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Chapters (27)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. The Rebel Doctor’s Bride
  4. CONTENTS
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. Dare She Date the Dreamy Doc?
  17. CONTENTS
  18. CHAPTER ONE
  19. CHAPTER TWO
  20. CHAPTER THREE
  21. CHAPTER FOUR
  22. CHAPTER FIVE
  23. CHAPTER SIX
  24. CHAPTER SEVEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHT
  26. CHAPTER NINE
  27. Excerpt

Flora smiled and dropped to her knees beside Fraser. ‘Let me take a look—show me exactly where it hurts. Here?’

‘Ow!’ Fraser winced. ‘Right there. Have I broken it?’

‘No, I don’t think so. Nothing like that. I’m going to ask Logan to take a quick look.’

‘Don’t waste your time. He’s just gone on a home visit,’ Aisla told her wearily. ‘We were in Reception when Janet took the call and he came rushing out. Some tourist with chest pain on the beach.’

‘Oh.’ Flora’s heart rate trebled. ‘Well, we could wait until he’s back, I suppose. He might not be long.’

‘I want to see Conner,’ Fraser blurted out. ‘He knows everything about football. Can we ask him to look at my leg?’

Just the sound of his name made her palms damp. ‘With Logan out, he’ll be very busy.’

‘Is it worth just trying? Perhaps he’d see Fraser if you ask him.’ Aisla’s expression was worried. ‘It’s just that, if he thinks it should be X-rayed, I’m going to need to make some plans.’

‘Of course I’ll try. Wait there a moment.’ Hoping she didn’t look as reluctant as she felt, Flora left her room and took several deep breaths. Across the corridor a patient left Conner’s room and Flora felt her knees turn to liquid.

She couldn’t do it. She really couldn’t face him.

She turned backwards to her room and then realised that she couldn’t do that either. How could she tell Aisla that she was too pathetic to face Conner?

Taking a deep breath, she walked briskly over to his door and rapped hard, before she could change her mind.

Keep it brief and to the point, she told herself. Professional. And don’t look at him. Whatever you do, don’t look at him.

‘Yes?’ The harsh bark of his voice made her jump and she wondered how any of the patients ever plucked up courage to go and see him. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

‘I just wanted to ask if you’d see a patient for me. Thirteen-year-old boy complaining of pain in his leg. It’s tender and there’s swelling over the tibial tubercle.’ She adjusted her glasses, still not looking at him. ‘He’s been at football camp so it’s possible that he’s injured himself, but I’m wondering whether it could be Osgood-Schlatter disease.’

‘Reading all those books has obviously paid off.’