The Heart Consultant's Lover. Kate Hardy

for her when he’d kissed her in her office was suddenly magnified a thousandfold.

      ‘Evening, all,’ she said. Still in her posh voice. Still as if she were on the ward. It was like having double vision, he thought. Or as if his audio and visual systems weren’t working in synch. She sounded like the efficient doctor he’d worked with for the past week—but she looked like a bad boy’s wildest dream.