Practice Makes Perfect. Caroline Anderson

either. That would make life interesting. You’d have to rig up a catapult to get the patients in and out!’

      ‘I think you’ve got hypothermia,’ Sam said drily, and, swinging his lean body out of the car, he came round to open Lydia’s door and help her out.

      As she stood the events of the past twenty-four hours caught up with her and she swayed against him, clutching blindly at his arms to steady herself.

      ‘Dizzy?’ he asked, his breath warm against her ear, and she nodded and continued to cling to him, headily conscious of his rough cheek brushing her temple. Her nose was buried in the soft hollow at the base of his throat, and as she breathed in her senses were teased with the heady mixture of soap and warm male skin.