At His Service: Her Boss the Hero: One Night With Her Boss / Her Very Special Boss / The Surgeon's Marriage Proposal. Alison Roberts

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      And, right on cue, the pagers sounded and both men jumped up from their chairs.

      Josh gave Mikki a suspicious glance. ‘That was spooky. You got a hot line to Control or something?’

      ‘Feminine intuition,’ she responded. ‘One of the benefits of having a chick on the crew.’

      ‘One of many, I’m sure,’ Tama murmured as he walked past, but Mikki didn’t dare meet his gaze.

      Going any further down that conversational path would be blatant flirting. Playing the dangerous game of exploring the edges of an existing attraction was one thing. Encouraging it would be insane. The rules of this game were quite clear. If awareness and attraction were building blocks, they could do what children who weren’t friends could do. Check out the shapes and colours of the blocks. Shift them around a little and make pleasing shapes. Parallel play.

      What they could not do was play together. To make anything that would undoubtedly lead to joining more than building blocks.

      ‘I hope this isn’t going to be another winch job,’ she said casually as she followed the men into the office where they would get details of the mission and do the initial map work.

      But it was and again Mikki was left on station to keep herself busy. Not that there was any shortage of options. The stack of articles Tama had copied for her sat on a coffee-table near where he’d been sitting, and Mikki picked up one of the few she hadn’t read yet titled ‘Air Medical Transport of the Cardiovascular Patient’.

      She sat down with every intention of absorbing what she needed to know concerning aspects such as the risk of patient deterioration due to a decrease in barometric pressure with rising altitude.

      Was it her imagination that the soft cushions of this chair were still warm from their previous occupant? That there was a faint, musky, very masculine scent surrounding her?

      Whatever. It was enough to make Mikki pull her feet up and curl deeper into the chair, oblivious to the faint smile curving her lips.

      ‘Cardiac reserve,’ she muttered aloud, her tone resigned. ‘The ability of the heart to increase output in response to increased demands.’

      For the first time, as he watched the figure on the ground get smaller and smaller, Tama felt a pang of disappointment that Mikki had been left behind.

      Had it really only been last week when he’d been wishing so fervently for a mission that would enable escape from her company?

      Josh seemed to be reading his mind as Steve banked the helicopter and their forward speed increased.

      ‘Damn shame the mouse couldn’t come.’

      ‘It’s an injured tramper. We’re not likely to find a close landing space in that kind of bush.’

      ‘Get her winch trained, then,’ Steve suggested. ‘I’ll bet she’s keen.’

      ‘It’s way too early to even think about that,’ Tama growled.

      His colleagues were silent for a moment. Wondering why he was in a bad mood perhaps? And who was he trying to convince, anyway? Them or himself?

      ‘She’s capable enough,’ Josh said. ‘Look at the way she threw herself into the HUET. Amazing!’

      Tama simply grunted. They could think what they liked about his mood. He wasn’t about to admit his total agreement. Not out loud, that’s for sure. No reason not to let his mind play along those lines, though.

      The princess was amazing all right and not just for the physical courage she had displayed during the underwater escape training.

      She hadn’t whinged once about being left behind on mission after mission. She’d been using her time constructively to devour the pile of written material Tama had actually intended to daunt her. All those heavy articles on the conditions they could be expected to transport and considerations that came with treating complications at high altitude and in a confined space.

      Josh broke into his thoughts. ‘You know, it could be useful to have a doc who’s winch trained.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘There’s stuff she’d be qualified to do that we can’t.’

      The disturbing notion that Dr Elliot could end up being better at this job than he was hadn’t occurred to Tama.

      ‘Like what?’ he snapped.

      ‘Oh, I dunno. Amputations?’

      ‘We can take on-line direction for treatment that’s out of our protocols if it’s a last resort.’

      ‘Yeah, but how much time does it take to find a doctor who can talk us through something like that? And what about, say, a thoracotomy?’

      ‘Cracking a chest in the field? Are you kidding? Just how likely do you think it would be for someone to survive that?’

      ‘They do it in ED.’

      ‘Almost never. And they generally have a cardiothoracic surgeon to do the procedure and a theatre to tidy up in afterwards.’ Tama knew he was being dismissive. Probably sounding more and more grumpy, but he didn’t like the idea of Mikki ending up better than him. To have something he’d worked for so damn hard handed to her on a plate—like everything else in her life.

      ‘Hey, I’m just saying.’ Josh shook his head, abandoning the conversation. ‘I reckon the mouse would be good to have around, that’s all. She’s really into the whole helicopter scene.’ He grinned at Tama. ‘She’s got the hand signals down pat, you have to admit that.’

      ‘Yeah.’

      Tama turned his head to stare down at the ground. They were approaching the rugged, bush-covered hills that lay between the city and the coastline. Somewhere down there lay an injured tramper who was probably hypothermic by now because it had taken his friend a good few hours to walk out and call for help.

      That’s what he should be thinking about. Not replaying the mental footage of Mikki standing in front of them, her face a mixture of satisfaction and an eagerness to impress, moving her body like some football team’s head cheerleader.

      It wasn’t just the hand signals she’d mastered, though, was it?

      She’d also learned the layout of the back of the helicopter by now and could find anything in the Thomas pack in no time flat. It had been fun testing her yesterday.

      ‘Find a large trauma dressing.

      ‘Where are the spare batteries?’

      It could have been a game judging by the smile with which Mikki produced whatever she was asked to find.

      ‘Magill forceps.

      ‘Chest decompression kit.

      ‘Sharps container.’

      She got fast enough to need СКАЧАТЬ