Their Christmas Vows. Margaret McDonagh

cleared the aircraft and one of the guys opened the door for them. ‘I’ve just never met anyone with such amazing eyes.’

      ‘Oh, please. You don’t really find that kind of line works, do you?’

      ‘It wasn’t a line,’ he protested, cut by her scorn.

      ‘Shall we get on, Dr McInnes?’

      Out of sorts, Frazer followed as Callie moved forward. Instinctively, he went to help her, but she batted his hands away.

      ‘I’m quite capable, thank you. I don’t need you pawing me.’

      ‘I wasn’t!’

      She swung to face him, cold anger evident. ‘Let’s get something straight. Keep your hands and your corny chat-up lines to yourself and we’ll get on with our work just fine.’

      Simmering at the injustice of it, Frazer tried to ignore her as they took their places. The helicopter came to life with a characteristic whine, the rotor blades picking up speed, and he had to focus on the emergency call that lay ahead. But he had a sinking feeling that being partnered with feisty, prickly and intriguingly attractive Callie Grogan was never going to work.