Alison Roberts - The Australian's Proposal

‘Of course,’ Kate said. ‘Do I see Jill? She’ll need to change someone else’s shift as well as mine.’

‘I’ll fix it up with Jill. What were you working tomorrow?’

‘Early shift,’ Kate told him. ‘Six to three.’

Charles smiled at her.

‘Well, isn’t this your lucky day? We’ll transfer Jack in the morning, and he’ll need to rest after the move, so I won’t let Harry near him until the afternoon. If you could do the afternoon shift, midday to nine, that should cover the time Harry’s likely to be there, and if you’re already on the ward, it won’t look as if we’ve brought in someone especially to be with Jack.’

Kate smiled at Charles’s obvious satisfaction with this plan. In fact, it pleased her as well. She’d have the morning free to explore the town and, once she’d found out how shopping and cooking rosters worked in the house, maybe shop as well.

She nodded to the two men and walked away, her thoughts veering between Hamish, who’d been silent throughout her talk to Charles, and Jack—was he well enough for Harry to question him?

‘Are you happy taking on the role of protector?’ Hamish fell in beside her. ‘Do you feel you’d be able to stop Harry’s questioning if you felt it necessary?’

Kate stopped and turned towards him.

‘Medical question?’ she asked, feeling warmth within, although he wasn’t touching her.

‘Medical question,’ he confirmed, though the look in his eyes suggested he was feeling things not entirely medical.

‘You bet your life I’d stop the questioning if I felt it was affecting his recovery in any way.’

‘Mama bear protecting her cub?’ Hamish teased, and Kate had to agree.

‘I’m probably the very worst person to have there, because I do feel over-protective about Jack, but the slightest sign he might be tiring and Harry will be out of there.’

Hamish smiled at her.

‘Word gets around the hospital quickly. When I hear Harry’s arrived I might drop by, in case you need moral support.’

‘And you’re not over-protective?’

Hamish shrugged in a way that suggested agreement, leaving Kate to wonder if it was Jack or her that Hamish was protecting.

They walked out into the scented garden that drew Kate like a magnet, together only as colleagues, she was sure.

Its potent spell filled her head with pleasure, so worries over Kissing Hamish and Colleague Hamish were banished to the far reaches of her brain, and even her concern for Jack lost its hard, knobbly edges of doubt and dread.

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