The Package Deal: Nine Months to Change His Life / From Neighbours...to Newlyweds? / The Bonus Mum. Jennifer Greene

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      His sodden jacket and sweater were off. There was a towel around his chest.

      His pants were coming off. He grabbed at them but too late—they were down past his knees and further.

      The face washer was working faster.

      ‘Heinz, leave the man alone. He’s all sandy,’ a voice said. ‘He’ll taste disgusting.’

      His rescuing angel was alive and bossy again, and for a moment relief threatened to overwhelm him. She’d survived. They both had.

      He opened his eyes. There was a light to his left, a flame, a crackling of wood catching fire.

      A dog was between him and the flame. A scruffy-looking terrier-type dog, knee-high, tongue dangling for future use and his tail waving hopefully, like adventure was just around the corner.

      His pants disappeared. He had what seemed like a towel around his torso. Nothing else?

      A blanket was lowered over his chest on top of the towel. Fuzzy. Dry. Bliss!

      Not over his legs.

      ‘Now let’s see the damage.’ The bossy, prosaic voice was becoming almost a part of him. He wanted to hold on to that voice. It seemed all that stood between him and the abyss. ‘But first let me wriggle a blanket under you. I need to get you warm.’

      Two hands held him, hip and chest. They rolled, slowly but firmly, just enough to haul him on his side. His leg responded with even more pain, but her body held him close enough to her to stop his leg flopping. The rolled blanket slipped under, unrolling so he had a base that wasn’t sand. Her hands rolled him the other way and he was on a makeshift bed.

      It had been a professional move.

      She was a roller-derbying medic?

      ‘Who...who are you?’

      ‘I told you. Mary to my friends. Smash ’em Mary to those who get in my way.’ She hauled something else over the top of him, some kind of quilt. Soft and deep.

      He was naked? How had that happened?

      He wasn’t asking questions. The blanket was under him. The quilt was on top. The beginnings of warmth...

      If it wasn’t for his leg he could give in to it but his leg was reminding him of damage with one vicious jolt after another. The fearsome throbbing left room for little else, pushing him back to the abyss.

      She had a torch and was playing its beam down on the source of pain. He felt light fingers touching, not adding to the pain, just feather-light exploring.

      ‘I want an X-ray,’ she said fretfully.

      ‘I’d assumed you’d have the equipment,’ he managed, trying desperately to get his words to sound normal. ‘X-ray equipment in the next room.’ What else did she have in this cave? That he was lying on a blanket under a quilt with a fire beside him was amazing all by itself. The pain eased off for a moment but then...

      Jake.

      Jake was suddenly front and centre, his body dangling precariously from the chopper.

      ‘Who’s Jake?’ she asked. Had he said his name aloud? Who knew? His head was doing strange things. His body was no longer under his control.

      ‘My...my brother,’ he managed. Hell, Jake... ‘My twin.’

      ‘I’m guessing he was on the boat with you.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Idiots,’ she said, bitterly. ‘Off you go, great macho men, pitting yourselves against the elements, leaving your womenfolk lighting candles against your return.’ She was still examining his leg. ‘I remember my dad singing that song, “Men must work and women must weep...and the harbour bar be moaning...”’ I bet you didn’t even have to work. I bet you did it just to prove you’re he-men.’

      It was so close to the truth he couldn’t answer. He and Jake, pushing the boundaries for as long as he could remember.

      ‘No...no womenfolk,’ he managed.

      ‘Except me,’ she said bitterly. ‘Lucky me. Was Jake with you? Could he be down on the beach as well?’

      And he knew, he just knew that, no matter how warm and safe this refuge was, if he said yes she’d be out there again, scouring the beach for drowned sailors. She’d passed out from exhaustion and yet she was ready to go again. This wasn’t a woman for weeping. This was a woman for doing.

      ‘No,’ he managed.

      ‘You got separated?’

      ‘We were well clear of the rest of the fleet, making a run for the Bay of Islands.’

      ‘Which is where you are.’

      ‘Great,’ he managed. ‘But I hadn’t planned on floating the last few miles.’

      ‘And Jake?’

      ‘They tried to take him off.’ He was having real trouble getting his voice to work. ‘The last run of the rescue chopper.’

      ‘Tried?’

      ‘They lowered a woman with a harness. The last I saw he was hanging on to the rescue rope off the chopper.’

      ‘Was he in the harness?’

      ‘Y-yes.’ Hell, it was hard to think. ‘They both were.’

      ‘Well, there you go, then,’ she said, in such a prosaic way that it broke through his terror. ‘So the last time you saw him he was being raised into a rescue chopper. I know those teams. They never lose their man. They’ll bring him all the way to Auckland dangling from his harness if they have to, and he’ll get the best view of the storm of anyone in the country. So now I can stop fretting about idiot Jake and focus on idiot Ben. Ben, I reckon your kneecap is dislocated, not broken.’

      ‘Dislocated?’ What did it matter? Broken, dislocated, if he had his druthers he’d have it removed. But there was an overriding shift in the lead around his heart. Jake was safe? What was it about her words that had him believing her?

      But she was now focused on his leg. ‘You’ve figured I’m a nurse?’ she demanded. ‘I spent two years in an orthopaedic ward and I think I recognise this injury. Given normal circumstances, I wouldn’t touch this with a barge pole. If it’s broken then I stand to do more damage. But we’re on the edge of a cyclone. The island you’ve been washed up on is the smallest and farthest out of the group and I have no radio reception. There’s no way we can get help, maybe for a couple of days. If I leave this much longer you might be facing permanent disability. So how do you feel about me trying to put it back?’

      He didn’t feel anything but his leg.

      ‘Ben, I’m asking for a bit more of that he-man courage,’ she said, her voice gentling. ‘Will you trust me to do this?’

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