right.’ Ben turned round and grinned at her. ‘Of course they will. Sorry. I didn’t mean to get my knickers in a twist!’
They both laughed, Ben at his own stupidity, Gemma at the joke, although Ross didn’t join in. Ben and Gemma seemed very friendly all of a sudden. Far more friendly than he would have expected, although wasn’t it tradition that romantic sparks should fly between the best man and the bridesmaid? Had Ben been looking forward to upholding that tradition, perhaps? Well, if that was the case, maybe it was a good job the wedding had been cancelled.
The force of that thought surprised him so much that the car swerved as he pulled a little too forcefully on the steering-wheel. ‘Ice,’ he said briefly to excuse his error. He glanced in the rear-view mirror, expecting Gemma to smile with her customary understanding, but she was staring straight ahead with an expression of such terror on her face that he was instantly contrite. The last thing he wanted was to scare her witless!
The rest of the journey passed without incident, mainly because Ross refused to let his mind wander again. The paramedic car had already arrived when they reached the canal so Ben went to speak to the driver. Ross unloaded their gear, piling everything on the ground next to the car.
‘Help yourself to anything you need,’ he told Gemma when she came to help him.
‘Thanks.’
She picked up a woollen hat and pulled it on, silky tendrils of silver-gold hair peeking out from under the brim, and that funny wobbly feeling started up again in the pit of Ross’s stomach. Lifting out the haversack, he swung it over his shoulder and headed towards the footpath that led to the canal.
‘I’ll go and see what’s what,’ he said tersely, determined to keep a rein on his emotions before they got him into trouble.
‘I’ll come with you,’ she said immediately, grabbing a pair of gloves.
They climbed over the stile, followed the path through the copse then ground to a halt at the sight that met them. The whole arm of the crane, complete with a huge metal girder it had been lifting, had buckled and was straddling the canal from one bank to the other. Sections of metalwork had sheered off when it had collapsed and had rained down on the men who’d been working below. Ross could see a number of people lying on the ground and several others, including a boy of about ten, wandering about looking dazed. Turning to Gemma, he rattled out instructions.
‘You check the guy nearest to us while I take a look at the crane driver. I’ll check out the child first, though—I don’t want him hanging around here any longer than is necessary. Do what you can but don’t waste time if it doesn’t look hopeful. Speed is of the essence here. Ben should be along soon so don’t do anything stupid. And keep well away from the crane. That thing could collapse at any moment and I don’t want you underneath it if it does.’
‘It would mess up the surgery rosters,’ she said, tongue in cheek.
‘Too damned right it would,’ he said with a half smile, afraid that she would realise that he was genuinely worried about her.
The thought shook him. Ross turned away and hurried over to the boy, feeling more confused than ever. For three years Gemma Craven had existed on the periphery of his life. He’d had no feelings for her, one way or another, yet all of a sudden he seemed to be awash with them. Why was it happening today of all days? Was it the shock of having his plans ruined that was causing him to behave this way?
It was the only explanation that made any sense. His life had been turned on its head today and all of a sudden he was seeing everything in a completely different light. It was strange that he should be so fixated on Gemma, though. She certainly didn’t fit his ideal of the perfect woman, didn’t tick all the right boxes…although she ticked a lot of others.
His mind slipped its leash again, haring headlong down a route he knew he would regret. Gemma was beautiful and sexy and far more feminine than any woman had a right to be. She had the most fabulous figure, gorgeous legs, hair that made his fingers tingle whenever he imagined touching it, and that was just for starters. She was also kind and sympathetic, good at her job and blessed with a sunny nature that made light of the most arduous tasks.
Tick, tick, tick. Box after box was being checked off and there was nothing he could do to stop it happening. Some were the same boxes he’d ticked for Heather, but there seemed to be even more to tick for Gemma. As he put a comforting arm around the boy’s shoulders, he had to force down the feeling of panic that assailed him. For the first time in ages, he was responding instinctively and that was why he was finally seeing Gemma for what she was—a beautiful, sexy and desirable young woman. A woman he wanted.
The thought shocked him so much that Ross had to take a deep breath before he was able to speak. Turning the boy to face him, he performed a quick visual scan while he checked for injuries. Apart from a gash on his forehead, the child appeared unharmed, although he was obviously very frightened.
‘My name is Ross and I’m a doctor,’ Ross said gently. ‘Can you tell me your name, son?’
‘Jamie,’ the boy whispered tremulously.
‘Right then, Jamie, can you tell me if you’re hurt?’
‘My head hurts a lot,’ he muttered. Tears suddenly welled to his eyes. ‘I thought that crane was going to fall on top of me!’
Ross quickly sat Jamie down on the ground when his face turned paper white under his shock of bright red hair. ‘It’s OK, son. You’ve had a fright and that’s why you’re feeling a bit dizzy. Just put your head between your knees for me and you’ll feel much better in a moment or two.’
He crouched down and waited until the colour came back to the boy’s cheeks then checked him over. ‘It doesn’t look as though you’ve hurt yourself too badly. That gash on your forehead must be sore, though. It may need a couple of stitches, but that will be sorted out at the hospital.’
He glanced round, mentally crossing his fingers that Jamie’s father wasn’t amongst the severely injured. The site had been closed to the public for several months while work was being carried out, but it wouldn’t be the first time a parent had allowed his child to accompany him to a job. ‘I take it that you’re here with your dad, so do you know where he is?’
‘I didn’t come with my dad,’ Jamie admitted, looking guilty. ‘Mum and Dad have gone Christmas shopping. My sister was supposed to look after me, but her boyfriend phoned and Becky told me to get lost and stop pestering her. I thought I’d come and have a look at the crane ’cos I’ve been dying to see it.’
‘Ah, I see. So I take it that your mum and dad don’t know you’re here, then?’ Ross said, rapidly filling in the gaps. He sighed when the boy shook his head. ‘Right, then the first thing we need to do is let them know what’s happened.’
He asked Jamie for his phone number and called his home. Jamie’s parents were back from their shopping trip and frantic with worry because he’d gone missing. Ross explained what had happened and assured them that Jamie wasn’t badly injured. They agreed to go straight to the hospital, so he handed the boy over to the paramedic who would take him there in the car. At least he hadn’t had to break bad news to them, he thought as he watched the paramedic usher him away. The situation could have been a lot worse, although he suspected that Jamie and his sister might find that Santa wasn’t quite as generous with his presents this year!
Ross hurried over to the crane and carefully climbed up into the cab. The driver was unconscious and
