“Put your left leg in this loop.”
It was easy enough to put all her weight on her uninjured ankle to poke her foot through the loop, but JJ had no choice but to hold on to Ben’s shoulder when she needed to lift the other foot. She could feel her cheeks reddening even before he began to slide the loops up her thighs.
“I can do that.”
“Take them right up. High as you can. They’re elasticized, so they shouldn’t be either too tight or too loose.” Ben straightened up to take the ends of the waistband and thread a strap through the central buckle. He pulled it tight but then put a fingertip beneath the belt and ran it across her belly.
Dear Lord...that sensation in JJ’s gut felt like a trail of small flames.
“Most important thing is to make sure that this band sits over the top of your hip bones,” Ben said. “That way, you’ll still be safe even if you get tipped upside down.”
JJ already felt as if something was being tipped upside down. She didn’t dare look directly at Ben...
Dear Reader,
It’s always a treat to spend time enjoying the special things in your life, isn’t it?
Special people, of course, and places that are special for whatever reason. I had a wonderful weekend recently where I was able to do both at the same time—staying with friends in Central Otago, which has been a favorite part of New Zealand for me since I spent so many summer holidays there as I grew up.
Coincidentally, I was already revisiting the town and small rural hospital I had placed in Central Otago for a previous book—Melting the Trauma Doc’s Heart—because I remembered a character in that story and it felt like Ben, the paramedic, needed a story of his own.
Joy Hamilton has taken the locum position because she’s trying to prove to herself that she’s not as boring as other people seem to think she is. It’s not a great start when she runs over a sheep that happens to be on the road, sprains her ankle and manages to annoy the gorgeous local paramedic. Things can only get better, though, surely, and it’s certainly not a boring start to this new chapter in her life...
Alison Roberts xx
Unlocking the Rebel’s Heart
Alison Roberts
Alison Roberts is a New Zealander, currently lucky enough to be living in the South of France. She is also lucky enough to write for the Harlequin Medical Romance line. A primary school teacher in a former life, she is now a qualified paramedic. She loves to travel and dance, drink champagne, and spend time with her daughter and her friends.
Books by Alison Roberts
Harlequin Medical Romance
Twins Reunited on the Children’s Ward
A Pup to Rescue Their Hearts
A Surgeon with a Secret
Royal Christmas at Seattle General
Falling for the Secret Prince
Medics, Sisters, Brides
Awakening the Shy Nurse
Saved by Their Miracle Baby
Rescue Docs
Resisting Her Rescue Doc
Pregnant with Her Best Friend’s Baby
Dr. Right for the Single Mom
Melting the Trauma Doc’s Heart
Single Dad in Her Stocking
The Paramedic’s Unexpected Hero
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
Praise for Alison Roberts
“Ms. Roberts has delivered a delightful read in this book where the chemistry between this couple was strong from the moment they meet... The romance was heart-warming.”
—Harlequin Junkie on Melting the Trauma Doc’s Heart
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT FROM THE NEUROSURGEON’S UNEXPECTED FAMILY BY DEANNE ANDERS
CHAPTER ONE
THERE WAS NO way to avoid the collision.
Paramedic Benjamin Marshall might have had quite a few years’ experience speeding around the rural roads of Central Otago in New Zealand, sometimes pushing his ambulance to the limits on sharp bends, steep hills or even gravel surfaces if he was on the way to an emergency but this time, there was nothing he could do but slam on his brakes and hope for the best when he came around a blind bend to find a car barely off the road, with its driver’s door wide open.
Far worse than the horrible thud and screech of metal being mangled as the front bumper of the ambulance tore the door off the car and shunted the whole vehicle forward was the sight of a pair of flailing arms from a person who’d been standing directly in front of the car. Ben got a blurred impression of a slim body, a rope of long, dark hair and arms that were looking oddly graceful as they swam through the air. Arms that vanished at alarming speed as the body disappeared into the deep ditch of a water race that ran along the side of the road as part of the local farm irrigation system.
The shocking thought that he might have just killed someone was foremost in Ben’s mind but he couldn’t simply jump out of the ambulance to go and find out. He knew, all too well, what could happen if he didn’t take the few seconds needed to do something to protect others. He’d seen it happen before. One accident on top of another that had caused totally avoidable fatalities. Slamming his vehicle into reverse, he hit the switch for the beacons before he began moving, to provide a visual warning for anyone else that might be approaching that blind corner. At least any vehicles coming around the bend from the other direction had more than enough room on the other side of the road. Fortunately, the road on this side was still clear and he was able to stop the ambulance, fast enough to skid in the loose gravel on the verge, in a position that could be seen from a distance and would prevent another accident. Ben was already running at the same instant his feet hit the ground as he jumped from the driver’s seat. Pushing the car further off the road was an urgent task as well, he noted as he ran past it, but that was nowhere near as imperative as finding out if there was someone drowning in that ditch.
