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though, was wearing neat black pants and a crisp white shirt, tucked in to accentuate a slender waist. A pale blue sweater was looped around her shoulders. Her curls were shiny and bouncing, let loose to wisp around her shoulders.

      She looked cool, elegant...beautiful.

      She was carrying a suitcase. She set it down and smiled, and her smile was bright and professional.

      ‘Hi,’ she said, and beamed.

      ‘H-hi.’ Her smile almost knocked him into the middle of next week, but she was already switching to professional.

      ‘Are you knocking back work? When I’ve come all this way to do as much work as possible? An injured ankle? Bill who?’

      ‘Bill Hadley...’

      ‘Ankle injury? House call? That’s what I’m here for.’

      ‘What the—?’

      ‘Is it urgent? Is it okay if I use your car? Or I can ring the taxi again. I’ll need his patient file if there is one, and an address. Can I use your medical kit?’

      Tom couldn’t answer. It felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. All the oxygen was in her smile.

      She shook her head in mock exasperation and lifted the phone from his grasp.

      ‘Bill? I’ve come in on the end of this conversation but this is Tasha Raymond. I’m Dr Blake’s sister-in-law, a doctor, too, and I’m here to help until Tom’s on his feet again. Could you tell me what the problem is?’

      ‘You can drive?’ Tom could hear Bill’s quavering hope.

      ‘I can,’ Tasha assured him. ‘You’ll have heard that Dr Blake’s had an accident, so we need to look after him. That means using me until he’s recovered. What’s happened?’

      There was a moment’s pause and then, ‘I reckon I’ve sprained me ankle. If you could come, Doc, that’d be great.’

      Doc. The transition was seamless, Tom thought, astounded. The community was desperate for a doctor and Tasha was here. Therefore Tasha was Doc.

      ‘Five minutes tops,’ Tasha said, as Bill explained the problem and outlined where he lived. ‘I walked down those very steps when I was here eighteen months ago. Hang in there.’

      And she disconnected and turned to Tom. ‘Hey,’ she said, and gave him her very warmest smile. ‘It’s good to see you. I’m so sorry about your accident but Rhonda and Hilda say you need me and it seems they’re right. We can talk later but this sounds like I should go. Patient history? Anything else I should know?’

      ‘You can’t.’ He was feeling like he’d been punched in the solar plexus. This was a whirlwind and it wasn’t stopping. ‘Tasha, I’m coping. I’ll go.’

      And her smile softened to one of understanding. And sympathy. ‘How weak is your leg, scale one to ten?’ she said gently. ‘Ten’s strong. One’s useless.’

      ‘Eight,’ he said, and she fixed him with a don’t-mess-with-the-doctor look.

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Okay, six,’ he conceded. ‘But—’

      ‘I didn’t fly from London for buts. I flew from London because you’ve been injured, you need care and Cray Point needs me.’ She stooped then and brushed her lips against his forehead, a faint touch. A sisterly gesture? ‘I’m so sorry you’ve been hurt but for now it seems you need to rest. Can I take your car?’

      He stared and she gazed calmly back. Waiting for him to accept the inevitable.

      He had no choice. She’d flown all the way from England to help him. He should be grateful.

      He was grateful but he was also...overwhelmed? That she come all this way...

      Tasha was the one who needed help, not him, but for now...he had no choice.

      ‘I’d appreciate your help,’ he said stiffly. ‘I... Thank you. But, Tasha, I’m coming with you.’

      * * *

      She drove. He sat in the passenger seat and tried to get his head around what had just happened.

      A whirlwind had arrived. A woman he scarcely recognised.

      The last time he’d seen Tasha she’d been limp with shock and grief. Now she was a woman in charge of her world. She was doctor reacting to a medical call with professional efficiency.

      She was a woman who looked, quite simply, gorgeous.

      His head wasn’t coping.

      He directed while she drove but she would have gotten there fine without him. In the weeks after Emily’s death she’d walked Cray Point, over and over. He’d thought she’d hardly seen it. She obviously had.

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