Rescued by Her Mr. Right

  Dancing in the best man’s arms...

  ...is her biggest risk of all!

  In this Bondi Bay Heroes story, injured nurse Harriet Collins agrees to let hunky paramedic Jack Evans get her fighting fit and back on the Specialist Disaster Response team. After all, it’s purely platonic, right? Plus she’s already nursing a broken heart. But when she’s the bridesmaid and Jack’s the best man at their teammates’ wedding, Harriet wonders if it could be more...

  Bondi Bay Heroes

  Brave Sydney-based medics, putting their lives—and hearts—on the line!

  Led by maverick ED consultant Blake Cooper, Bondi Bayside Hospital’s Specialist Disaster Response team is ready for action!

  Handpicked for being among the best in their fields, these courageous men and women are trained to be first responders, rescuing and treating survivors of crisis situations, and they’ll risk everything to save lives. But when the pressure is on and danger is all around, the biggest risk of all is falling in love!

  The Shy Nurse’s Rebel Doc by Alison Roberts

  Finding His Wife, Finding a Son by Marion Lennox

  Healed by Her Army Doc by Meredith Webber

  Rescued by Her Mr. Right by Alison Roberts

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  Dear Reader,

  As I get older and hopefully wiser, I realize that the most precious gift in life is friendship. It’s a concept that’s a bit diluted these days thanks to social media, but we all know what true friendship is—that family that you get to choose for yourself.

  Sharing things with those true friends cements those bonds and creates memories that shine when you look back. When those friends are fellow authors and you can share creating something together, it’s really special.

  This Bondi Bay Heroes series is a collaboration with Marion Lennox and Meredith Webber, and I’ve been lucky enough to “bookend” it with the first and last stories.

  I’d like to welcome you into the world of this specialist disaster relief team and into the hearts of the people involved.

  Happy reading!

  With love,

  Alison xx

  Rescued by Her Mr. Right

  Alison Roberts

  Books by Alison Roberts

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  Bondi Bay Heroes

  The Shy Nurse’s Rebel Doc

  Rescued Hearts

  The Doctor’s Wife for Keeps

  Twin Surprise for the Italian Doc

  Christmas in Manhattan

  Sleigh Ride with the Single Dad

  Paddington Children’s Hospital

  A Life-Saving Reunion

  Christmas Eve Magic

  Their First Family Christmas

  Wildfire Island Docs

  The Nurse Who Stole His Heart

  The Fling That Changed Everything

  The Surrogate’s Unexpected Miracle

  Harlequin Romance

  The Baby Who Saved Christmas

  The Forbidden Prince

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  For Linda and Meredith, with much love.

  Praise for Alison Roberts

  “The emotional connection I had to this story was strong and unique, it squeezed my heart, captured my mind, and will stay with me for awhile.”

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM CARRYING THE SINGLE DAD'S BABY BY KATE HARDY

  CHAPTER ONE

  SHE HAD BEEN aware of the sound for longer than she’d realised.

  It wasn’t until Harriet Collins had finally reached the flat part of this cliff walk that her focus relaxed enough to acknowledge the sound.

  A dog barking.

  It had just been part of the background for what felt like a long time. A background that included the warmth of a late Australian spring day and the sound of waves rolling onto the rocky shore far below where she was now. Her concentration had been on more important things. Like the occasional uneven steps and rough stony patches on this clifftop walkway.

  Like the pain in her leg that had reached an intolerable level a while back but hadn’t been allowed to do more than slow her down because Harriet needed to find out how far she could push it before it let her down completely and refused to keep her upright—as it had so many times over the long, long months of her rehabilitation so far.

  Someone else must be walking this track, she decided, as she paused long enough to fish her water bottle from the mesh side pouch of her small backpack. She could feel other lumpy shapes inside the pack as she slotted the bottle back into place.

  Exciting lumps. She had chosen this walk to try out her new camera for the first time. And that expensive zoom lens. When she found the right spot, she could wait until the sun was starting to set and hopefully capture some amazing shots of the waves crashing on those fearsome rocks at shore level. She had a headlamp tucked inside as well, which should make it safe enough for her to get back down the track to where she’d parked her car when daylight was fading.

  It did seem odd, though, that this dog was being so vocal. And the sound wasn’t getting any fainter, which you would expect if an overexcited pet was running ahead of its person on a long walk. If anything, it was getting louder, as Harriet started walking again.

  Her limp was more pronounced than it had been for some time but that was only to be expected after that long uphill stretch. The paracetamol she had swallowed along with that drink of water should kick in soon and, by the time she’d had a good rest while she took her photographs, she should be ready to tackle the return trip.

  The barking got louder and Harriet stopped in her tracks when she saw the dark shape rushing towards her.

  A beat of fear stopped her inward breath.

