in behind you and sort it out.’
He’d definitely earned his Sir Galahad badge. ‘Thanks.’
‘No worries.’
A few moments later she took a deep breath, released the handbrake and crawled along the road. The car smacked into the kerb twice more, jolting her, but then she reached the bottom of the hill. To her relief, she managed to stop before the line. And as soon as she turned onto the main road she could feel that the surface had been gritted. No skiddiness. Everything was absolutely fine.
There was a red car following her: Sir Galahad from the hill. She flashed her hazard lights twice and gave him the thumbs-up sign to let him know that she was perfectly OK now. He imitated her sign—but a couple of miles later she noticed that he was still following her.
He was still behind her when she turned off towards the hospital.
And he was still behind her when she pulled into the car park.
Surely he should have turned off by now? Why was he still there?
Stop being stupid, she told herself sternly. Of course the man wasn’t a stalker or some kind of maniac. He was just a stranger who’d spotted her looking as if she was in trouble—which she had been—and he’d been kind enough to make sure she reached her destination safely. He’d drive away again in a moment. She was still just a bit rattled from that horrible out-of-control feeling as she’d slid down the hill. Overreacting. Being silly.
But then he parked two spaces away from her.
Too close for comfort.
Lisa took a deep breath and blew it out very, very slowly. So, what were her options? One, she could make a run for it and hope she made it through the hospital doors before he did. Two, she could face him down. Three, she could call the police.
Option one: the chances were, he’d be able to run faster than she could. So, no.
Option two: brave, but foolish.
Option three: and tell them what, precisely? That a man had parked two spaces away from her? Pa-a-a-thetic.
She went for option four. Stay still and see what he did next. She was in a locked car, so she was perfectly safe where she was.
Lisa pretended to be looking in her handbag for something and waited, watching the red car out of the corner of her eye.
The door opened. The driver got out, shrugged a coat on and headed straight for the hospital entrance. He didn’t even so much as glance in the direction of her car.
Her whole body went limp with relief—and embarrassment. How stupid had she just been? Convincing herself that her Sir Galahad had turned into a stalker. For goodness’ sake! It was obvious that either he worked here or he was visiting someone.
And she’d better get a move on or she was going to be late. On her first day. Not good at all.
She grabbed her handbag and coat, locked the car door behind her and headed for the emergency department.
Ten minutes later Julie, one of the staff nurses, was showing Lisa around the ward. They were just passing the cubicles when a curtain twitched back and a doctor in a white coat emerged.
Lisa blinked hard. She recognised those amazing eyes from the gap above her steamed-up window. And the rest of him was even more gorgeous. Movie-star handsome—high cheekbones, a strong jaw and sensual mouth that made you want to beg him to use it on you. Broad shoulders, narrow hips and capable hands. The kind of man women lost their heads over—big time.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen such a beautiful man.
If he ever went out wearing a black poloneck sweater and black trousers, every woman who saw him would be a quivering puddle of hormones within seconds.
‘Hey, Joel.’ Julie smiled at him. ‘Meet our new SHO, Lisa Richardson. Lisa, this is Joel Mortimer—he’s our registrar.’
‘Sir Galahad.’ Lisa spoke without thinking.
Julie raised an eyebrow. ‘Am I missing something?’
‘He came to my rescue when I got stuck on some ice on the way to work this morning,’ Lisa explained.
‘Oh, right.’ Julie smiled. ‘That figures. Rescuing’s what Joel does.’
Lisa’s pulse missed a beat. Was he a volunteer doctor with the air ambulance crew, too? Would she end up in a helicopter with him, sitting so close that their knees touched? Oh-h-h. Her temperature had just shot up ten degrees.
Before Lisa could embarrass herself by asking, Julie added with a grin, ‘Though usually it’s in his skimpy red trunks.’
Please, please don’t let me be hyperventilating at the idea of a man this gorgeous wearing the skimpiest of clothes, his wet hair slicked back and his body glittering in the sun with droplets from the sea, Lisa begged silently.
Joel groaned. ‘Don’t listen to a word she says. I do not wear skimpy trunks. I’m a coastguard, not a lifeguard.’
Coastguard? Not part of the air ambulance crew, then. Lisa was shocked by the disappointment that surged through her.
‘You wore a pair of skimpy red trunks for the charity auction,’ Julie reminded him, laughing.
‘Only because Beth nagged me into it. And that was your fault. You put the idea into her head in the first place, you horrible woman,’ Joel informed her, smiling back.
Beth? His wife? Lisa glanced at his left hand—no sign of a wedding ring. Though maybe he just didn’t wear one.
‘I suppose at least you didn’t wax your chest. Or bleach your hair and get a fake tan,’ Julie teased.
Beautiful hair, Lisa thought. So dark it was almost black. Glossy, tousled curls which he’d clearly raked back with one hand, though a lock of hair flopped forward over his forehead. She suppressed the urge to reach forward and brush it back. Just.
‘Thanks for stopping and helping me this morning,’ she said awkwardly.
‘No worries. You’re not the first one who’s been caught out on that hill, and you won’t be the last. If I’d realised you were coming here, I could’ve offered you a lift,’ he said with a smile.
And, lord, what a smile. It actually made her knees go weak.
Very, very bad. Joel Mortimer was definitely someone to stay away from.
‘So you’re a coastguard as well as a doctor?’ she asked, hoping that her voice sounded completely normal—though she had a nasty feeling that she sounded breathless and a bit squeaky, like a schoolgirl asking her favourite pop star for an autograph.
He shrugged. ‘As a volunteer. They call me if they need me.’
The air ambulance service here was run on a similar basis, staffed mainly by volunteers. In London, she’d been on secondment to HEMS for six months and had loved every minute of it. Here, the paramedics on the air ambulance crew were full time but the doctors
