Snowbound: Miracle Marriage (Lakeside Mountain Rescue 8)

‘Edward.’

Alfie wrinkled his nose. ‘I don’t like that name.’

‘It’s just a name, Alfie.’

‘Does he drive a cool sports car like Uncle Dan?’

‘I have no idea.’

‘Is he in the mountain rescue team like Dad and Uncle Dan?’

‘I don’t think so.’

‘I’m going to be in the mountain rescue team when I’m old enough. I think it’s so great, going out into the mountains

to save people. You get to slide down ropes and sometimes go in a helicopter. I’m going to get muscles like Dad and Uncle Dan.’

Dismissing a disturbing mental image of Daniel’s muscular physique, Stella gave a weak smile. ‘I’m sure you will.’

‘Last winter he went all the way to South America and climbed a mountain no one else has ever climbed. How cool is that?’

‘Pretty cool.’ ‘Does your guy climb?’ Stella took a deep breath. ‘He isn’t my guy and, no, he

doesn’t climb.’ ‘He sounds a lot different from Uncle Dan.’ ‘Yes,’ Stella said breezily. ‘He is.’

She was counting on it.

Chapter Three

THE weather grew colder still and the emergency department was busier than ever.

Which was good, Stella reminded herself as she worked her third double shift with no break, because work took her mind off Daniel.

‘I’ve never had a headache like it,’ the woman moaned, holding her head as Stella checked her blood pressure. ‘It feels as though someone is splitting my skull with an axe. We saw the GP yesterday and he said that we’ve all picked up this virus that’s going around, but today when I woke up I felt so bad I was scared I was having a stroke or something.’

‘The whole family has had the same bug?’

‘My husband John has been really sick, but he had the headache, too. And the kids feel rough. They’re supposed to be doing nativity plays and Christmas parties but they’re too ill to be excited about anything. I left them sleeping this morning. Billy wouldn’t even wake up when I went to tell him I was coming here and he’s usually the first one up in the morning.’

‘He wouldn’t wake up?’ Stella recorded the woman’s blood pressure, but something in the patient’s story made her uneasy. ‘Are you sure? Did you try waking him?’

‘Yes. This bug has totally wiped him out, poor thing.’

Stella looked at her for a moment, a suspicion forming in her mind. ‘And your husband?’

‘He was asleep, too. I wanted him to drive me here,’ Diana muttered, ‘but I couldn’t even rouse him so I had to catch the bus. Still, I suppose he needed the rest after being sick yesterday.’

‘Perhaps.’ Stella glanced at the clock. ‘What time did you leave the house?’

‘An hour ago. Eight o’clock.’

‘Right. Just wait there—I’m going to ask a doctor to take a look at you.’ She hurried out of the cubicle and bumped straight into Daniel.

His fingers closed over her arms, steadying her. ‘What’s the rush? Or have you suddenly realised that there’s only another twelve shopping days until Christmas?’

Stella didn’t laugh, partly because she was too conscious of his hands on her body and partly because she was still distracted by her patient. ‘I have a woman in cubicle 2 complaining of a severe headache.’ She pulled away from him, alarmed that even when she was talking to him as a doctor, she was still aware of him as a man. ‘The whole family is down with a virus.’

‘And?’ His gaze lingered on her face, dropped to her mouth. ‘What are you thinking?’