said patiently. “And I am not your love!”
Regan would have laughed if the patient had been anyone else being put in his place. But Bram! Here? Impossible!
CHAPTER THREE
“Hey, how’s Georgie?” Josie said, trying to head her off. Josie would remember Bram of course, remember that once upon a time he and Regan had actually meant something to each other.
Regan took another step towards Resus.
“Regan, don’t go in there…”
“Look, I’ll leave you to yourself for a minute,” Karen said, exasperation making her voice tight. “Just think about being cooperative and making things easier for everyone concerned. I’ll be back.”
“When you do, bring those discharge papers for me to sign – I don’t intend to spend the rest of the night here.”
Karen emerged from Resus, cheeks bright pink.
“Would you believe that guy?” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “Talk about stubborn!”
“But very good looking,” Josie grinned and Regan shot her a warning look. Karen was a relative newcomer as were most of the Accident and Emergency staff at the new hospital. Regan’s former relationship with Bram wasn’t exactly common knowledge and she wanted it to stay that way.
Bram’s time in Walsea had been almost as brief as their relationship. He’d come to the town a newly qualified young vet on a year’s contract to work with Dennis who owned the only veterinary practice in town. He’d left three months before the end of his contract taking Regan’s heart with him. He had no roots here, no reason to come back – so what the hell was he doing back?
“That too,” Karen admitted and Regan realised the flush in her cheeks had nothing to do with her being cross, but everything to do with her being attracted. Well nothing had changed in that department then. Bram was still attracting women like wasps round a jam pot. He made a big impact on the town last time he was here and there was no reason to suppose this time would be any different.
“I’ll talk to him,” Regan said, setting her shoulders straight and taking in a deep breath.
“You will?” Karen said, surprised. “What about Georgie?”
“Mike’s operating,” Regan explained. “I won’t be needed for a while.”
“Well good luck,” Karen said. “Let me know when you’ve tamed him.”
Tamed him? Oh, no one would ever do that. Regan walked in and let the door close behind her. She looked around. The boards on the wall were smothered in notices and memos, the desk was the same. It was never like that on television. Things were always so much neater and more orderly on television, at least where paperwork was concerned.
There were two beds with curtains between them. Bram was in the one at the far end. Regan’s heart gave a thud and she almost gasped. All she could see of him around the half pulled curtain was a pair of tanned, muscular shins and two large feet.
She took another step closer, and another. More of him came into view, but he was half covered with a sheet, lying flat on his back, arms at his sides… she edged closer… his face was turned away from her staring at a raft of equipment to his side. The sight of that fair tousled hair on the pillow made her knees buckle. She must have made some sound because he turned his head slowly and his eyes widened in surprise.
He sat up. “Regan… Regan? Is that you? My God, it is you!”
And his face broke into the most wondrous smile of recognition as if he were really, truly pleased to see her. His eyes had practically ignited and his smile didn’t waver. Had whatever happened to him out there on the cliff wiped out his memory? Taken him back to a time when they were happy together?
“It’s so good to see you.”
“Is it?” she asked coolly.
She picked up her pace and hurried to his bedside, picking up his notes simply to give herself something to do, not looking at him. Oh God, no, she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t let herself fall into