The Wife He Never Forgot. Anne Fraser

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      CHAPTER ONE

      A year later

      IT WAS HOT. Forty degrees Celsius and it was only just after six in the morning. The dust was everywhere, swirling around like dirty talcum powder coating the inside of her mouth and settling on every inch of her exposed skin.

      Tiggy swigged from the water in her bottle, which was already turning tepid in the heat, brushed a damp curl from her forehead and sighed. The shower she’d had ten minutes before had been a complete waste of time.

      She bent her head against a sudden dust ball. Everything was the same dun colour: the tents; her uniform; the Jeeps—there were even dust-coloured tanks parked along the high walls surrounding the compound. Tiggy didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse.

      She must have been crazy to come. Although back in the UK they had been thoroughly briefed as to what to expect—down to practising what medical emergencies they might encounter in a mock-up of a building with soldiers acting the part of casualties—nothing had really prepared her for the reality of living in a war zone. And nothing had prepared her for the sheer terror she felt.

      Coming in to land last night on the Hercules, the pilot had dimmed the cabin lights in case they attracted enemy fire. When his words had come over the intercom, Tiggy had almost lost it.

      Enemy fire? She hadn’t signed up for that. She’d signed up to be looking after soldiers miles away from danger in a camp protected by soldiers.

      She’d squeezed her eyes shut, not even able to force them open when she’d felt someone sit next to her. She had become aware of a faint scent of citrus.

      ‘You can open your eyes, you know.’ The laughter in his voice bugged her.

      She’d opened one eye and squinted. In the dim light of the cabin all she had been able to make out had been a powerful frame in uniform and the flash of even, white teeth.

      Whoever it was had been studying her frankly in return.

      ‘For all you know, I’m having a nap,’ she’d said through clenched teeth.

      ‘I’ve never seen anyone nap while holding on to their seat so tight their knuckles were white.’

      ‘God!’ She gave up all pretence. ‘What if they hit the plane? I’m scared to death of flying as it is.’

      ‘Hey, relax. It will be okay. The pilots have done it scores of times and no one has shot them down yet. They just say what they do to make all the newbies cra— Apologies, ma’am. To scare the newbies.’

      She hadn’t been sure she’d entirely believed him, but she had felt a little better.

      ‘How much longer until we’re on the ground?’

      ‘Another twenty minutes or so.’

      ‘Twenty bloody minutes!’ she groaned.

      ‘Why don’t you tell me all about yourself? It’ll help distract you.’ He held out a hand. ‘I’m Nick, one of the army doctors. You?’

      ‘Tiggy. Casualty nurse.’

      ‘Then we’ll be working together,’ he said with a sideways grin. ‘You with anyone? Married? Engaged?’

      This was not exactly the sort of route Tiggy wanted to go down. Men didn’t exactly queue up at her door. Might have been something to do with the fact that her brothers appeared to think it was their duty to guard her honour as if she were some early-twentieth-century maiden, or it might—and this was more likely—have to do with the fact that she wasn’t particularly pretty or vivacious.

      ‘No. You?’

      ‘God, no!’ He laughed.

      The sound of sniggering came from the seats behind them.

      ‘Major Casey married?’ A soldier leant over the top of her seat. ‘You have got to be kidding. The major barely stays with a woman long enough to—’

      ‘That’s enough, Corporal.’ The words were quietly spoken but stopped the soldier from finishing his sentence.

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