  A dog attack? Really? After so many months of fighting to get her life approaching anything like normal, was she about to get sent back to square one by being mauled by a big dog? To be even more disfigured than she was already?

  No way...

  The sound that Harriet let out was a half-scream merged with an angry growl that expressed quite a lot about the struggle she’d been through and her desperation to not allow any new setbacks.

  It seemed to work. The dog stopped in its tracks, too. And it stopped barking. It stared at Harriet.

  Harriet stared back.

  It was a black Labrador but not nearly as fat as most Labs she’d met. Maybe it got a lot of exercise running along these clifftop tracks with its owner.

  Where was its owner? When he or she appeared, Harriet might have something to say about letting their dog run loose and frighten people. What if she’d had children with her?

  The dog started barking again. It turned, ran a few steps and then stopped to look back at her. This time the barking felt like an attempt to communicate something.

  ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ Harriet muttered aloud. ‘You’ve seen too many Lassie movies.’

 
But it felt right to follow the dog. Cautiously, because it was taking her off this well-marked and relatively flat pathway. Through long grass and big boulders towards the edge of the cliff. The dog didn’t stop until it seemed to be standing on the very edge. It peered down the cliff and then turned back to Harriet. Its barking sounded more urgent now.

  One step and then another brought Harriet nearer the dog.

  ‘What is it?’ she asked. ‘What’s wrong?’

  A tail wagged encouragement and the dog sat down as Harriet got within touching distance. It nudged her hand and licked her.

  ‘At least you’re friendly,’ she said. ‘What’s your name?’

  There was a collar with a disc on it. ‘Harry? Are you kidding me? That’s my name.’

  Harry the dog nudged her again and then stood up to peer over the edge again.

  ‘Okay...’ Harriet lay down, just to be safe, and inched forward.

  It wasn’t a straight drop but it was steep enough to be dangerous with areas of loose scree amongst boulders and weathered shrubs that were clinging to life. At the point where the intermittent vegetation gave up, there was a drop onto a ledge. She couldn’t see the whole ledge but what she could see made a shiver run down her spine.

  Legs.

  And one of them was twisted at a very unnatural angle.

  ‘Hey...’ she yelled. ‘Can you hear me? Are you conscious?’

  There was no answering call. No flicker of movement from the legs.

  ‘It’s okay,’ Harriet yelled again. ‘I’m going to call for help.’

  She hauled her mobile phone out of the pocket of her cargo pants and then punched in the emergency three-digit number, giving a curt response of ‘Ambulance’ when she was asked what service she required.

  ‘I’m at the top of the Kookaburra walkway,’ she told the call taker in the communications centre. ‘There’s someone who’s fallen from the cliff. He’s on a ledge about a hundred metres from the top and...and he’s not responding to calls. I can see from here that he’s probably got a badly fractured leg.’

  ‘No...’ she said a minute later. ‘There’s no access from the top unless it’s by abseiling. I think we’re going to need a helicopter.’ She listened for a few seconds and then interrupted the young woman she was speaking to.

  ‘Look...my name is Harriet Collins. I’m an intensive care nurse at Bondi Bayside Hospital but I’m also a member of the Specialist Disaster Response team based there.’

  It wasn’t exactly true. Not now... But they hadn’t yet officially removed her from the membership list, had they?

  ‘I know what I’m talking about, okay? We need a helicopter. This is a winch job. Anything else is going to take too long.’

  And that was that. Help was on its way and there was nothing more that Harriet could do other than sit and wait and maybe signal the helicopter crew when they got close.

  Harry the dog didn’t think so. He nudged her elbow and his whine was an easily interpreted plea.

  Harriet peered over the edge of the cliff again.

  The dog walker had trainers on his feet. And socks. And...yes...the foot on the leg that looked normal was moving.

  ‘Hey...’ Harriet could hear the alarm bell going off in her head. She yelled even louder this time. ‘Don’t move, okay? You’re safe where you are and help’s coming. But...just don’t move...’

  If he’d been unconscious, he might have a head injury and not be thinking clearly. What if he managed to drag himself right off that ledge? There’d be no chance of survival if he finished the drop to where the surf was roiling around those black, jagged rocks.

  Had she been wrong in saying that ledge was a hundred metres from the top of the cliff? It looked more like fifty at second guess. And maybe it wouldn’t have needed abseilers to get down. There were enough protruding rocks to provide good footholds and those scrappy little trees would give handholds for balance if you didn’t trust them with your whole body weight.

  It didn’t need another nudge from Harry the dog to trigger Harriet’s decision. It didn’t seem to need any conscious thought at all. If she had stopped to think, she would have known how crazy this was. That her bad leg couldn’t possibly cope with this challenge.

