When that guy on the train turns out to be your boss!
Nurse Felicity Mitchell’s train journey of a lifetime is even more unforgettable when she meets Callum Hollingsworth. Neither is looking for temptation, but that doesn’t stop them from sharing one hot, wild night!
Except when they disembark, they learn that what happened on the train won’t stay on the train. Because the gorgeous stranger is Flick’s new boss…and it’s increasingly difficult to keep their chemistry under control and leave it at just one night!
I hope you all enjoy the following excerpt. Just to set it up – Callum is accompanying Felicity on home visits for the first time in an effort to get to know the community better. Its not something a city surgeon is used to….
What followed was an intense five hours. Callum saw the gamut of small town life all in one afternoon as Saint Felicity ministered to her flock. It wasn’t the most efficient system he’d ever seen. Too much chatter and drinking of tea and eating of cake or whatever piece of homemade cooking was presented to them for his liking but it appeared to be the ritual and with Felicity’s advice ringing in his ears there was no way he was declining. He’d never eaten so well in his life.
He was going to have to do some serious working out when he got back to Sydney.
He followed Felicity’s lead after earning her glare when he’d declined something at their second stop. It just wasn’t done, apparently. And she was right, the patients were leery of him to start with so if eating food that was offered at all their dozen stops helped with the warming up process then when in Rome…
That all changed when they got to their last call – Meryl’s house. She didn’t appear to have a last name or require any kind of formal address as Felicity’s other patient’s had.
Just Meryl, apparently.
Her house was a small cottage with a deep bull-nosed veranda. Dream catchers and wind chimes of all types and sizes hung from the guttering. The pungent spice of incense prickled Callum’s nose and a small shrine with a Buddha and a variety of candles and flowers was set up in one corner of the living room.
Meryl took to him right away. She was sitting in a big stuffed recliner and was possibly the wrinkliest person Callum had ever met. But there was a strength and agility to her movement that made him think she was probably younger than she appeared.
He stuck out his hand when Felicity introduced them. Her hand was soft but her grip was firm as she pulled him nearer, forcing him to lean in closer.
“Cal,” she murmured, immediately shortening his name in a husky voice that sounded like the product of a pack a day habit. She looked straight into his eyes, taking her time to study him. “You have an unhappy aura,” she finally declared releasing his hand.
Callum glanced at Felicity for an interpretation. In case there was one other than the obvious – Meryl was a little nutty. She shot him the most faux innocent eyebrow raise he’d ever seen in her life. He should have known that someone who lived in a house guarded by dream catchers was going to be a little…alternate.
“Meryl reads auras,” she said a small smile playing on her mouth.
That little knowing smile drew attention to her mouth and it was just about the damn sexiest thing he’d ever seen. All week he’d been trying not to think about that mouth and where she’d put it on his body. Her attitude towards him had helped. But now she was finally pulling the stick out of her butt it was impossible not to go there again.
Impossible not to want to familiarise himself with it again and kiss the smile right off that sexy mouth.
“Hmmm, it’s looking a little happier now,” Meryl mused.
Callum blinked at the running commentary on the state of his aura pulling his gaze from Felicity’s. He gave himself a mental shake. The last thing he wanted Meryl proclaiming was his aura’s massive hard on.
“Sit down here, Cal,” Meryl said, patting an old vinyl chair beside her.
Callum would rather sit outside in the car but there was no way he could get out of this without looking rude. The normal rules of doctoring just didn’t apply in the community, certainly not in a house that could have belonged in Oz.
He glanced at Felicity, she was obviously finding the situation highly amusing.
“What colours Felicity aura?” he asked, turning to give all his attention to Meryl. Thankfully, Felicity was on his right so he could see her smile slowly deflating.
Although he was sure she had no cause to worry. The saintly Felicity’s aura was no doubt rainbow-esque and probably smelled like strawberries and candy canes.
“It’ll be the same as usual,” Meryl said flicking her gaze to Felicity. Callum was inordinately pleased when the older woman frowned a little. “Or maybe not…It’s usually so balanced but it does look a little…ruffled today.”
Callum smiled as the tables were turned and Felicity frowned and pressed a hand to her belly. Meryl’s gaze cut back to him and he pressed his lips together so she couldn’t see him gloating although there was something all seeing about Meryl that couldn’t be easily dismissed.
Her eyes narrowed speculatively. “You’re staying at Luci’s place, right?”
Callum nodded feeling on solid ground with standard questioning. “Yes. And she’s staying at my place in Sydney.”
“And how long are you staying in Vickers Hill for?”
“I’m here for eight weeks.”
“No.” Meryl shook her head slowly as her gaze darted all around his head before peering into his eyes. It was more thorough than any of the dozens of specialists with their fancy high-powered microscopes had ever managed.
Frankly, it put an itch up his spine.
“You’ll be here for much longer than that.”
Callum broke the eye contact with difficulty. No. He was going back to Sydney. To his harbour-side apartment and his job that started in the New Year. Vickers Hill was just a pit stop. A place for some clear air.
He glanced at Felicity who wasn’t looking so sure of herself now either. She appeared ready to deny it if he didn’t.
“I can assure you,” Callum said, dredging up his most positive smile for Meryl. It wasn’t one he’d used a lot these last two years and it didn’t feel right on his face. “I’m only here short term.”
Meryl just smiled and patted his hand. “You’ll see. It’s okay,” she assured. “It’ll work out. You were meant to come here. It’s your destiny. It’s in your aura.”
Callum didn’t know what to say to that. Clearly Meryl wasn’t about to change her mind and what did it matter what some crazy old lady on an incense high who read auras said?
He was in charge of his destiny.
“Right, well.” Felicity clapped her hands together. “Let’s get your blood pressure checked, Meryl.”
Callum vacated the seat grateful to her for rescuing him from any more talk of auras and destinies and staying in Vickers hill.
He could have kissed her.
He really could have kissed her.