‘When you were brought in here two weeks ago, he was the one who identified you.’

‘Oh.’ Katy concentrated on the equipment she was checking, wondering what Jago had felt when he’d seen her lying on the ambulance stretcher. Had he felt any guilt at all? ‘We knew each other years ago. He used to work for my father.’

‘In the bank?’ Charlotte’s eyes widened. ‘He’s filthy rich and we’ve all been dying to know how he made his money. I suppose that answers the question.’

‘I suppose so.’

Katy moved away, hoping that was the end of it. She hated gossiping about people.

Charlotte was still looking at her in fascination. ‘Did you know him well?’

Katy shook her head and avoided eye contact. ‘Not that well.’

She’d thought that there had been gentleness under the strength but she’d been wrong.

Charlotte gave a wistful sigh. ‘He’s the hospital heart-throb.’

Katy kept her eyes fixed on the intubation tray. Of course he was. Jago Rodriguez was seriously rich, stunningly good-looking and single. A prime target for every woman on the planet.

Except her.

She’d learned her lesson the hard way eleven years ago and she wasn’t that innocent, naïve girl anymore.

Charlotte sighed. ‘Every available woman in the hospital dreams of being the one to tame him and marry him.’

Katy looked up at that, unable to hide her incredulous expression. ‘Marry him?’ Well that showed how well they knew Jago. I don’t do commitment, Katy. ‘If you know him then you’ll know he isn’t the marrying kind.’

Charlotte shrugged. ‘Everyone’s the marrying kind if they meet the right person.’

‘I don’t think so.’ Katy’s voice was soft and thoughtful. ‘I think some people just can’t allow themselves to be that vulnerable.’

And Jago didn’t have a vulnerable part to his make-up.

At one point she’d thought he had. He’d fooled her with a display of gentleness that had turned her insides to jelly but she knew now that that was just part of his superior bedroom technique.

‘You’ve obviously thought about it a lot.’ Charlotte hung the giving set over the stand and looked at her quizzically. ‘But you’re getting married so you must believe in love and commitment.’

Did she?

Katy turned her attention back to the intubation tray, not wanting to shatter Charlotte’s romantic illusions.

She certainly wasn’t in love with Freddie.

And she didn’t feel guilty about it because she knew that Freddie wasn’t in love with her either. He was marrying her because she was the right sort of girl with the right sort of connections and that suited her fine. She didn’t want love.

Her one experience of love had been a shattering, all-consuming experience that had threatened her very existence.

I don’t do commitment, Katy.

‘Not that we hospital staff really get a look in,’ Charlotte said gloomily, tearing off her plastic apron and lobbing it in the bin. ‘He’s dating a stunning Brazilian model at the moment. The real woman type. Legs up to her armpits and boobs to make a man drool. She’s a very lucky woman.’