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He’d have to polish his charm if the next two months were to be bearable. ‘Right, let’s grab my gear and get out of here.’
    As he turned to follow her, the old lady who had sat next to him on the plane waved and called softly, ‘You won’t be needing me next trip.’ Her head tilted at Abigail.
    Oh, yes, he would. He might want to win a warm smile from the woman who’d shanghaied his brain but he couldn’t imagine taking a long-haul flight with her and Olivia. And Seamus, a little voice piped up in the back of his head. He winked at the old lady. ‘See you in February.’
    Then he strode outside to the baggage claim area. As he did so he thought about the unexpected change in the warm, vibrant woman standing next to him. He’d first met her athis sister’s marriage to David. Abigail seemed quieter, more uptight than he recalled. Guess being a mother did that.
    He totted up other changes he’d begun noticing. Abigail didn’t bounce on her toes any more. Her quick grin seemed to have flicked off permanently. Shadows lined the skin beneath her eyes. Life since they’d spent that wonderful night together had been harder on her than him.
    A screech of tyres snapped through the air, followed by a thump. A woman screamed.
    Another woman cried out, ‘Quick. Someone, help.’
    Kieran met Abigail’s startled glance. ‘That our cue?’
    She nodded, ‘I’d say so.’
    ‘I’m a doctor.’ Kieran squeezed past gaping faces and prodding elbows.
    Abigail followed. ‘Let me through. I’m a nurse.’
    ‘He stepped right in front of me.’ A male voice sounded defensive. ‘I never had a chance to avoid him.’
    Abigail dropped to her knees beside a prostrate man held down at his chest by the front wheel of a four-wheeled motorbike towing the baggage trailers.
    Looking around, Kieran said, ‘Someone, call an ambulance.’
    ‘I’m onto it,’ a man answered.
    Urgency underlined Abigail’s words. ‘We need that bike lifted away.’
    Kieran searched the closest faces, found the driver of the bike, an orange safety jacket and a white face the give-away. ‘How many of us will it take to move this bike?’
    ‘Six, I reckon. I’ll unhook the luggage trailers.’ The man’s voice trembled as he stared down at the accident victim. ‘Is he going to be all right?’
    Kieran gripped the driver’s shoulder. ‘We can’t say until we’ve had a proper look at him.’
    ‘He kind of tripped. I never saw him coming.’
    Tripped? Stepped out? Fainted? Heart attack? Kieran tossed up scenarios. The unconscious man appeared to be in his late forties, maybe early fifties, so cardiac malfunction couldn’t be ruled out.
    Turning to the pressing crowd, he spoke loudly and clearly. ‘Step back, everyone. Give us some space, please.’ He searched for strong men to help lift the quad bike away.
    ‘Abigail, you’ll have to move aside for a moment.’ He didn’t want her getting hurt if the lift went wrong and the bike toppled over.
    She nodded. When their patient had been freed, she leaned close to him. ‘You weren’t meant to start work today.’
    ‘If you mean, am I alert enough after thirty-six hours’ flying? No, I’m probably not up to a full-scale emergency. But I think we can manage this between us.’ At least the patient might be happier to have him around than she appeared to be.
    A shadow crossed her eyes, darkening them to the colour of well-cooked toast. ‘I only meant it’s not much of a welcome to Nelson.’
    He squeezed her hand, suddenly in need of contact with her. Any contact. He wanted to establish a connection that would get him over the hurdles of the coming weeks. ‘Let’s look at our man.’
    They knelt, one each side of their patient, and Abigail lifted the man’s wrist as he opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the bright daylight.
    ‘What happened?’ he croaked.
    ‘You’ve been knocked down by a quad bike,’ Kieran explained. ‘I’m Dr Flynn, and this is Abby Brown, a nurse. Can you