One Night With Her Boss. Alison Roberts

      Tama had his arms right around her, and it took a moment for Mikki to realise she was clinging to his neck as he trod water out in the middle of the dive pool. She tried to answer but couldn’t speak yet. She tried to move but Tama’s hold tightened.

      ‘Be still,’ he advised calmly. ‘Get your breath back.’

      There was something so gentle in that command to ‘be still’ that Mikki found herself transfixed. Almost hypnotised.

      Their heads were so close.

      Close enough to kiss.

      Where had that come from? Involuntarily, Mikki’s gaze dropped to Tama’s mouth, and desire hit somewhere deep in her belly with the kick of a mule. He had the most kissable mouth she’d ever seen. Lips that looked so soft but had such firm lines. Lines that were currently crooked, with one side pulled up into the hint of a smile.

      Mikki’s gaze shot up to find Tama watching her very steadily. His gaze dropped to her mouth.

      Oh…Lord! Had he guessed what she’d been thinking about? And the way he was looking back at her now…was it possible he’d been thinking the same thing?

      Yes.

      Alison Roberts lives in Christchurch, New Zealand. She began her working career as a primary school teacher, but now juggles available working hours between writing and active duty as an ambulance officer. Throwing in a large dose of parenting, housework, gardening and pet- minding keeps life busy, and teenage daughter Becky is responsible for an increasing number of days spent on equestrian pursuits. Finding time for everything can be a challenge, but the rewards make the effort more than worthwhile.

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      ONE NIGHT WITH HER BOSS

      BY

      ALISON ROBERTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘I WON’T do it.’

      ‘Won’t do what? Hey, wait up, Tama!’

      Tama James covered his head with a determined shove of his helmet. He scowled at his partner, Josh, as he swung himself into the rescue helicopter waiting for them on the tarmac, its rotors already turning.

      ‘I just won’t do it and that’s that.’

      ‘Nice attitude, mate.’ The chopper pilot, Steve, grinned at Tama. ‘I’ll just radio ahead and let the cops know so they can tell that poor blighter in the car that’s rolled off the hill, shall I?’

      ‘I’m not talking about the job.’ Tama snapped his safety belt on.

      Josh clicked his microphone into place. ‘He’s talking about whatever just went down in the station manager’s office. You should’ve seen his face when he came out of that meeting.’

      Steve requested clearance, got the helicopter airborne and quickly turned onto a flight path that would lead them to the accident site—their fifth and hopefully last callout for the day.

      ‘What aren’t you going to do, then?’ he asked a couple of minutes later.

      Tama made a growling sound that was magnified by the communication channel built into their helmets.

      ‘Babysitting,’ he said disgustedly.

      ‘I don’t get it.’ Josh sounded puzzled. ‘Weren’t you having a meeting with the boss and Trev Elliot?’

      ‘Sir Trevor?’ Steve whistled. ‘Doesn’t he own the finance company that funds this rescue service?’

      ‘Yes on both counts,’ Tama responded gloomily.

      ‘So what’s that got to do with babysitting?’

      ‘Sir Trevor has a daughter.’ Tama made the word sound like an unfortunate encumbrance. ‘One who’s decided she likes the idea of joining our service.’

      ‘And?’

      ‘And we’re not that far from Broken Hills.’ Tama clicked the mouse on his laptop. ‘I’ll check the GPS co-ordinates for the incident.’

      ‘Not required,’ Steve told him. ‘I can see beacons.’ He banked the helicopter into another turn. ‘Police, fire service and ambulance are already on site, they just can’t bring the victim up from the vehicle.’

      They circled over the scene. A car had left the road and lay, upside down, several hundred metres from any kind of level surface. It was good for the helicopter crew that there were no trees on the hillside but the car must have been travelling at a good speed by the time it had hit the rocky outcrop, which wasn’t so good for the occupant. Emergency service personnel had scrambled down the hillside but it was obvious that conditions were tricky.

      Tama pushed thought of Sir Trevor’s daughter from his head.

      ‘Definitely a winch job,’ he announced. ‘No way anyone could carry a stretcher up that hill.’

      ‘And we’re well over thirty minutes’ drive from the nearest hospital.’ Josh was also peering downwards as they hovered. ‘Nappy or stretcher for the winch?’

      ‘Let’s find out.’ Tama changed radio channels to put him in touch with the ground ambulance crew. ‘Update on status and injuries?’ he requested.

      ‘Open fracture of the femur. Chest and abdo injuries.’

      ‘Status?’

      ‘Two. His breathing’s painful, though. A few broken ribs at least. BP’s down. Moderate blood loss—he wasn’t found for a while. We’ve got fluids up, pain relief on board and a traction splint in place.’

      ‘Excellent. We’ll be with you asap.’ He didn’t need to confer with Josh to decide that a stretcher was necessary. It might be a lot quicker and easier to pick someone up with a nappy harness but this victim’s injuries were too severe to make that an option.

      Steve had widened his circle as Tama was talking. ‘We can put down here and empty the back,’ he said. ‘The less weight the better with the way this wind’s picking up.’

      Emergency-vehicle beacons twinkled from a distance as the light faded and Steve put the helicopter down on a nearby hill. Tama and Josh worked swiftly to remove

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