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‘You’ve changed, you know, Rachel,’ he said at last.
‘Oh, dear,’ she said, ‘that sounds ominous. Although I suppose it’s inevitable, really, after all this time, that one would look older…’
‘I wasn’t talking about looking older.’
‘Well, I’m sorry I’m no longer pretty,’ she said with a short laugh.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he said softly, and suddenly she realised he was right behind her, so close that if she moved as much as an inch they would be touching. She froze.
‘Your hair,’ he went on, ‘it’s lovely. You used to wear it shorter, but I like it long like that.’
She sensed rather than saw him reach out his hand, then was aware that he was touching her hair. This wasn’t happening, she told herself; she couldn’t let this happen—it had taken her months, no, years to get over him the last time, if she ever had. She simply couldn’t let it happen again. She moved away from him on the pretext of taking the sugar bowl from the cupboard above the worktops. Stretching up, she opened the cupboard doors, and it was then that she felt his arms go round her.
POLICE SURGEONS
Love, life and medicine—on the beat!
Working side by side—and sometimes hand in hand—
dedicated medical professionals join forces
with the police service for the very best
in emotional excitement!
From domestic disturbance to emergency-room drama,
working to prove innocence or guilt,
and finding passion and emotion along the way.
The Police Doctor’s Discovery
Laura MacDonald
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘NICK!’ She stopped dead as the main doors of Westhampstead Police Headquarters closed behind her and the dark-haired man talking to the desk sergeant turned to face her.
‘Rachel...?’ There was a flash of something in his eyes along with recognition—shock? Pleasure maybe? She wasn’t sure, she only knew that her heart had turned over at the sight of him and even now was hammering uncomfortably in her chest. ‘What are you doing here?’ The eyes as dark as his hair narrowed slightly.
‘I could ask you the same question.’ She managed to speak lightly, even though her heart continued to perform gymnastics at the sudden and unexpected sight of this man who had once meant so much to her.
‘I work here,’ he said simply, ‘or didn’t you know?’
‘I knew you were a policeman certainly, but I thought you were with the Metropolitan Police.’
‘I was,’ he said, ‘but I’ve recently transferred back here to Westhampstead.’
‘So we’ve both come home.’
‘You’ve returned?’
‘For the time being, yes.’ She swallowed, still struggling to control her reactions. ‘One of the partners at the group practice is taking a year’s sabbatical—I’m filling in for him.’
‘So how can we help you?’
‘Dr Beresford.’ The voice of the duty sergeant broke in and Nick Kowalski turned slightly towards the man, whom to Rachel’s relief seemed to know exactly who she was and why she was there. He extended his hand and enclosed hers in a huge paw-like grip. ‘I’m station sergeant—Harry Mason.’
‘I thought I’d come and familiarise myself with the place before I’m called out,’ said Rachel, aware that beside her Nick had grown very still.
‘Called out?’ He frowned and just for a moment Rachel was glad that she had this slight advantage over him.
‘Yes,’ she said smoothly, ‘I’m to provide medical cover for this station.’
‘I thought that was Steve O’Malley’s job,’ said Nick and Rachel thought she detected a sudden sharp edge to his voice, almost as if greeting her and talking to her were one thing but having her work there was another thing altogether.
‘It’s Steve who’s on sabbatical,’ she replied calmly. ‘Like I said, I’m taking his
