the proof in her relatively easy breathing when pain wasn’t interfering. ‘Might have known you’d be bossy.’
His smile hit her hard. ‘It goes with the territory and stroppy patients.’
Putting as much indignation into her voice as she could muster, she growled, ‘I’m stroppy?’
‘Yep.’ Harrison’s eyes were focused on her chest, purely to check she was breathing normally.
A twinge of regret came and went. She didn’t want him thinking of her as anything other than a patient. Not really. But it was nice to be noticed by a good-looking guy occasionally. ‘Have you always worked on the helicopters?’
‘No, I’m an emergency specialist so I’ve spent most of my time in emergency departments. Working on rescue choppers is different. It takes some getting used to not having a whole department filled with every bit of equipment I require.’ He might be talking trivia but there was nothing trivial about the way he was checking her over.
She could get to like this man. If she didn’t already.
‘I can imagine.’ He was right. She had to let go and trust him to look after her, but it was hard. She never gave control to anybody over even the most insignificant thing. And this wasn’t insignificant. Thump, thump, went her head. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t give him the go-ahead. She just couldn’t.
As he carefully removed her helmet, Harry asked, ‘Have you lost consciousness at any time?’ Seemed he had no difficulty taking charge, regardless of what she thought.
As he’s meant to.
‘Twice. I think. Maybe three times.’ And about to again if the clouds gathering in her skull were any indication. She’d been trying too hard to say what was needed without slurring or forgetting what she had to tell him and it was taking its toll.
‘Pulse is rapid. I’d say you’re in shock.’ Firm yet gentle fingers touched her neck, her skull, her jawline. If only they could stop the pain.
She guessed she couldn’t have everything.
Please let me be able to walk away from this.
Fog expanded in her head, pressing at her skull.
‘Sienna, can you hear me?’ Was that Harry? Harrison. ‘Yes.’ But there were drums in the background. The humming in her ears also added to the noise.
Firm fingers slid over her skull, pressing lightly, feeling for trauma. ‘From the state of that helmet you hit something with your head. At least the helmet did what it was meant to. There doesn’t appear to be any damage to your skull, though you probably have mild concussion.’ Then he was listening to his radio, and confirmed what she heard loud and clear. ‘The weather’s closing in. The guys above say we have to hurry or we’ll be stuck here until the storm passes.’
‘What storm?’ Come to think of it, she was feeling chilly. But that would be shock. Wouldn’t it?
Come in, Dr Burch. You know your stuff.
‘Am I cold or is the reaction to my crash setting in?’
‘Both,’ answered Harry, slipping a neck brace into position. ‘This’ll keep your head still.’
A male voice came through the radio in his shirt pocket. ‘Sorry, have to back off now, Harry. Hang in there. I’ll return as soon as viable.’
The tree she’d come to a halt against rustled and leaves dropped onto her. ‘Don’t let them go.’ She had to get to hospital and sort out her injuries.
‘Not a lot of choice,’ Harry told her before easing her cycling shoes off. ‘Can you feel me touching your toes?’
‘Yes.’ Relief swarmed through her.
‘Wriggle them.’ There was a reciprocating relief in his dark eyes. ‘Good.’
Neck immobilised, tick. Feeling in feet, double tick. ‘My shoulder?’
But Dr Harry was working his way up her legs, as in how a doctor would, not a lover. As she’d said earlier, this just wasn’t her day. ‘Your ankle’s okay. Lots of bruising would be about as bad as it gets.’
Those fingers... Sienna sighed. Gentle, and warm, and enticing. As if she could succumb to their hidden promise.
Where did that come from?
Had to be the bang on her head. Her brain had been derailed. Whatever, it was good to let these wonderful sensations take over. They relaxed her, made her forget a little of why she was here, and had her thinking one bottle of wine wouldn’t be enough to take across to his apartment.
Dr Deep Voice continued. ‘Unfortunately I didn’t bring my X-ray machine to check your shoulder.’
Typical relax-the-patient talk. ‘Funny...not.’
‘For someone who’s knocked herself out, bashed up her body and got into difficult terrain, you have a lot to say. But I can tell you the shoulder’s not dislocated, and from the normal angle I’d hazard a guess it’s not broken either.’
‘I’ll give that box a half-tick, then.’
Large, oh, so gentle hands prodded her stomach, moved up towards her ribcage. Deep concentration tightened his face.
‘Ow!’ She gasped as sharp pain struck. ‘What—?’
‘Take it easy.’ He pressed her back against the ground with that firm hand she was beginning to recognise for its warmth and strength.
Sienna hadn’t realised she’d moved. ‘Tell me.’
But he’d turned away to talk into the radio that had crackled into life against his expansive chest. ‘Yo... What’s happening up there?’
‘Weather bomb coming in fast. You’re going to have to hang in on your own for a period yet. We’ll be back ASAP.’
She mightn’t know the voice but she sure knew that warning. ASAP meant ‘in a while, even a long while’. ‘Isn’t there another way out of here?’ There was a road just above them.
Harry was shaking his head. ‘Afraid not. You picked about the worst spot on this road to fall off. The slope is all but vertical. Hauling you up it is not an option. We’re going to have to wait it out. The thermal blanket will protect you from the wind and keep you warm.’
The wind had picked up, and now rain slashed at them, driving in sideways. Sienna shivered. Every part of her body hurt, some worse than others. She wanted to cry from it all but instead drew a deep breath and held on—just. Things kept going from bad to worse, and she only had herself to blame. ‘But if there aren’t any broken bones or internal injuries I can give getting to the top a crack. Better than lying here.’
‘You banged your head, remember?’ He was removing nasal prongs from a container. ‘Do you remember what happened?’
‘I—’ lost focus and rode into the middle of the road then
