated on getting fluids into him, along with the analgesia he'd prescribed, Frazer was working to stem the haemorrhage in the leg...bringing the bones back into fine to restore circulation to the foot,