Sydney Harbour Hospital: Evie's Bombshell. Amy Andrews

turned to face her, propping his hip against the railing. ‘No.’

      Evie turned too, at a complete loss as she faced him. ‘Please.’

      She seemed to always be asking him for something he wasn’t prepared to give. Saying, please, Finn, please. And she was heartily sick of it. And sick of being rejected.

      And if she wasn’t carrying his baby she’d just walk right away. But she was. And he needed to know—whatever the fallout might be.

      She opened her mouth to tell him. Not to bribe him into doing what she wanted but because she could see his mind was made up, and before he sent her away for the last time, he had to know.

      But Ethan striding out onto the veranda interrupted them. ‘Finn—’ Finn looked over Evie’s shoulder. ‘Oh … sorry … I thought I heard the car leave,’ Ethan said, smiling apologetically at Evie as he approached.

      ‘It’s fine,’ Evie murmured.

      ‘What’s up?’ Finn asked, dragging his gaze away from Evie’s suddenly pale face.

      ‘What’s the name of that agency you were telling me about?’

      Finn frowned. ‘The medical staffing one? Why?’

      ‘Hamish’s father-in-law had a heart attack and died two hours ago. He’s taking two weeks off. I’ve been ringing around everywhere but no one’s available and I can’t run this place without a medico on board, it’s a government regulation.’

      ‘For God’s sake, Ethan,’ Finn said, his voice laced with exasperation, having had this conversation too many times before. ‘I’m a doctor.’

      Ethan shook his head firmly. ‘You’re a client.’

      Finn shoved his hand on his hip. ‘These are extenuating circumstances.’

      Ethan chuckled. ‘No dice, buddy. Them’s the rules.’

      ‘You never used to be such a stickler for the rules.’

      Ethan clapped him on the back. ‘I wasn’t running my own business back then.’

      Evie was surprised at the obvious affection between the two men. Surprised even more at the spurt of jealousy. Finn wasn’t the touchy-feely kind. He maintained professional relationships with his colleagues and he’d been known to sit at the bar over the road from the hospital and knock back a few whiskies with them from time to time but he was pretty much a solo figure.

      He and Ethan, a big bear of a man with a grizzly beard and kind eyes, seemed to go back a long way.

      ‘Problem?’ she asked, at Finn’s obvious frustration.

      Finn shook his head then stopped as an idea took hold. He raked his gaze over her and knew it would probably be something he would come to regret, but choices were limited in the middle of nowhere.

      Maybe the current pain in his butt could be Ethan’s silver lining. ‘Evie can do it.’

      ‘What?’ she gaped, her pulse spiking. ‘Do what?’

      Ethan smiled at Evie apologetically. ‘I’m sorry. He’s not very good with social nuances, is he?’

      ‘She’s a fully qualified, highly trained, very good emergency doctor,’ Finn continued, ignoring Ethan’s remark.

      ‘You can’t just go springing jobs on people like that and acting like they have no choice but to take them,’ Ethan chided, his smile getting wider and wider. ‘Not cool, man. Maybe you should try asking the lady?’

      Finn turned to Evie, his palms finding her upper arms, curling around her biceps. ‘I’ll come back and do Khalid’s surgery. But only if you do the two weeks here first.’

      Ethan crossed his arms. ‘That’s not asking.’

      Evie felt her belly plummet as if she’d just jumped out of a plane. She wasn’t sure if was due to his snap decision, his compliment over her medical skills or his touch but she couldn’t think when he looked at her with need in his eyes.

      Even if it was purely professional.

      ‘C’mon, Princess Evie,’ Finn murmured, trying to cut through the confusion he could see in her hazel eyes. ‘Step outside your comfort zone for a while. Live a little.’

      ‘You suck at asking,’ Ethan interjected.

      Evie swallowed as she became caught up in the heady rush of being needed by Finn. Not even the nickname grated.

       Why not?

      It would kill two birds with one stone—Khalid got his op and she bought herself some time. And her father had told her to do anything to get Finn back.

      ‘Okay,’ she said, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as it felt leaving her throat.

      Finn nodded and looked at Ethan. ‘You’ve got yourself a doctor.’

      Ethan looked from one to the other, his bewildered look priceless. Like he couldn’t quite believe that in less than a minute his major problem had been settled.

      Neither, frankly, could Evie.

      CHAPTER TWO

      EVIE CLIMBED ONTO the back of the four-wheeler behind Ethan the next morning for the grand tour. Beach Haven retreat covered a couple of hundred acres and wasn’t something that could be quickly traversed on foot. Finn, who had disappeared shortly after he’d bribed her into staying for two weeks, was still nowhere to be seen. She didn’t ask Ethan where he was and he didn’t tell her.

      Her father hadn’t been happy with the two-week delay but as the prince’s blocked arteries had been found on a routine physical and hadn’t been symptomatic, the surgery wasn’t urgent.

      Their first port of call was the clinic. It could be seen from the homestead and she’d be able to walk easily to and from along the track, but as it was just the first stop of many today Ethan drove them across.

      It looked like an old worker’s cottage from the outside but had been renovated entirely on the inside with a waiting area, a couple of rooms with examination tables and a minor ops room. A small dispensary with common medications, a storeroom, a toilet and a kitchenette completed the well-equipped facility. Thought had also been given to disabled access with the addition of ramps, widened doors and handrails.

      ‘Clinic starts at ten every morning. First come first served. There’s rarely a stampede. They usually come to see me.’

      Evie cocked an eyebrow. ‘For therapy?’ He nodded. ‘I wouldn’t have thought you’d have any takers.’

      Ethan shrugged. ‘It’s a pre-req for a place here. Weekly therapy—whether they like it or not.’

      She thought not liking it would be the predominant feeling amongst a bunch of battle-weary soldiers. ‘Does that include Finn?’

      He nodded. ‘No exceptions.’

      Evie absorbed the information. Maybe that was why he seemed so chilled? But … surely not. The Finn she knew wasn’t capable of talking about his issues. ‘I don’t imagine those sessions would be very enlightening.’

      Ethan laughed. ‘He’s pretty guarded, that’s for sure. But …’ he shrugged ‘… you can lead a horse to water … I can’t force him or anyone else to open up. I just hope like hell they do. In my opinion, there’s not a man who’s seen active duty who couldn’t do with some therapy.’

      ‘Is that why you opened this place?’ Evie asked. ‘A ruse to get soldiers into therapy?’

      He laughed again and Evie found herself wondering why it was she couldn’t fall for someone like Ethan. He was attractive enough in a shaggy kind of a way with a ready smile and an easy manner.

      ‘Kind of,’ he said,