Rescued By Her Mr Right

‘I’ll bet Blake hated the idea.’

‘My dad’s not stupid.’ Sam shook her head. ‘He offered to donate the same amount of money he would spend on the wedding to Médecins Sans Frontières because he knows how passionate Blake is about helping to provide medical care in developing countries. Did I tell you that we’re thinking of getting a posting next year? Just for three months or so. Maybe in Africa.’

But Harriet was distracted by the idea of a luxurious island holiday that would be a part of her bridesmaid’s duties.

‘So it might happen, then? An island wedding?’

‘Well, Blake did have a funny look on his face when he said that his mum had never had a tropical island holiday in her life.’

‘What’s his mum like?’

‘Lovely. Tough. She’s still struggling to come to terms with her limitations after the stroke.’

‘We’d have a lot in common then.’

Sam’s face creased into serious lines. ‘You’re doing amazingly well, Harry. Better than anyone expected. Better than you expected, I would think. Could you have imagined yourself scrambling down a cliff a few months ago?’

‘No way...’

‘You should have heard Jack singing your praises. He really does think that you could come back on board. If you want to, that is...’

Harriet shrugged, turning to check on her patient. She smoothed white, fluffy hair back from May’s face and the old woman stirred and groaned softly.

Being part of the team wasn’t an option, she knew that. But, oh...the pull was there, wasn’t it? The longing...

‘Maybe one day,’ she murmured. ‘When I’m capable of doing everything that I could do before the accident.’

Which would be never.

‘Perfection is overrated,’ Sam said. ‘We’re a team and everyone brings something a bit different to the overall performance. You could still contribute a lot more than you’re giving yourself credit for.’ She was chewing her lip now. ‘And...and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Pete there any more.’

‘I’m not worried. I don’t hate him, Sam. I understand that it would never have worked out.’ Harriet managed a smile. ‘Turns out that broken hearts heal faster than broken legs. Who knew?’

‘Mmm... Still, I couldn’t believe it when I heard what you’d done. You must be so proud of yourself.’

‘You know what? I think I am.’ The warmth of the internal glow she was still aware of wasn’t just due to hearing that Jack had been singing her praises. Harriet was proud of herself. Proud of her leg standing up to the challenge and of overcoming her fears enough to challenge herself that much.

‘I just wish someone had got a photo of that.’

Harriet laughed. ‘Maybe I should have fished my new camera out and taken a selfie halfway down the cliff.’

‘Oh, my God...’ Sam’s jaw dropped.

‘What?’

‘I’ve just had the most brilliant idea.’

‘What’s that?’

‘That could be your contribution to the team—until you’re ready for the whole deal. You could be our official photographer.’

‘No...’ The suggestion made Harriet cringe more than a little. ‘That would be like going on a ride-along in an ambulance. Being a thrill seeker who just gets in the way.’

‘Didn’t sound like you got in the way on that ledge. Jack said you were right back in the swing of things, helping with the gear and the splint and everything.’ She was looking thoughtful now. ‘Bet he would have loved a photo of winching that guy up to the chopper.’

A distressed sound made Harriet’s head turn swiftly. May’s pale blue eyes were wide open. And frightened.

‘Oh, where am I?’ Her words were trembling. ‘What’s happened?’

‘It’s okay, May.’ Harriet took hold of her hand and stroked it with her thumb. ‘We’re in X-Ray. You’ve hurt your leg and we need to find out if something’s broken. I’m here with you. You’re safe.’

‘I hurt my leg? How did that happen?’

Sam was looking at her watch. ‘I’ve got to run. My lunch break’s over in two minutes.’

Harriet could see an X-ray technician heading towards them. ‘And it looks like it might be our turn. I’ll call you later.’

‘Yes...do that. I haven’t even asked about the dog yet. Is it true that you’ve sneaked him into your apartment?’

‘Shh...it’s a secret.’

‘Don’t think it’ll stay that way. Kate already knew.’

‘That’s because her great-aunt Alice is letting him out for me when I’m at work. And she and Angus took him out yesterday because they had a day off.’

Sam was on her feet and already heading for the doors of the X-Ray waiting area. ‘Just yell if there’s anything I can do to help. Like taking him for a run.’

‘Thanks, but Jack’s coming to give him a good run on the beach tonight. It’s all good.’

‘We’re going to the beach?’ May sounded thoroughly confused now. ‘I don’t mean to be rude, dear, but I don’t like sand.’

Harriet smiled, standing on the pedal to release the lock on May’s bed. ‘Don’t worry, May. Not you. It’s Harry the dog who’s going to the beach.’

She could see that she’d confused her elderly patient even more now but fortunately she didn’t have to explain the odd coincidence of having the same name as the dog. The X-ray technician was holding May’s hand to check her ID bracelet.

‘Just the person we’ve been waiting for.’ His smile was cheeky. ‘Are you ready for your photoshoot, Mrs Greene? You look like you’re ready to start your modelling career.’

May perked up and seemed to become far more aware of her surroundings. Was she actually batting her eyelashes?

‘I like that young man,’ she whispered to Harriet as he went ahead to open the doors to the X-ray room.

Harriet grinned. ‘I think he’s a bit young for you, May.’

May tutted. ‘When you’re as old as me, dear, you’ll realise that it doesn’t matter. Age is just a number.’

Harriet was still smiling as she pulled on a lead apron so that she could stay close to May and make sure she didn’t move. She might be determined to get back to her more exciting position in the ICU but moments like these—when you got a glimpse of the personalities within these frail old bodies—were a joy.

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