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‘I think he’s had a stroke,’ Harry said quietly

‘That would explain the loss of control over the wheelchair’ At least he was still breathing ‘Lack of consciousness?’

‘There’s an iht’ve caused hi out of the ordinary?’ Harry orking at ste

‘Only that he didn’t seem to seecloser, she put her hand over Harry’s where he pressed against the wound ‘Let me do that while you try and shift the bumper’

Harrison handed over immediately and studied the bent and buckled wheelchair ‘It’s stuck hard We’ve got the fire service co equip our man further’

‘There’s a siren now,’ a wo voice

Sienna glanced up to see the driver of the car watching them worriedly ‘You okay?’

‘Not really I could’ve killed him’

‘He is alive, but we think he’s had a stroke, so don’t go bla yourself’ She turned back to their patient and with her free hand began checking his pulse again

‘Can you move left a bit?’ Harry asked as he bent back some broken wheel spokes

‘Sure’ Working alongside Harrison felt right They just clicked As they did with htly relaxed state, those circles drove her nuts ‘Thanks forthe lawn, by the way’

He didn’t look her way, so focused was he on the bolt he was trying to undo, but his grin was obvious ‘No problem’

She wouldn’t give hi he’d annoyed her If he hadn’t already guessed Plastering on a big s her patient

Her sed it back in place Harrison was a proble else was stalled By starting to do things outside work she ht become better prepared for a man in her future, whether it was Harrison or not In her chest her heart slowed, unhappy about the idea of any man other than Harry Okay, it seemed Harrison owned her heart But for now she had to concentrate on getting her act together, beco a rounded person with more to her bow than medicine

If she had to pretend to be happy, then she’d keep pretending until it became real

‘Harry, got a minute?’ the base director called as he ht shorts and an even lighter shirt, the Santa suit he’d started wearing this week hanging on the peg for to up to save them

That blasted huain ‘Sure, Derek’ It was Friday night and he’d prefer a cold beer with the crew than as probably going to be a discussion about how he thought the past three one for him

A chilled ith a certain lady as company would be even better

Yeah, well, that was not happening Wine hadn’t been his favourite drink until a little over a week ago and he needed to move past that The door had slammed shut on that particular relationship

Sienna was busy getting on with her life and he was still in his nice, co pattern of work, drinks with the crew, and avoiding everything else Except theho the sa any , not remain on the sidelines In other words, he wanted to watch trees grow Just as Sienna was doing If she could sort herself out, surely he could e the same?

‘Take a load off’ Derek nodded to the chair on the opposite side of his desk and handed across his dream libation

‘You read my mind’ Hopefully only about the beer

‘It’s stinking hot and we’re both off duty, so why not? This will hardly touch the sides’

Harry poured beer into his mouth, savoured the chill, the flavour, then sed ‘You softeningto get days off for Christ before hordes of family descended upon them He didn’t have that problem

‘There is that, but what I want to ask is—what are your plans once you’re finished with us? Have you got another contract lined up?’

‘Sort of I haven’t dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s but there’s a contract in , fast The days in Auckland were running out and he didn’t want to be left languishing Definitely not in Auckland, where there was every chance of bulitch behind hio spare with need He had to get away Siberia wasn’t quite on the cards, but desperation did strange things to a man ‘I’ve been offered the HOD’s position at Melbourne General for a year’

The ood to turn down’