‘Well, I saw her in clinic yesterday and the wound was healing nicely, so I’m sure she isn’t going to die any time soon.’ Jenna dug her purse out of her bag. ‘How much do I owe you?’

‘Nothing.’ His weathered brow crinkled into a frown as he handed over the bag. ‘As if I’d take money after what you did for my Alice. I said to her, “It’s a good job you fell outside Nurse Jenna’s house, otherwise it would have been a different story.” You sorted her out, fed her, had a lovely chat.’ He glanced up as the door opened behind her and a bell rang. ‘Morning, Dr McKinley. Surf’s up for you today. They had the lifeboat out this morning—two kids in trouble on the rocks round at the Devil’s Jaws. Place is roped off, but they climbed over.’

Jenna froze. He was behind her? She’d thought about him all night—thought about the way he’d watched her across the table. He’d made her so nervous she hadn’t been able to eat. And he’d noticed that she wasn’t eating.

Adopting her most casual expression, she turned and looked.

He was standing in the doorway, a sleek black wetsuit moulding itself to every muscular dip and curve of his powerful shoulders.

The bag of salmon slipped from her fingers and landed with a plop on the tiled floor.

Hamish cleared his throat pointedly and Jenna stooped to retrieve her bag, her face as red as a bonfire. ‘Good morning, Dr McKinley.’ She turned back to the fish counter and developed a sudden interest in the dressed crab that Hamish had on display as she tried to compose herself. Over the past few weeks she’d had plenty of practice. In fact she was proud of how controlled she was around him.

They worked together every day, but so far she’d managed not to repeat any of the embarrassing sins she’d committed on her first day, like staring at his mouth. Even during dinner last night she’d managed to barely look at him.

And if she occasionally thought about how his hands had felt on her shoulders that day in her kitchen—well, that was her secret. A girl could dream, and she knew better than anyone that there was a world of difference between dreams and reality.

Jenna continued to stare at the crab. It was a shock to discover that, having thought she’d never trust a man again, she could actually find one attractive. But even if she could trust a man, the one thing she couldn’t trust was her feelings. She knew she was hurt. She knew she was angry. And she knew that she was lonely for adult company.