in my dreams,’ he said. ‘For real. I won’t take your help.’
‘This is Smash ’em Mary you’re talking to. I’m tough.’
‘This is a five-feet-five-inch runt I’m talking to. Let me be.’
‘You want to sign an indemnity form so if you fall down the cliff it’s not my fault?’
‘It’s not your fault. How could it be your fault?’
‘Of course it could be,’ she said, and there was a sudden and unexpected note of bitterness beneath her words. ‘Somehow it always is.’
* * *
He managed. He got outside and in again. He almost made it back to his makeshift bed but he had to accept help for the last couple of yards.
He felt like he’d been hit by rocks. Maybe he had been hit by rocks.
Propped up on pillows again, he was handed beef casserole. Excellent casserole.
There were worse places for a man to recuperate.
‘How did you manage this?’ he demanded, intrigued.
‘There’s a solar-powered freezer in the cabin,’ she told him. ‘The solar panels were one of the first victims of the storm so I packed a pile of food and brought it here. I loaded whatever was on top of the freezer so who knows what the plastic boxes hold. This time we got lucky but we might be eating bait for breakfast.’
‘The storm came up fast, then?’
‘The radio said storm, tie down your outdoor furniture. They didn’t say cyclone, tie down your house.’
‘This isn’t a cyclone,’ he told her. ‘Or not yet. I’ve been in one before. This is wild but a full-scale cyclone hits with noise that’s unbelievable. We’re on the fringe.’
‘So it’s still to hit?’
‘Or miss.’
‘That’d be good,’ she said, but he heard worry.
‘Is there someone else you’re scared about?’ he demanded. He hadn’t thought...all the worrying he’d done up until now had been about Jake.
‘You,’ she said. ‘You need X-rays.’
‘I’m tough.’
‘Yeah, and you still need X-rays.’
‘I promise I won’t die.’ He said it lightly but he somehow had the feeling that this woman was used to expecting the worst.
Well, she was a nurse.
Nurses didn’t always expect the worst.
‘I’d prefer that you didn’t,’ she said, striving to match his lightness. ‘I have a pile of freezer contents that’ll be fine for up to two days but then they’ll decompose. If you’re decomposing too, I might be forced to evacuate my cave.’
He choked. Only a nurse could make such a joke, he thought. He remembered the tough medics who’d been there in Afghanistan and he thought...Mary could be one of those.
The nurses had saved Jake’s life when he’d been hit by a roadside bomb. Not the doctors, they had been too few in the field and they’d been stretched to the limit. Nurses had managed to stop the bleeding, get fluids into his brother, keep him stable until the surgeons had time to do their thing.
He kind of liked nurses.
He kind of liked this one.
He ate the casserole and drank the tea she made—he’d never tasted tea so good—and thought about her some more.
‘So no one’s worrying about you?’ he asked, lightly, he thought, but she looked at him with a shrewdness he was starting to expect.
‘I’ve left a note in a bottle saying where I am and who I’m with, so watch it, mate.’
He grinned. She really was...extraordinary.
‘But there is no one?’
‘If you’re asking if I’m single, then I’m single.’
‘Parents?’
That brought a shadow. She shook her head and started clearing.
She was so slight.
She was so alone.
‘You want to share a bed again?’ He shifted sideways so there was room under the quilt for her.
She must be cold. The temperature wasn’t all that bad—this was a summer storm—but the cave was earth-cool, and the humidity meant their clothes were taking an age to dry.
She was wearing a T-shirt but he’d felt it as she’d helped him back into bed and it was clammy.
She needed to take it off. This bed was the only place to be.
She was looking doubtful.
‘It’ll be like we’re flatmates, watching telly on the sofa,’ he said, pushing the covers back.
‘I forgot to bring the telly.’
‘That’s professional negligence if ever I heard it.’ Then he frowned at the look on her face. ‘What? What did I say?’
‘Nothing.’ Her face shuttered, but she hauled off her T-shirt and slid under the covers—as if the action might distract him.
It did distract him. A woman like this in his bed? Watching telly? Ha!
He pushed away the thought—or the sensation—and managed to push himself far enough away so there was at last an inch between their bodies.
The temptation to move closer was almost irresistible.
Resist.
‘So tell me why you’re here?’ he asked. If she could hear the strain in his voice he couldn’t help it. He was hauling his body under control and it didn’t leave a lot of energy for small talk.
Mary was an inch away.
No.
‘Here. Island. Why?’ he said, but the look on her face stayed. Defensive.
‘You. Yacht in middle of cyclone. Why?’ she snapped back.
And he thought, Yeah, this lady has shadows.
‘I’m distracting my brother from a failed marriage,’ he told her. He didn’t do personal. The Logan brothers’ private life was their own business but there was something about this woman that told him anything he exposed would go no further.
Armour on his part seemed inappropriate. Somehow it was Mary who seemed
