Her Playboy's Proposal. Kate Hardy

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      Just as Harry had predicted, Isla was halfway through her sandwich when someone came into the rest room and asked her to help out.

      She didn’t mind—it was all part and parcel of being part of a team on the busiest department in the hospital.

      But she did feel bad about the way she’d reacted to Harry the Heartbreaker. Especially after he’d explained why he’d asked her to lunch; it was just what she would’ve done herself if a new team member had joined the practice where she’d worked on the island. She’d been unfair to him. And, even though she’d apologised, she’d felt too awkward to join him and ended up making things worse. He probably thought she was standoffish and rude. But how could she explain without telling him about the past she was trying to put well and truly behind her?

      It didn’t help that she found him so attractive.

      Common sense told Isla that she needed to keep her distance. Apart from the fact that she’d seen a few working relationships turn really awkward and sour after the personal relationship had ended, she wasn’t in the market for a relationship anyway. Particularly with someone who had the reputation of being a charmer.

      Professional only, she reminded herself. She’d apologise again for the sake for their working relationship. And that would be that.

      Isla was rostered on cubicles again with Josie and Harry in the afternoon. Harry had just finished with a patient who’d been brought in with a degloving injury; when he came out of the cubicle, she asked quietly, ‘Can we have a quick word?’

      ‘Sure.’

      Isla took a deep breath. ‘I wanted to apologise about earlier.’

      He looked blank. ‘About what?’

      ‘I was rude and standoffish when you asked me to go to lunch with you.’

      His eyes crinkled at the corners. ‘Oh, that. Don’t worry about it. Blame it on the hospital grapevine blowing everything out of proportion.’

      She felt the betraying colour seep into her face. This would be the easy option because there was some truth in it, but he’d been kind and he didn’t deserve it. ‘Should’ve known better because hospital gossip likes to embroider things,’ she said. Not just hospitals: any small community. Like an island off the coast of Scotland where everybody knew practically everything about everyone. And she of all people knew how it felt to be gossiped about unfairly. ‘I was rude. And I apologise. And maybe I can buy you a cup of tea later to make up for being so horrible.’

      ‘You weren’t horrible, just a bit … well, offish. Apology and offer of tea accepted. We can have Mr Kemp as our chaperone, if you like,’ he suggested.

      How could he be so good-natured about it? It made her feel even more guilty. ‘I guess it’s a good excuse to see how he’s getting on.’

      ‘Great. It’s a non-date,’ Harry said.

      And oh, that smile. It could light up a room. He really was gorgeous. And nice with it. And he had a sense of humour.

      It would be all too easy to let Harry Gardiner tempt her.

      But this nurse wasn’t for tempting.

      They spent their afternoon break in the Acute Medical Unit with Mr Kemp.

      ‘Thank you for the tea,’ he said.

      ‘Our pleasure,’ Isla told him with a smile.

      ‘You won’t get into trouble for being here, will you?’ he checked.

      This time, Harry smiled. ‘It’s our afternoon break. We’re allowed to take it outside our own ward if we want to.’

      ‘I’m such a trouble to you,’ Mr Kemp said.

      ‘It’s fine,’ Isla reassured him. ‘Has your daughter been able to visit, yet?’

      ‘She’s coming straight after work. I do feel bad about it. She’s had to get someone to pick up the kids.’

      ‘All the working mums I know are great at juggling,’ Harry said. ‘I bet you she’s picked up her friend’s children before now. It won’t be a problem. Everyone mucks in to help their friends. How are you feeling?’

      ‘Well enough to go home,’ Mr Kemp said. ‘If I was home, I wouldn’t be a burden to everyone.’

      He was able to swallow again, Isla thought, but he definitely wasn’t quite ready to go home. And he’d be far more of a worry to his family if he was on his own in his flat. ‘I’m sure the team here will sort things out for you,’ she said brightly.

      And she discovered that Lorraine had been absolutely on the ball about Harry being great with patients, because he somehow managed to find out that Mr Kemp loved dogs and got him chatting about that, distracting him from his worries about being a burden.

      ‘You were brilliant with Mr Kemp,’ she said on their way back to the Emergency Department.

      Harry gave a dismissive wave of his hand. ‘Just chatting. And I noticed you were watching him drinking and assessing him.’

      She nodded. ‘I’m happier with his swallowing, but I think he’ll be in for a couple more days yet. They’ll want to assess him for a water infection or a chest infection, in case that contributed to the fall as well as the stroke. And they’ll need to get social services in to look at his care plan as well as talk to his family. I’m guessing that he’s not so good with accepting help, and from what he said to us earlier it sounded as if his son-in-law doesn’t have much patience.’

      ‘Very true.’ Harry gave her a sidelong look. ‘Though I know a few people caught between caring for their kids and caring for their elderly parents. It can be hard to juggle, and—well, not all parents are easy.’

      ‘And some are brilliant.’ Isla’s own parents had been wonderful—they’d never believed Andrew’s accusations right from the start, and they’d encouraged her to retrain in Glasgow and then move to London and start again.

      ‘Yes, some are brilliant.’ Harry was looking curiously at her.

      ‘It takes all sorts to make a world,’ she said brightly. Why on earth hadn’t she moved him away from the subject of parents? Why had she had to open her mouth? ‘And we have patients to see.’

      ‘Yes, we do. Well, Sister McKenna.’ He opened the door for her. ‘Shall we?’

       CHAPTER TWO

      ‘IS ISLA NOT coming tonight?’ Harry asked Lorraine at the bowling alley, keeping his tone casual.

      ‘No.’

      Lorraine wasn’t forthcoming with a reason and Harry knew better than to ask, because it would be the quickest way to fuel gossip. Not that Lorraine was one to promote the hospital rumour mill, but she might let slip to Isla that she thought Harry might be interested in her, СКАЧАТЬ