a little girl you know well, covered in blood and not breathing. I—I just couldn’t concentrate.’
‘That happens to the best of us.’
She was willing to bet it had never happened to him. ‘I’ve never even tied a tourniquet before.’
‘Join the army,’ he suggested, and reached for another stone. ‘You get to tie quite a few. Believe me, it’s a talent I’d willingly not have to use ever again. You were fine. Stop worrying.’
‘There was so much blood.’
‘Yeah—it has a habit of spreading itself around when you hit an artery.’
‘It didn’t worry you.’
‘Blood?’ He shrugged. ‘No, blood doesn’t worry me—but emotion …’ He gave a hollow laugh and threw the stone. ‘Now that’s a different story. When they discharge her from hospital, you’re the one that’s visiting.’
She curled her toes into the soft sand. ‘I remember Jayne from school.’
‘Me, too. I think I might have kissed her once.’
‘You kissed everyone.’ Except her. She turned to look at him. Fresh stubble darkened his jaw and in the dim light he looked more dangerous than ever.
He flung another stone and then leaned back on his elbows, watching her through narrowed eyes. ‘What the hell are you doing out here at this hour, Flora Harris? You should be tucked up in bed, having exhausted yourself with a fat book.’
Flora drew a circle in the sand with her finger. ‘You think I’m so boring, don’t you?’
‘Trust me, you don’t want to know what I think.’
‘I already know.’ Her heart thumping, she looked at him. ‘I’m probably the only girl on Glenmore that you haven’t kissed, so that says quite a lot.’
‘It says that I still had some decency, despite what the locals thought of me. You weren’t exactly the kind of girl to indulge in adolescent groping.’ Conner glanced towards the crowd on the beach, barely visible in the darkness. ‘You didn’t do late-night beach orgies. I suppose you were studying.’
‘Yes, I probably was.’ Flora thought of the life she’d led. ‘Dad hated me being out too late. He always worried about me.’
‘You were a good daughter. You never once slipped off the rails, not even for a moment. That’s good. Be proud of it.’
‘It was easy to stay on the rails because my rails were smooth and consistent. I lost Mum but I still had Dad.’ She glanced at him, hesitant about saying something that would upset him. ‘It must be very stressful for you, coming back here after so long. You had such a difficult childhood and all the memories are here.’
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