‘Fate worse than death,’ Ewan concurred, grinning. He headed to the cubicles and didn’t leave them again for the next six hours. Cuts, bruises, fractures, burns: he dealt with the lot. By the time he was able to snatch a break, he had lost track of the cases he’d seen. As he made his way to the canteen, he found himself thinking that it was a good job he hadn’t accepted Tom’s invitation to the christening. After an evening like this, all he wanted to do tomorrow was sleep!
His heart gave an unruly little hiccup as he found himself tagging on a codicil. All he wanted to do was sleep … with Becky.
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