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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. Chapter Forty-three
  47. Chapter Forty-four
  48. Chapter Forty-five
  49. Chapter Forty-six
  50. Chapter Forty-seven
  51. Chapter Forty-eight
  52. Chapter Forty-nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-one
  55. Chapter Fifty-two
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. About the Author
  58. Also by the author
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She was good at diagnosis. He might have missed that deterioration considering his workload if she hadn’t asked his opinion. As for the treatment, he had no doubt she’d acquire the necessary equipment and be ready to assist with the decompression drain. The hidden depths of this woman he’d passed in the night continued to amaze him. He’d scored the one-woman assist team he could see the other doctors envied.

Which wasn’t helping the attraction he tried to mask with a set face. There was no denying the fact that he noticed whenever she moved his way, or that his eyes would follow her as she worked. And once, when a high-as-a-kite footballer put his hand out to fondle her backside, Zac was between the two of them in an instant, casually blocking the guy’s reach and delivering a hard stare.

‘I can manage,’ Ava had told him with a smile, ‘but thanks.’

A couple of the stroppy men had needed a firm word and a glare before they behaved for their purple-scrubbed nurse, and Zac had delivered both out of sight of their target. If he’d hesitated over something she was there with a suggestion, her knowledge of emergency treatment the adjunct to his.

‘Ava,’ a man called out. Zac looked up as a blond guy, one who seemed to know her well, put his hand out to grab her arm, but she steered around him deliberately, with an emphatic shake of her head. Something about the smirk on the man’s face made Zac want to pin him to the wall by the throat. Interestingly, the other midwife who’d arrived with Ava made a beeline for the man and towed him away before Zac could insert himself between them. Which really was out of character for him – he never lost his cool and concentration at work. He didn’t know where this caveman act was coming from.

After nearly two hours of frantic sorting, there were poignant moments in the mayhem. The older gentleman admitted for palliative end-of-life care, with his wife needing a hug from both Ava and Zac, showed such gratitude when the pain relief began to work properly and he could relax. And a three-year-old girl who’d stuck her mother’s earring into her ear canal, making Zac produce some pretty fast wheedling for permission from the small child to remove it with success.