‘I’m sorry…I don’t mean to make a fuss, but I can’t go to hospital—I’ve got papers to deliver. And what about the baby?’
Terry laid her hand reassuringly over Maisie’s, recognising the signs of shock in the girl. ‘Don’t worry about the papers—they’ll get sorted. Just tell me the baby’s name.’
‘Amy—she’s only four months. And…and she’ll need a bottle soon.’
‘Look, Maisie, you both must go and be checked over and however well Amy looks it’s best to make sure she has no hidden injury. They’ll want to observe her for a few hours and if she needs feeding, the hospital will make sure she’s looked after. And I’ll see the papers are delivered if you’ll tell me where they’re to go to.’
‘Thank you,’ whispered the girl. ‘They go to the newsagent’s, Mathesons, just across the road from here.’ She sighed bleakly, ‘I don’t know how I’ll tell my boyfriend. It’s his car and he’ll be furious I’ve crashed it.’
‘He’ll just be glad you’re both OK,’ reassured Terry.
Terry’s eyes followed the doctor pacing about the car park as he spoke on his mobile. She might have guessed he’d be a doctor, a policeman or a fireman—someone who was used to dealing with emergencies. He had the confidence of knowing what he was doing, and it showed—he was someone you could trust, she thought wistfully. Then she shrugged irritably, cross with herself for thinking that. Just because he was a doctor, it didn’t mean he’d be any more reliable than anyone else. Didn’t she know only too well that even the most credible of people could let you down and ruin your life?
The biker doctor came back, stuffing his mobile in his pocket.
‘It’ll be here very soon…’ He halted, his expression suddenly changing to one of alarm as he sniffed the air. ‘Hell! We’ve got to get them out, pronto,’ he yelled. ‘Can’t you smell the petrol? There must be a leak. The damn thing could go up in flames any second. Let me undo that safety belt.’
He turned to the small crowd of onlookers gathered a short distance from them. ‘We need a man here to help us,’ he shouted.
Two or three men ran forward. ‘Tell us what you want us to do,’ said one of them.
‘Help me slide Maisie out and lift her carefully, supporting her neck, and if two others could take her legs. Then we need to get that baby out of the back.’
For a moment Terry felt herself back in Casualty, forming part of a team in an emergency where splitsecond decisions had to be taken. This man was right, of course. The risk of fire was imminent, and they had no choice but to get the people out as quickly as possible. She helped to hold Maisie’s back as they edged her out, her neck being supported by the doctor, who shouted out instructions to the others, then they laid her on Terry’s jacket which she’d put on the ground.
Terry squeezed Maisie’s hand comfortingly. It was vital that the girl, already in shock, was kept as calm as possible. ‘Now it’s Amy’s turn,’ she said.
The aperture to the back of the car was very small, constrained by the buckling of the car’s chassis. No way could a large man get through it.
‘I’m doing this,’ said Terry firmly. ‘I can get through that space.’
‘Oh, no, you won’t.’ The biker tried to push in front of her. ‘It’s up to me—it’s too damn dangerous.’
‘And you’re too damn big to get through,’ retorted Terry angrily. ‘I thought you said there’s no time to waste. Don’t let’s argue about it.’
Their eyes sparked across at each other aggressively for a second then reluctantly he gave way, allowing her to push herself into the small opening.
‘You win,’ he muttered. ‘I’ll try and force this door a bit more.’
By squeezing herself sideways, she managed to wriggle her body to the squashed rear of the car. Stretching forward with every sinew, she reached the baby and fumbled with the child’s safety harness. It seemed terribly difficult to undo but behind her she could hear the distinctive deep voice of the biker.
‘You’re doing well. Press the button in the middle of the harness firmly and squeeze the two sides together…sometimes they’re quite stiff.’
There was something reassuring about that measured voice and when Amy began to scream as this unfamiliar person tried to extricate her from her seat, Terry concentrated on what the biker was telling her and did her best to ignore the smell of petrol that seemed to get stronger every second.
‘It’s all right, darling—don’t cry. You’ll soon be with your mummy,’ she murmured in her most soothing tones whilst still struggling desperately with the catch on the harness. Suddenly the spring release worked and the belt came apart.
‘Ah…gotcha!’ she said triumphantly.
She pulled the child towards her, hugging her to her chest and backing out as quickly as she could. Waiting hands took the crying baby to the side of the car park near to where her mother was lying, and Terry toppled back as someone’s arms caught her and prevented her falling to the ground.
‘Well done,’ said the biker’s familiar voice gruffly. ‘You did a good job there.’ His arms held her close to him as he helped her across to the side of the car park. ‘Come on, now—let’s get you away from this vehicle.’
Her legs felt like jelly but he took her weight easily, almost carrying her to one of the benches by the dock railings. He took off his leather jacket and put it round Terry’s shoulders and she gave a shaky laugh. ‘You seem to make a habit of helping me.’
He leaned forward and brushed away a piece of mud that was on her cheek. ‘Sure you’re OK?’ he asked, smiling at her, his face so close to hers that she could see the beginnings of evening stubble on his chin and the dark flecks in his extraordinarily blue eyes.
His breath was on her cheek as he looked at her and unexpectedly she felt a funny little shock of attraction ripple through her body. She took a sharp intake of breath and got up hastily from the bench, stepping back from him unsteadily. What the hell was happening? Not so long ago her life had been ruined by a man and she’d vowed it would be a long time before she’d look at the opposite sex again. Here she was only fifteen minutes into her new life and behaving like a schoolgirl who’d just seen a pop star! Her goal when she came to Scuola was to devote her life to medicine and put romance behind her—and that was what she was going to do!
‘I…I’m perfectly fine,’ she said in a measured tone.
His eyes held hers for a second, his expression contrite. ‘I’m afraid I was a bit abrupt with you back then. I just didn’t want you putting yourself in danger.’
‘We both had cross words—all in the line of duty,’ she replied. Quickly she went to kneel beside Maisie and her baby, who was in the arms of one of the men who had been helping, and pushed this hunky guy to the back of her thoughts.
‘You’ll soon be in good hands,’ she comforted the young girl. ‘And little Amy looks very lively.’
‘Thank you,’ whispered Maisie. ‘Thank you for getting Amy out. I thought
