Rescued By Her Mr Right
Dancing in the best man’s arms……is her biggest risk of all!In this Bondi Bay Heroes story, injured nurse Harriet Collins agrees to let hunky paramedic Jack Evans get her fighting fit and back on the Specialist Disaster Response team. After all, it’s purely platonic…right? Plus, she’s already nursing a broken heart. But when she’s the bridesmaid and Jack’s the best man at their teammates’ wedding, Harriet wonders if it could be more…
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Dancing in the best manâs arms...
...is her biggest risk of all!
In this Bondi Bay Heroes story, injured nurse Harriet Collins agrees to let hunky paramedic Jack Evans get her fighting fit and back on the Specialist Disaster Response team. After all, itâs purely platonic, right? Plus sheâs already nursing a broken heart. But when sheâs the bridesmaid and Jackâs the best man at their teammatesâ wedding, Harriet wonders if it could be more...
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 Mills & Boon 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.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07530-5
RESCUED BY HER MR RIGHT
© 2018 Alison Roberts
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Linda and Meredith, with much love.
Contents
SHE HAD BEEN aware of the sound for longer than sheâd realised.
It wasnât until Harriet Collins had finally reached the flat part of this cliff walk that her focus relaxed enough to acknowledge the sound.
A dog barking.
It had just been part of the background for what felt like a long time. A background that included the warmth of a late Australian spring day and the sound of waves rolling onto the rocky shore far below where she was now. Her concentration had been on more important things. Like the occasional uneven steps and rough stony patches on this clifftop walkway.
Like the pain in her leg that had reached an intolerable level a while back but hadnât been allowed to do more than slow her down because Harriet needed to find out how far she could push it before it let her down completely and refused to keep her uprightâas it had so many times over the long, long months of her rehabilitation so far.
Someone else must be walking this track, she decided, as she paused long enough to fish her water bottle from the mesh side pouch of her small backpack. She could feel other lumpy shapes inside the pack as she slotted the bottle back into place.
Exciting lumps. She had chosen this walk to try out her new camera for the first time. And that expensive zoom lens. When she found the right spot, she could wait until the sun was starting to set and hopefully capture some amazing shots of the waves crashing on those fearsome rocks at shore level. She had a headlamp tucked inside as well, which should make it safe enough for her to get back down the track to where sheâd parked her car when daylight was fading.
It did seem odd, though, that this dog was being so vocal. And the sound wasnât getting any fainter, which you would expect if an overexcited pet was running ahead of its person on a long walk. If anything, it was getting louder, as Harriet started walking again.
