Rescued: Mother and Baby

Rescued: Mother and Baby
Anne Fraser

Enter into the world of high-flying Doctors as they navigate the pressures of modern medicine and find escape, passion, comfort and love – in each other’s arms!Daredevil doctor to the rescue!Ever since nurse Georgie McArthur lost her husband it’s just been her and her little daughter, Jess. She doesn’t want another man in her life, so why do the rugged good-looks of emergency response doctor Logan Harris make her heart pound?He is a risk- taker…definitely not husband and father material! It seems Logan is on a one-man mission to challenge Georgie – making her dream of becoming a family once more. But Logan is soon to return to the army, determined to hide the scars no one can see – so how can he offer Georgie more than short-lived passion?

‘Have dinner with me,’ he said abruptly.

It wasn’t really a question, and the suddenness took her breath away. Flustered, she could only open and close her mouth like an idiot.

‘I don’t know if I’m ready to date again. I mean if it is a date…’ She flushed deeply as he grinned widely.

‘That’s kind of what I had in mind.’ His eyes dropped to the ring finger of her left hand. ‘Perhaps you’re right,’ he said softly. ‘But, Georgie, I only had dinner in mind. That’s all.’

Her heart was thudding uncomfortably in her chest. What should she do? There was no doubt she found him attractive, almost painfully so. It was just his career. Hadn’t she repeatedly told herself that she would never want to be with a man who put his life in danger almost every day of his life? Logan would be gone in three months. Far better that she keep her distance. On the other hand, it was just dinner. What was the harm in that? Two colleagues sharing a meal.

Confused by the conflicting emotions whizzing around her brain, she shook her head. ‘I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.’

Logan took a step back, surprise written all over his face. Georgie guessed that he wasn’t used to being turned down.

‘Of course,’ he said smoothly. ‘I understand. Maybe another time?’

‘Sure,’ Georgie mumbled. ‘Sorry, I’ve got to run.’ And before he could say anything else she took off, as if the devil himself was behind her.

Anne Fraser was born in Scotland, but brought up in South Africa. After she left school she returned to the birthplace of her parents, the remote Western Islands of Scotland. She left there to train as a nurse, before going on to university to study English Literature. After the birth of her first child she and her doctor husband travelled the world, working in rural Africa, Australia and Northern Canada. Anne still works in the health sector. To relax, she enjoys spending time with her family, reading, walking and travelling.

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Rescued: Mother and Baby

by

Anne Fraser

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To my daughter Rachel, with love.

CHAPTER ONE

GEORGIE MCARTHUR pulled herself up the almost vertical rock face, inch by painful inch. The day that had started with unseasonably warm sun was now, in true Scottish spring fashion, beginning to close in and the temperature was dropping rapidly. Despite the chill in the air, Georgie could feel perspiration beading her brow as she willed her stiff and unused muscles higher up the cliff. Taking a deep breath, she dug her fingertips into the rock and, finding the narrowest of footholds, dragged herself another couple of inches closer.

The ledge she was heading for was now only two feet above her and slightly to the right. This last bit of the climb was critical and she prayed the injured boy would stay still until she reached him. If he panicked now and the shelf crumbled, it could send him tumbling over the edge—and her along with him.

‘Stay as still as you can,’ she called out. ‘I’ll be with you soon, but I have to climb above you first. Okay?’ There was no reply. The child was hidden from her view by the ledge and Georgie fervently hoped he was all right.

Steadying herself, she continued climbing until she was above him. At last she could see him clearly. He was sitting huddled against the cliff wall, his legs in front of him, the left twisted at an unnatural angle. Without doubt it was broken, but how badly? The boy was pale and clearly distressed.

‘Almost there—just sit tight,’ Georgie said, inserting another bolt into the cliff. By climbing higher than the boy, she could suspend herself just above him until she made an assessment of the stability of the shelf of rock. The last thing she wanted was for her added weight to send them both plummeting to the ground.

Finally she was in position. The boy had been watching her wide-eyed while she’d made her preparations. He looked about nine years old, and his anxious, pain-filled eyes tugged at her heart. He was so little to be going through this on his own. Which begged the question: where was the adult—or adults—who had been with him? As far as Georgie knew, the call had come from a climber who had just happened to be passing when he’d spotted the brightly coloured jacket the boy was wearing. He’d immediately called the rescue services.

It had been Georgie’s bad luck to be visiting her brother Kirk at the mountain rescue clubhouse when the call had come through. The timing was all off. A few more minutes and she might have been out of the clubhouse and on her way home, absolved from feeling any responsibility for the young victim. But she had been there when the emergency had been phoned through.

‘There’s a problem up on Ben Nevis,’ Kirk had said grimly after answering his mobile phone. ‘A young lad is stuck on a cliff. No one knows how he got there, but it seems he’s hurt.’

Kirk had looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. ‘There’s no one else, Georgie,’ he’d said quietly. He’d glanced at the clock on the wood-panelled wall. ‘Damn it, I don’t think the others are going to be back any time soon and I can’t do much with this cursed wrist in a cast.’

Georgie had understood his frustration only too well. She’d known her action-mad brother had been angry with himself for not wearing protective gear when he’d gone go-karting four weeks ago. Now his arm was encased in a cast from wrist to elbow, confining him to the clubhouse, manning the phone.

He held her gaze as he dialled the number of the mountain rescue team and asked for an update. His face fell as he listened to the reply. Snapping the phone shut, he turned to Georgie.

‘They’re at least another hour and a half away from getting back—and the weather’s closing in. Damn, damn, damn.’

‘I can climb to him, Kirk.’ The words were out before she was aware she had been even thinking them. A little boy. Hurt. Alone. How could she not do something?

Kirk’s gaze swept her face. ‘Do you think that’s a good idea? You haven’t climbed for years.’

Georgie was already heading for the locker where her equipment was still stored. Kirk was right—she hadn’t climbed for years—though force of habit ensured she kept everything in tiptop condition. ‘It’s not something you forget, Kirk. Of course I’ll go,’ she said quietly. ‘There’s no one else and I am a nurse. And a mother. If that were Jess…’

Kirk squeezed her shoulder. ‘You don’t have to do this. Nobody will think anything less of you, not after what you’ve been through.’

But I would, she thought. I’d think less of me—and it’s me I have to live with. There was no way she could leave a child trapped, hurt and terrified on a ledge for any longer than was absolutely necessary. No matter what promises she had made to herself and to the memory of her dead husband.

She was already slipping into her harness. ‘And that’s why I’m going. I can’t let anyone else go through what I did.’

Her brother regarded her steadily. Whatever he read in her eyes must have reassured him. ‘Then I’m coming with you,’ he said, gathering his gear together. Gone was his laconic teasing mood of earlier. In its place was focus and determination.

‘What, with one arm?’ Georgie said. ‘Do you think that’s a good idea?’

‘Hey, me with one arm is still better than most men with two, sis. You know that.’ He grinned but she could see he was already focussing on the climb ahead.

‘Just as long as you don’t think I’m back for good,’ she said, deliberately keeping her tone light. She snapped her backpack closed. ‘C’mon, slowcoach. Let’s get going.’

It had taken half an hour of hard climbing to get where she was now. Luckily it was Kirk’s left wrist that was broken and by a series of improvisations he was able to take the strain of her weight on the rope.

‘I’m going to let myself slowly down beside you,’ she called out to the frightened child. ‘But first I’m going to drop a rope down. Tie it around your waist as best you can, okay?’

The boy nodded.