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short for what? You have fantastic legs. Stop hiding them under jeans.’

      Evanna stared down at herself self-consciously. ‘I’m too old for a dress this short.’

      ‘You’re twenty-six! And you still look like a teenager. Stop making excuses.’ Kyla was laughing as she grabbed a pair of shoes. ‘Try these. They’d look great with that dress.’

      ‘I wouldn’t be able to walk in them.’

      ‘You don’t need to walk,’ Kyla said airily, riffling through the rails again and pulling out a scarlet top. ‘You can park right outside and just teeter up the path. All you need to do is turn up and look gorgeous. And these would look nice with your jeans on a different occasion so you’ll get plenty of wear out of them.’

      Evanna gave up arguing and slid her feet into the shoes. ‘I’ll break my ankle.’

      ‘Don’t be so negative. Take a look at yourself in the mirror.’

      Evanna stepped forward with a sigh. ‘I just don’t feel comfortable in anything this short. I’m going to spend my whole evening tugging the—’ She broke off as she stared at her reflection. ‘Oh.’

      ‘Yes, oh.’ Kyla’s grin was triumphant as she stretched out a hand and removed the clip from Evanna’s hair. ‘And you don’t need that. Time to let your hair down, Cinderella.’

      Evanna’s dark curls tumbled over her shoulders. ‘I look a mess.’

      ‘You look sexy,’ Kyla breathed. ‘Incredibly sexy. If Logan doesn’t notice you as a woman dressed like that, I’m willing to admit defeat.’

      Evanna stared at herself, forced to admit that she did look good. In fact, she looked better than good. The dress skimmed her figure, hinting at curves rather than clinging, and it suited her colouring. She smiled and shook her head. ‘This is far too glamorous for a barbecue in the garden.’

      ‘It’s perfect. Why are you inventing excuses?’

      Evanna was silent for a moment and then she let out a long breath. ‘Because I’m scared?’ She turned to look at her friend and the smile on her face faltered. ‘I’m scared that I’m just setting myself up for yet another knock.’

      ‘You’re perfect for each other,’ Kyla said softly, all the humour gone from her face. ‘Any day now he’s going to wake up and realise that.’

      Evanna slipped back into the changing room and wriggled out of the dress.

      The dress made her feel good. Feminine. But it was an extravagance she couldn’t afford.

      Wearing her jeans and T-shirt, she stepped out of the changing room with the dress over her arm and the shoes dangling from her fingers. ‘It’s too expensive, Kyla.’

      ‘It’s in the sale.’ Alison, who owned the boutique, strolled up to them and named a price that made Evanna stare.

      ‘But it can’t possibly be that cheap. I saw the tag.’

      ‘I haven’t forgotten what you did for Mum when she was ill,’ Alison said gruffly, removing the tag and taking the dress and shoes from Evanna. ‘Call it a thank-you from me.’

      Evanna was embarrassed. ‘You really don’t have to—’

      ‘I want to,’ Alison said gruffly, folding the dress around tissue paper and sliding it into a bag. ‘My mum always said you were an angel. You deserve to look like one.’

      

      CHAPTER THREE

      ‘THIS is an emergency and I have private health care,’ boomed a man’s voice. ‘Just get me a doctor. Call the helicopter or whatever it is you do around these godforsaken parts!’

      Evanna heard the commotion in the reception area from her room and hurried out at the same time as Logan.

      It was two days after her arrival home and she’d been working non stop to catch up with everything that she’d missed while she’d been away.

      The man was looming over the desk, his expression threatening. Sweat beaded on his brow and his stomach bulged against a T-shirt that was too tight. ‘We’re only here for a week. If I waste a morning, that’s a chunk of my holiday gone!’

      ‘Obviously we’re doing our best to see everyone,’ Janet said smoothly, ‘but Dr Walker was called out on an emergency and Dr MacNeil is seeing his patients, too, and that means that—’

      ‘I keep telling you I have private health care! I can pay.’ The man pulled a fat wallet out of his back pocket and lifted an eyebrow. ‘How much to jump the queue?’

      Logan stepped up behind him. ‘We don’t offer private health care,’ he said calmly, his ice-blue eyes narrowed and assessing as he looked at the man. ‘Here on Glenmore, it isn’t necessary. People get seen according to need. If there’s no urgency, they wait in line.’

      ‘Well, then, you need to organise yourselves a bit better,’ the man spluttered, ‘because the line is too long!’

      ‘My partner has had to attend a sick patient,’ Logan explained, his voice reasonable, ‘so I’m running two lists at the moment. We’re seeing patients in the order they arrived, unless someone has an urgent condition.’

      ‘That girl—’ the man pointed a finger at little Nicola Horsfield, who shrank closer to her mother ‘—came in after me and she’s going in next.’

      ‘Nicola is severely asthmatic and the heat is bothering her. She’s six years old. Do you feel that your medical condition requires you to go in front of her?’

      Evanna watched from the doorway but not because her presence was needed. Just because she couldn’t help herself. Logan was such a master at dealing with difficult people that watching him was a pleasure.

      He managed to sound pleasant and reasonable while staying in complete control of the situation.

      The man frowned. ‘It isn’t about queue jumping—’

      ‘There’s one doctor and a line of people. That’s generally called a queue.’

      ‘You could get me a helicopter to the mainland.’

      Logan lifted an eyebrow. ‘Are you bleeding, suffering severe chest pains or having breathing problems?’

      ‘No, but—’

      ‘Are you in imminent danger of death or collapse?’

      ‘No, but—’

      ‘Then I’m not ordering the helicopter.’

      ‘I’ll call it myself.’

      ‘As island doctor, it requires my authorisation.’ Logan glanced at his watch. ‘In the time I’ve taken having this discussion, I could have seen another patient. Do you want to carry on talking or would you rather go outside, breathe in some fresh Glenmore air and cool down? Janet will call you when it’s your turn.’

      The man inhaled sharply, tightened his mouth and then stomped out of the door.

      Logan gave Janet an encouraging smile. ‘I’m ready for my next patient. If he gives you any more problems, buzz me.’

      Janet leaned forward. ‘He’s only here because he forgot to bring his tablets on holiday. He wants a prescription.’

      ‘People get cross when the weather heats up.’ Logan turned away and caught sight of Evanna. ‘What are you doing standing there, Nurse Duncan?’ His blue eyes gleamed with humour. ‘Getting ready to defend me?’

      ‘You don’t need any help. But I was ready to pick him up after you floored him.’

      ‘As if.’

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