  But Harriet didn’t think. She just sat on her bottom, holding a branch of the nearest shrunken tree and let herself slide, very slowly, until her feet reached the first rock below her. The foot of her bad leg touched it first and a spear of pain lanced upwards to reach her thigh but her leg didn’t crumple and, as soon as she transferred to her weight to her good foot, the pain receded. When she did it again, she made sure it was her strong leg that found a solid object first. Now she was several metres below where Harry had started running back and forth on the flat area, barking encouragement, and the enormity of what she’d started was enough to make her head spin for a moment or two.

  At least this incarnation of Lassie was someone to talk to.

  ‘I’m not sure that this was such a good idea,’ she told him. ‘I’m going to have to crawl sideways to reach that next tree. Do you reckon it’s got strong roots?’

  Harry the dog seemed to think so.

  She had to cling to the next rock for a minute, to get over the fright of her foot slipping a little in the scree. She didn’t look down. Instead, she looked up at the black head that was getting smaller every time she looked.

  ‘What you don’t know,’ she said casually, ‘is that until very recently I was wearing a pretty hard-core brace on my leg. Because I had a rock that landed on it a while back and it was so squashed they almost had to chop it off. Yeah... I know dogs can manage quite well without one of their legs but it’s a bit more of a problem for a person.’

  The sound of the waves was getting louder and Harriet knew perfectly well that the dog couldn’t hear what she was saying and wouldn’t understand if he could but it seemed to be helping her.

  ‘But look at me right now... It almost feels like I’m back in the SDR team and I don’t mind telling you that that’s the thing I miss the most about my old life.’

  Except that if this was a team callout, she’d be appropriately dressed in heavy-duty overalls and with a hard hat and gloves for more protection. And she’d be on the end of a rope with people who knew what they were doing holding the other end to prevent a fall that would have meant two victims instead of only one.

  If she’d done anything this irresponsible as a team member, their leader, Blake Cooper, would have probably sacked her, and Kate and Sam would have been watching her with horror. But she wasn’t a team member any more and she never could be, with the disability that was highly likely to be permanent now. A weak leg. Pain levels that could be hard to manage. A mindset that was very different from the passionate and adventurous person she’d been all those months ago.

  Maybe she was going to get stuck herself and the rescue crew would have to winch two people off this cliff and she’d cop an awful lot of flak. But...

  But the fact that she was even trying to do this—that she wanted to do this so much—made her feel like the real Harriet Collins had finally stepped out from the black mist she’d been shrouded in for so long.

  And she was more than halfway down now. That ledge was starting to look bigger and hiding the terrifying drop below it. Another controlled slide on her bottom, a careful climb over a tumble of rocks without trusting her weight to her bad leg and then a downward, sideways crawl and she could almost stand up to push her way past rough bunches of tussock and through the stunted trees onto the ledge.

  Harry’s owner was probably in his sixties, his grey hair matted with a stain of blood and a badly bruised and grazed arm. And he was groaning.

  ‘Hey...’ Harriet crouched beside him, picking up his hand and then feeling for his pulse. ‘My name’s Harry. Same as your dog...’

  The man’s eyes opened. ‘Harry...’<
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  ‘He’s fine. He’s up on top of the cliff. He came to find me and get help for you. Just like Lassie.’

  The man’s eyes closed but his lips twisted into a smile. ‘Not so much. It was Harry who went over the edge. Got...stuck on a rock and I went down to help. I lost my footing and...argh...that really hurts...’

  ‘Your leg? Or is it something else?’

  ‘My leg...and...and my head doesn’t feel great.’

  ‘What’s your name?’

  ‘Eddie. Eddie Denton.’

  ‘Okay, Eddie. Take a deep breath for me. Does that hurt?’

  ‘No. Feels okay...’

  ‘That’s great. We don’t need to worry about your breathing then. And you’ve got a good pulse so that means your blood pressure’s still okay.’

  ‘You a doctor, Harry?’

  ‘No, I’m a nurse. I worked in the Intensive Care Unit at Bondi Bayside, although I’m somewhere else at the moment. But I’m also a member of a specialist rescue team there.’

  She was checking Eddie out as she kept talking. ‘I’m just going to have a feel of your tummy, okay? Does that hurt?’

  ‘No. It’s just my leg.’

  The pain from an obvious femoral fracture could well be masking something happening internally but there was nothing Harriet could do other than keep Eddie company and make sure he didn’t move and fall further. There was no time to do anything else, anyway. She could see the dot of the approaching helicopter now and only seconds later the sound of the rotors drowned out the faint barking she could still hear from the top of the cliff.

  This was one of the bright red and yellow helicopters of the ambulance service here in Sydney and the crew member she could see leaning out from the skid and preparing to be winched down would be one of the elite, intensive care paramedics that dealt with calls like this. It was a relief to see the big pack of gear being attached to the winch line along with a stretcher but she expected nothing less from a team who were well used to dealing with emergencies on the shorelines of this huge coastal city.