he told Colin. ‘I’m going to splint it for you now, and then we’ll get you into the ambulance and off to hospital.’
Sarah watched Ben as he worked. He had a sure touch, and she could see that anyone who came into his care would be well looked after. There was no hesitation, no debating what to do, and each procedure followed on from the one before like the turning of a well-oiled engine.
‘Is this what you do every day?’ she asked softly, as he beckoned to the paramedics who were coming from one of the ambulances.
‘Emergency work, you mean?’
She nodded. ‘Yes. I was wondering if you worked with the ambulance service or whether you’re based at the local hospital.’
‘It’s a bit of both, actually.’ He worked with the paramedics to lift the patient onto a stretcher, and made sure that he was strapped securely in place. ‘I’m based in the A and E department at Woodvale Hospital, but I’m often called out with the ambulance service if there’s a multiple accident.’
‘Oh, I see.’
He studied her for a brief moment. ‘What about you? Are you not at work today?’
‘I was on my way to work when this happened.’
He nodded, and then directed the paramedics to transport the patient to the ambulance. ‘I expect you’ll be delayed for a while longer. The police will want to hear your account of what happened.’
‘Yes, I imagine they will.’
He was already turning away to go with his patient, and Sarah remained where she was. Ben inclined his head briefly towards her, and then it was as though he had dismissed her from his thoughts. His attention was solely on the injured people.
That was how it should be, of course. He had been focused on his work the whole time, and finding that Sarah was already here had been just a momentary distraction, one that had actually worked to his advantage when he had enlisted her help. She doubted that he would even give her a second thought after this.
A small qualm of unease ran through her. Why did it bother her that he might so easily dismiss her from his mind? She frowned. Perhaps it was all part and parcel of her mindset since the trauma that had happened to her.
She had lost her memory and therefore she was by association unmemorable—wasn’t that the case? After all, no one had come looking for her to tell her that she belonged within his or her family unit, had they? It was one more thing that made her doubt herself and wonder where she belonged.
She braced her shoulders. She had to put all that behind her. She had her child, her work and the chance of a new beginning, and wasn’t it a fact that she could turn some of this to her advantage? Everything that had occurred this morning would make for an excellent news item for the local paper, wouldn’t it?
It wouldn’t take her long to write her exclusive account of what had gone on, and as she had her camera with her in her bag, this was an ideal opportunity for her to take some photos of the wrecked vehicles.
No sooner had the thought sparked in her mind than she started to act on it. She rapidly took several snapshots of the scene, quelling a sudden uprising of guilt by telling herself that there had been no fatalities, and that she would be foolish to miss this chance of a story. This was her livelihood after all.
Then, while she waited for the policeman to come and question her, she took out a notepad and started to draft the article.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’
She jumped as Ben’s voice sounded in her ear. ‘I’m sorry. What do you mean?’
‘I saw you taking photos. How could you do that? Don’t you have any sense of propriety?’
‘It’s my job,’ she said, on a defensive note. ‘I write for the local paper.’
His expression was cynical. ‘Is that supposed to be an excuse? Don’t we have enough people behaving like ghouls, feasting on other people’s tragedies?’
‘You don’t know anything about the way I write,’ she said, her voice taut. ‘Why should you assume the worst?’ She glowered at him. ‘Anyway, shouldn’t you be concerning yourself with your patients?’
‘You’re right.’ He glanced over at the ambulance where the paramedic was getting ready to close the doors at the back of the vehicle. ‘I can see that I’m just wasting my time talking to you.’
He walked briskly over to the ambulance and climbed in the back without a second glance in her direction.
Sarah watched the vehicle pull away, aware of a slow tide of dejection washing over her. How would he react when he discovered that she was going to be living next door to him? He had already formed the worst possible opinion of her.
She pressed her lips together. Most likely, once he was over the initial shock, he would simply leave her to her own devices.
That suited Sarah well enough. She had enough problems to cope with, without having to fathom the mindset of a reclusive neighbour.
CHAPTER THREE
‘I WANT you to come into the house now, Emily,’ Sarah called from the kitchen. ‘I’m just getting your supper ready, and then it will be time for bed.’
Emily, though, wasn’t taking too much notice of what she was saying. The overgrown garden was proving too much of a temptation, with its sheltering shrubs and lots of hidden nooks and crannies, and so far she had only managed to explore a small part of it to her satisfaction.
Moving to the cottage had been a great adventure as far as Emily was concerned, and in a way that was a relief for Sarah, because she had been worrying about what effect changing homes would have on her.
The phone rang as Sarah was about to go and bring the child into the house, and she hesitated before deciding to answer the call. Keeping an eye on the little girl through the kitchen window, Sarah picked up the receiver.
‘How are you getting along?’ Carol asked in a cheerful tone. ‘Have you managed to make any more headway with the unpacking? I know Emily was keen to look through all the boxes.’
‘I’m nearly there,’ Sarah told her. ‘Emily thought it was a treasure trove, finding the toys that you had passed on to her, and I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for giving me all that bed linen and the bits and pieces for the kitchen. It was so good having you here to help out this afternoon. I don’t know how I would have managed otherwise. Emily’s really excited. She seems to have taken to the place, but she did make me promise that I would bring her back to see you at the weekend.’
‘That would belovely.’ Sarah couldfeel the smile that must be on Carol’s face. ‘Actually, I might see you before then. I’ve just realised that I have a couple of good-sized rugs stored up in the attic that might come in useful for you. I had them cleaned before they went up there, so they should be in a reasonable condition, and they might make the place look a bit more cosy. I could bring them over tomorrow some time, if you like.’
‘That would be great,’ Sarah said.
‘I’ll
