and a yell as the vehicle swerved violently and smashed into a fence. Mark was flung to the ground and lay still.
âOh, no!â Dee whispered, running towards him and dropping to her knees beside his frighteningly still form. âMark! Mark! â
âIâm all right,â he murmured. âGo and catch that daft animal before he gets killed.â
Catching Billy was easy as heâd come to a halt, staring atthe mayhem heâd caused and whining. As she secured his lead, Mark was already rising painfully from the ground.
âAre you hurt?â Dee begged.
âNo, just a few bruises,â he gasped, rubbing himself.
Doors opened. People came running out. Sylvia had seen everything through a window and was weeping as she threw her arms around him.
âIâm all right,â he said, staggering slightly.
Sylvia turned on Dee in fury. âWhy donât you keep that animal under control? Mark could have been killed.â
âBut I wasnât,â he said. âItâs not Billyâs fault.â
âNo, it was mine,â Dee said quickly. âIâm sorry. Donât stay out here. Letâs get inside quickly.â
Leaning on Sylvia, he walked slowly into the house and sat thankfully on the sofa, throwing his head right back, eyes closed.
âLet me have a look at you,â Dee said.
âIâve told you, Iâm fine.â
For once she lost her temper. â Iâm the nurse,â she snapped. â Iâll say if youâre fine.â
That made him open his eyes. âAll right, nurse. All right, all right. Whatever you say.â
She gave him a sulphurous look and started undoing the contraption he wore on his head. It was made of some light metal, barely covering his hair, and if heâd landed on his head it wouldnât have protected him, but luckily he hadnât. His shoulder had taken the full impact.
âFine, let me see your shoulder,â she said, becoming businesslike.
Between them, she and Sylvia eased off his jacket, then his shirt, revealing bruises that were already turning a nasty colour.
âNow your vest,â she said. âI want to see your ribs. Thatâs it, now lean forward so that I can see the back.â
There were more bruises, but nothing was broken.
âYou donât know how lucky you are,â Dee said. âBut Iâd like you to come into Accident and Emergency at the hospital tomorrow and theyâll take some X-rays.â
âWhat for?â he demanded with cheerful belligerence. âIâve had the best nurse in the business. If you say Iâm all right, then I am.â
âYes, butââ
âStop making a fuss, Nurse.â
âPut your clothes on,â Sylvia said.
Something in her voice, perhaps a tense note, made Dee suddenly realise that Sylvia was jealous. She didnât like anyone else to see Markâs bare chest. Nor did she like Dee being free to touch it.
The knowledge was like a light coming on, revealing what she hadnât seen before, that Markâs lean muscularity was as eye-catching as the rest of him. Functioning solely as a nurse, sheâd run her hands professionally over that smooth torso, sensing only its medical condition. Now she wondered how she could have failed to notice the rich sheen of his skin, the faint swell of muscles that were strong but not over-developed.
But that was forbidden thinking, so she turned away, saying gruffly, âSylvia will help you get dressed.â
Joe came in from the garage where heâd been examining the bike.
âHow is it?â Mark asked quickly.
Joe sighed and shook his head. âNot good. The wheelâs bent and thereâs plenty of other damage.â
Mark groaned.
âItâs my fault,â Dee said. âIf Iâd kept better hold of Billyâs lead, it wouldnât have happened. Iâll pay for any repairs.â
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