‘Hey,’ he called loudly. ‘Where are you? Are you hurt?’
The silence was ominous. The kind of silence you only got on a road like this, surrounded by farmland for endless miles in every direction, framed by an impressive mountain range in the distance that still had heavily snow-covered peaks in this first month of spring. Ben could hear the tremulous bleating of a newborn lamb that was somewhere close. He could also hear what sounded like a loud sniff of someone who...was crying? Or trying not to, perhaps.
Two more strides and he was on the edge of the water race. The water at the bottom wasn’t deep enough to completely cover the sheep that was lying in the ditch but its head was certainly under water and probably had been for some time.
‘It’s dead...’ The woman hunched on the edge of the bank rubbed at her nose. ‘It was my fault. I killed it.’
‘It happens.’ Ben crouched in the long grass of the verge beside her. ‘The sheep shouldn’t have been on the road and it’s lucky that you didn’t try and swerve which could have put your car into the ditch and killed you.’ He was looking at her carefully, trying to assess how badly she might have been hurt when she’d been hit by her own car. Or was he making an assumption, here?
‘Were you alone in your car?’
She nodded. ‘Of course I was.’
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Oh? Why was it something that should have been obvious? Was she always alone in her car? In her life? Ben blinked away the blip of curiosity.
‘Where were you headed?’
It was good to keep her talking. He could see that she wasn’t having any trouble breathing. Her colour looked okay and a quick body scan didn’t reveal any sign of major blood loss happening. The bottom of her jeans and the ankle boots she was wearing looked soaked, however—as if she’d already been in the ditch to try and help the sheep before climbing out to go back to her car.
Maybe if he’d been a few seconds later, she would have already driven away from the scene. But he hadn’t been later and he couldn’t leave this woman to wait until any other help arrived. He still needed assurance that she wasn’t injured and that wet clothing meant she was going to need some shelter very soon. The sleeves of the neat fitting jumper were also wet but at least that was woollen and would offer some protection against a breeze that still carried the bite of winter temperatures.
‘Cutler’s Creek,’ she responded. ‘I don’t think it’s that far away.’ She turned to look over her shoulder at the crumpled bonnet of the car. At the driver’s door that was almost completely detached and was twisted enough to be mostly lying on the grass. She screwed her eyes shut as if she rather not see the evidence of what had just happened. She also let out her breath in an unhappy sigh.
‘You’re right,’ Ben said. ‘You’re not far away. Not that you’ll be going anywhere in that car. Let me check you out and then I’ll call for some help.’ The relief that he hadn’t caused a major injury was wearing off and Ben was starting to feel seriously annoyed that this woman had done something as stupid as creating an obstacle on the road that could have killed someone else. ‘Our local cop, Bruce, is a dab hand at sorting stuff like this,’ he told her. ‘You’d be surprised at how often this kind of thing happens. Especially to tourists.’
‘I’m not a tourist.’ She had the nerve to sound offended.
‘Then maybe you should’ve known better than to leave your car in the middle of the road.’ Ben was quite used to keeping his tone calm no matter how much someone annoyed him. He needed that ability when you couldn’t know what else might be going with a patient—like a head injury, perhaps. Or low blood sugar. But this woman didn’t look as if her brain function was compromised in any way. She was looking at him as if he was the culprit when it came to doing something stupid. He sucked in a measured breath. ‘Nobody coming round that bend had a hope of seeing your car in time to stop safely.’
‘I tried to get off the road but I could see there was a ditch. And I had to stop—I’d just hit something...’
‘And you needed to leave your door wide open as well?’
She looked startled. Ben could see the moment that she realised she’d done something dangerous because she hadn’t even thought about any potential repercussions. She looked more than startled, actually. The way her eyes widened and her lips parted made her look horrified.’
‘So... Are you injured? Do you have any pain anywhere?’
It only took a blink for her to refocus. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘I don’t need checking out.’
‘You just got hit by a vehicle.’ Ben couldn’t resist a verbal nudge. ‘Like that sheep.’
‘Shunted is a more accurate description. It barely touched me. I just lost my balance and fell into that ditch.’ She was looking at the unfortunate sheep again. ‘I landed on my feet. I’m fine.’
‘I’m a paramedic. It’s my job to make sure you’re really fine.’
‘I’m a doctor,’ she flashed back. ‘And if I was hurt, I could take care of myself.’ She was struggling to get to her feet as she spoke and Ben could see her wince in pain as she put weight on her left foot even though she was clearly doing her best not to let it show.
He could also see her face much better now that she had turned. Her eyes were almost as dark as that long braid hanging over her shoulder. So dark, they were making her face look paler. Or maybe that was due to the pain she was obviously in.
‘Where’s it hurting?’
‘It’s nothing. Just a bit of a sprain, I expect.’
