Summer With Love: The Spanish Consultant. Sarah Morgan

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      Good?

      Oh, yes, he was good. Better than good. Jago was so skilled that he might have invented sex.

      And she’d trained herself never to think about it. Never to remember those few weeks. The agony was too acute.

      And now, for some unfathomable reason, her sister was making her talk about it.

       She never talked about it.

      ‘That’s enough, Lib.’ Her voice was hoarse and she lifted a hand to loosen her collar, only to remember that her dress had a scoop neckline.

      The constriction came from within.

      Her memories were suffocating her.

      ‘You loved him, Katy. He was the one,’ Libby said softly. ‘The one.’

      Her father in one of his terrifying rages. It ends now, Katy. He’s gone. You won’t be seeing him again.

      Her childlike belief that her father was wrong.

      ‘I kept thinking that he’d come for me,’ she murmured, talking as much to herself as to Libby. ‘I thought our love was strong enough to survive anything. How could I have been so wrong?’

      ‘You were crazy about him, Katy.’ Libby’s tone was gentle. ‘It was true love. How can you marry Freddie after what you had with Jago?’

      ‘It’s because of what I had with Jago that I’m marrying Freddie,’ Katy said hoarsely. ‘And Jago never loved me. How could he have loved me and walked away?’

      She could see now that he’d been way out of her league. A sophisticated, ruthless man so practised in the art of seduction that someone as emotionally and physically innocent as her had never stood a chance. He’d been with her for the novelty value, whereas she’d fallen for him like a skydiver without a parachute and had been left emotionally devastated when he’d ended the relationship.

      And she knew that she never wanted to experience that depth of emotional intensity again.

      Which was why she was marrying Freddie.

      Freddie was safe and predictable and she always knew how her body would behave around him, whereas being with Jago had been a journey into the unknown. A breathless, exciting, terrifying journey. Every look, every touch had caused an explosion inside her that had left scars.

      Scars that had never healed.

      ‘Jago wouldn’t be standing around talking to your father’s friends,’ Libby murmured, not meeting her eyes. ‘He’d be sending you hot looks and dragging you into the bushes, and he wouldn’t give a damn what anyone thought.’

       His voice, rough with masculine triumph. ‘You’re mine now, Katy.’

      Desperation swamped her and she dropped her champagne glass and ran across the lawn and up the steps, ignoring Libby’s attempt to stop her.

      She had to get away.

      Her car was parked in the front.

      She’d drive.

      She’d just drive, and then she’d be all right.

      She could leave the memories behind.

      Alex stepped up to his sister, his blue eyes narrowed. ‘Did it work?’

      Libby bit her lip and stared after Katy, guilt and anxiety clouding her eyes. ‘Judging from her reaction, I think it might have worked a little too well. Oh, hell, Alex, are you sure we’re doing the right thing? You know she hates talking about it and usually we go along with that.’

      Alex rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, displaying a rare departure from his customary cool. ‘She’s marrying a man she doesn’t love, Lib, for all the wrong reasons. Anything is worth a try.’

      Libby’s eyes shone a little too brightly. ‘But I hurt her.’

      ‘And you think she won’t hurt when she finally wakes up and realises that she’s made a mistake marrying Freddie? And anyway …’ Alex paused and took a long slug from his glass of champagne. ‘You only made her talk about stuff she thinks about all the time.’

      ‘I felt like a total rat, not telling her about Jago,’ Libby mumbled. ‘What’s she going to do when she finds out that he’s now a doctor and working in her hospital?’

      ‘She’ll be shocked, but she needs to confront her past and get on with her life instead of bottling it up,’ Alex said firmly. ‘It’s the right thing to do. Stop worrying.’

      Libby glared at her brother. ‘How come you’re always so damned confident about everything? Aren’t you even remotely worried he’ll hurt her again?’

      Alex’s jaw hardened. ‘We both know that Dad was somehow responsible for the first time, which was why I didn’t go after Jago eleven years ago, but if he hurts her again …’ There was a brief pause and the warmth of his tone dropped several degrees. ‘Then I’ll kill him. Now change the subject. Dad’s spotted you at last and he’s on his way over. Better hitch that skirt up another inch, Lib. I can’t quite see your knickers.’

      

      CHAPTER TWO

      ‘RTA COMING in, Jago.’ Charlotte, one of the A and E sisters, replaced the phone and turned to the consultant. ‘Young female had to be cut out of a car. Apparently it’s taken them a while to free her.’

      Jago lifted night-black eyes from the X-ray he was studying, his handsome face sharply alert. ‘Details?’

      ‘Not many. Head and chest but I don’t know how bad.’ Charlotte tilted her head, studying his face, marvelling at how unbelievably gorgeous he was. It didn’t matter how long she’d worked with him, she still stared. All the female staff stared. As one of the cheekier nurses had quipped, ‘Some staffrooms have posters of heartthrobs—we have the real live thing.’ Charlotte pulled herself together. ‘I can hear the siren.’

      Jago nodded briefly. ‘Get someone to check Resus while we meet the ambulance.’ With that he yanked the X-ray out of the light-box and strode through the department, broad-shouldered and confident, pausing briefly to hand the X-ray to one of the casualty officers. ‘If you take a close look at this, you can see a lunar dislocation on the lateral view, Alison. You missed it.’

      Aware of his reputation for zero tolerance when it came to clinical mistakes, the young doctor regarded him warily.

      ‘I—I didn’t request a lateral view.’

      The consultant’s voice was silky smooth. ‘But fortunately I did.’

      ‘The AP view looked normal, Mr Rodriguez—’

      ‘Which is why you should also have requested a lateral view X-ray.’ His tone was icy cold and СКАЧАТЬ