Suddenly she felt at ease withthis man whose life had hung soprecariously this very afternoon,and with the heat of his skin againsthers came the reinforcement of hissurvival. The satisfaction grew thatthis Ben was here, safe and solidlywarm against her, and the otherworld outside the house seemed amillion miles away.
He turned and dropped a gentle kiss, warm and fleeting, on her lips. It was over before she could begin to avoid itâunlike the impact. Her lips seemed to vibrate with the memory, and she mashed them together as if to blot the imprint out, because the thrumming continued in decreasing waves.
She felt suspended in time and his voice floated over her. âThank you for saving my life, Misty.â She could do nothing but stare back at him. His eyes were as blue as the sea heâd come from, and his gaze roamed her face at will. She could feel the heat beneath her skin under his scrutiny, and suddenly there was a clawing tumble of unbidden thoughts.
Fiona McArthur brings you a fabulous new trilogyâ¦
LYREBIRD LAKE MATERNITY
Every day brings a miracleâ¦
Itâs time for these midwives to become mothers themselves!
Previously we met single mum Montana Browne inâ¦
THE MIDWIFEâS LITTLE MIRACLE
Now meet Misty Buchanan inâ¦
THE MIDWIFEâS NEW-FOUND FAMILY
Lyrebird Lake is famous for bringing people together. Single dad doctor Ben is ready to claim Misty as his ownâsheâll be the perfect mother and bride!
Look out for Miaâs story, coming soon in Medical⢠Romance
A mother to five sons, Fiona McArthur is an Australian midwife who loves to write. Medical⢠Romance gives Fiona the scope to write about all the wonderful aspects of adventure, romance, medicine and midwifery that she feels so passionate aboutâas well as an excuse to travel! Now that her boys are older, Fiona and her husband Ian are off to meet new people, see new places, and have wonderful adventures. Fionaâs website is at www.fionamcarthur.com
Recent titles by the same author:
THE MIDWIFEâS LITTLE MIRACLE
Lyrebird Lake Maternity THE MIDWIFEâS BABY THEIR SPECIAL-CARE BABY THE SURGEONâS SPECIAL GIFT THE DOCTORâS SURPRISE BRIDE
To midwives and mothers everywhere.
You continue to inspire me.
CHAPTER ONE
OUT of the mist she saw a man and a circle of shells.
Misty Buchanan knew it was the future and not a dream because sheâd come to recognise the difference over the years. She hadnât expected a premonition while beach fishing on this deserted coastline because sheâd been so caught up in the pleasure of the salty breeze in her face.
Her sight shimmered and dimmed and she accepted she had no choice but to watch as she closed her eyes â¦
He balanced on a jumbled spit of rocks besidesome seagulls, and even in the haze of time his torsolooked spectacular against the backdrop of the oceanas he cradled the bird against him to unwind thetwine. She couldnât see his face but there was somethingabout his concern for the tangled gull that feltfamiliar on a different level.
When Misty had been younger it had frightened her to see people and situations with such clarity with her eyes shut, but now she accepted it as part of her life, albeit a small part, for only rarely did the future affect her present.
Though this gift brought responsibility with it and her heart thumped with the double-edged sword of what could be revealed.
The bird in his hand was suddenly free and hestepped back out of the way.
Misty frowned as she lost the sight and then the mists cleared again. She drew her breath in sharply.
His head smashed against the rocks as he fell andthen his body rolled into a green wave to floatwithout direction away from the rocks.
The vision dissipated and she knew it was useless to attempt to retrieve it. She had been shown all she would be.
Misty spun and her fingers clenched on her beach rod and bucket as she raced towards her Jeep. Once there she tossed them into the back haphazardly as her gaze scanned the distance for clues.
The Southern Queensland beach stretched for miles both ways and each ended with a rocky outcrop into the ocean.
In the distance a flock of gulls soared above a tall white lighthouse that overlooked the water like a guardian.
The visions never came without the opportunity to somehow influence the course of events so sheâd have to trust to instinct as she slewed the vehicle with reckless speed through the sand towards the lighthouse.
Mistyâs vehicle slid to a halt and she threw open her door. She grabbed the boogie board she kept for belly surfing and the hot sand squeaked in protest as she tore across the beach and onto the grainy boulders of the outcrop. All she could do was pray this was the correct headland.
Her stomach plummeted as she gazed into the choppy green water between the swells. Nothing. It had to be the wrong headland!
As she turned to race back to the car her final glance caught the roll of a long brown arm and then she saw his lifeless body as he slid face down along the back of a wave.