‘You’ve got X-ray vision, then, Dr...?’
‘Hamilton.’ The polite response to his query about her name was almost reluctant. ‘Joy Hamilton. And you are...?’
‘Ben Marshall. Station manager for the local ambulance service.’
She was looking almost disconcerted now which was a bit odd but maybe it was embarrassment instead, as the realisation that she’d done something so stupid was sinking in. Why was she heading for Cutler’s Creek anyway? Ben wondered. Was she a friend of one of their local hospital’s medical staff?
‘You a friend of Liv’s?’ he asked.
‘Who’s Liv?’
‘Wife of the head of our local hospital, Isaac Cameron. Daughter of the local legend who’d been running the place for decades until Zac arrived. Plastic surgeon. She came from Auckland but if you’re on the way to visit her, you’re out of luck. She’s in Dunedin, what with the baby still being in NICU.’
Dr Hamilton was looking bemused. ‘I’ve never met Liv. Never heard of her.’
‘Oh...sorry.’ Ben shrugged. ‘Guess you look like you belong in a big city.’
She did. Those were obviously designer jeans and expensive boots. She had the points of a white collar sitting neatly on either side of the neckline of her bright red jumper. She looked very neat all over, Ben decided, especially with her hair so tightly plaited. It gave the impression that she belonged somewhere like a library rather than anywhere in a busy hospital. Maybe her doctorate was in something like archaeology. Or philosophy? Not that it was any of his business and besides, he was aware of something else now. He could still hear the bleating of that lamb and the sound was getting louder. Distressed, even.
‘I do know Isaac Cameron,’ Joy Hamilton said. ‘I spoke to him on the phone before I decided to take...’ She stopped speaking as she noticed Ben tilting his head, looking for the direction the bleating was coming from. He had to give her credit for the speed with which she cottoned onto exactly what he was thinking.
‘Oh...that must have been why that sheep was on the road.’ Her brow was suddenly furrowed with deep concern. ‘There’s a baby here somewhere.’
She turned to start walking along the edge of the ditch. Or rather, limping heavily. It was Ben’s turn to frown as he tried to assess how bad that injury to her lower leg might be but then she turned her head to glare at him.
‘Why are you just standing there?’ she demanded. ‘Help me look for it.’
* * *
There was a sharp pain in her ankle every time she tried to put weight on it but Joy Hamilton wasn’t about to admit it. Not when Ben the paramedic would probably give her another one of those looks that told her she was too stupid to be allowed out of a city.
And maybe she was. She’d murdered a sheep. She hadn’t given a thought to any blind bend in the road behind her as she’d slammed on her brakes after that horrible thud and...how could she have been thoughtless enough not to make sure her door was shut properly after she’d jumped out of the car? She never did anything without thinking about potential consequences. She was the most careful person on earth, in fact.
How could she not be when she’d been brought up having to atone for the fact that her mother had been the complete opposite? She knew how to tick every box and to never miss any important details, which was exactly what made her so good at her job in emergency medicine.
So far, the only real risk Joy Hamilton had ever taken was to apply for the locum position at a hospital in the middle of nowhere, here in the South Island. She might not come from the country’s largest city of Auckland but her hometown was the vibrant capital of the country and, right now, Joy would feel a lot more comfortable walking on an inner city Wellington footpa
th than pushing through almost knee high grass on the edge of this isolated road.
That pain in her ankle was getting worse every time she stepped on it so it was quite possible that she did have a fracture but she’d been humiliated enough by the expression in this paramedic’s eyes when he’d asked whether she had X-ray vision. A patient kind of expression, with just a hint of amusement, as if he was dealing with a naughty child. Or someone with very limited intelligence.
Very blue eyes, she remembered now. So blue, in fact, that she turned her head as if she wanted to check that her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her. He was too far behind her to see properly but she took in the spiky brown hair with its streaks of blond that made him look like he spent a lot of time outdoors in the sunshine. If they weren’t hundreds of miles away from a beach, she wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he was into surfing. Not that she should be remotely interested in what this man’s hobbies might be. The realisation that the station manager for the local ambulance service, who already knew she didn’t belong here, was an undeniably gorgeous looking man only made this situation worse.
No...what really made it worse was the way he smiled at her as she looked back.
She knew that kind of smile. The gleam she would have seen in his eyes if she’d been any closer. This was the kind of man who revelled in anything unconventional. Created chaos, even, by an inability or lack of desire to follow rules. The kind of man her grandfather had had absolutely no sympathy for when their exploits resulted in damage to property or loss of life or limbs.
‘Should’ve followed the rules, shouldn’t they? They’re there for a good reason...’
The kind of man Joy had known to steer very well clear of for her entire life.
A bad boy...
She was definitely getting closer to the lamb, because the bleating was louder, but she couldn’t see where it was in this long grass. Then she heard Ben’s voice behind her.
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