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  Her army doc returns...

  ...but can she tell him her secret?

  In this Bondi Bay Heroes story, general surgeon Kate Mitchell is reunited with Dr. Angus Caruth—the gorgeous army doc she spent one night with three years ago. Working together on the Specialist Disaster Response team reignites their flame, but before Angus moves on again will Kate finally be able to share their secret heartache...and believe their temporary fling can lead to forever?

  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

  All available now!

  Dear Reader,

  Way back when I first thought about writing medical romances I was told to read books by Marion Lennox, as even then she was—and still is—a very special star. Later, at a Romance Writers of Australia conference in Brisbane, I met both her and Alison, who was newly published, and from those tentative beginnings a very special friendship began. We write very different stories but somehow they seem to meld, and on the occasions when we do get together—I live about two thousand kilometers from Marion, and Alison at that time lived in New Zealand and now lives and writes in France—we invariably came up with an idea for another series we could write together.

  It is very special to me not only to have these two women as my friends but to have the opportunity to work with them for a short time. This is the third book in the series and although they can all be read as single stories, if you haven’t read the others I think you would enjoy all four of the Bondi Bay Heroes books.

  Meredith Webber

  Healed by Her Army Doc

  Meredith Webber

  Books by Meredith Webber

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  The Halliday Family

  A Forever Family for the Army Doc

  Engaged to the Doctor Sheikh

  A Miracle for the Baby Doctor

  From Bachelor to Daddy

  Wildfire Island Docs

  The Man She Could Never Forget

  A Sheikh to Capture Her Heart

  The Accidental Daddy

  The Sheikh Doctor’s Bride

  The One Man to Heal Her

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  Praise for Meredith Webber

  “The way this story ended had me cheering for this couple’s happy ever after.... I would recommend A Forever Family for the Army Doc by Meredith Webber if you enjoy the fake relationship trope or a story where the hero and heroine are meant to be.”

  —Harlequin Junkie

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EXCERPT FROM RESCUED BY HER MR. RIGHT BY ALISON ROBERTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  SHE MIGHT BE Kate’s favourite relative and most stalwart support, but Aunt Alice was adept at catching Kate in unguarded moments and tonight was no exception.

  ‘You’ve only worked a half-shift today, and you’re off duty tomorrow, so it couldn’t be better, and you’ve got the excuse of that team meeting you had this afternoon,’ Alice pointed out.

  The team meeting that afternoon was the reason Kate was unguarded, though flummoxed would have been a better word. Arriving late from Theatre, still pulling off her theatre cap and running her fingers through her chaotic, needing-a-cut hair, she’d rushed into the SDR meeting room, and the first person Kate had seen had been Angus.

  Not surprising, the seeing part. Men who stood just over six feet tall and had the shoulders that went with the height weren’t easy to miss.

  But Angus?

  Here!

  Shock halted her momentarily, then, as her bones had turned to jelly, she’d subsided into the nearest seat, rather wishing her weight would take it straight down through the floor.

  Or there’d be an earthquake, tornado, hospital on fire—any distraction...

  The worst of it was that whatever had flared between them three years ago on the island was just as electrifyingly alive as it had been back then. She could feel that inexplicable awareness that had rocked both of them arcing across the room between them. Looked up to check she couldn’t actually see it in the form of flashing lightning because she’d heard it in the thunder in her veins.

  Angus!

  ‘You can tell Harriet what was discussed,’ Alice was persisting, bringing Kate out of the horrendous memories of the afternoon meeting of the Specialist Disaster Response team. ‘She’s really down about missing it, well, not the meeting so much but as being part of the team. She could have gone to the meeting, but I think that Pete was supposed to collect her and, as far as I can make out, he’s been conspicuous by his absence lately.’

  Not much got past Alice, who, although unconnected to the hospital, was a long-term resident of the apartment block where so many of the staff lived.

  In her head Kate acknowledged her great-aunt was right, and not only about Harriet’s boyfriend disappearing. Before she’d injured her leg in an accident on a training day for the SDR, Harriet had been an integral and enthusiastic part of the team but after battling operations and infections she must be wondering if she’d ever be able to join it again, while she and Pete had been one of the glamour couples of Bondi Bayside Hospital’s social scene.

  Not that Kate was part of that scene, but in any hospital there were few secrets.

  ‘Go on,’ Alice was saying. ‘You’ve lived here two years, you work at the same hospital, belong to that team together, and you barely know Harriet. You can’t shut yourself away for ever—it’s just not natural. She probably thinks you’re a terrible snob because you’re a surgeon and she’s only a nurse.’

  ‘Hardly “only” a nurse, Alice,’ Kate said. ‘She’s one of the top nurses in the ICU and that’s probably one of the most important jobs in the whole hospital.’

  Kate was glad of the conversation—anything to keep her mind off the SDR meeting.

  Off Angus!

  He can’t be here!

  He is!

  She dragged her mind back to the subject of Alice’s conversation, to Harriet Collins.

  ‘Intensive Care is high-level nursing. It’s just that with work and study and keeping up the level of fitness I need to stay on the team I don’t really have time—’

  ‘Tosh!’ said Alice. ‘You’re hiding away from something—from life itself, in fa
ct. I know you needed to grieve for the baby, that’s why I asked you to come and live here with me. New hospital, new job, new people—but you should have moved on by now. This self-imposed isolation of yours has gone on long enough. So get over to Harriet’s apartment and tell her about the meeting. Find a way to convince her she’ll get back on the team before long.’

  Knowing it was futile to argue, Kate had a quick shower, washed her hair, pulled on jeans and a light sweatshirt and made her way along the corridor to Harriet’s apartment, her feet beating out an accompaniment to the phrase running over and over in her head.

  I will not think about Angus, it went. I will not think about Angus. I will not think about Angus...

  Harriet’s apartment was at the front of the block so as Harriet opened the door—more than slightly startled—Kate could see straight through the living room to the ocean beyond, painted pale pink and violet as it reflected the colours of the sky at sunset.

  ‘Kate!’

  The exclamation told Kate she’d guessed right, although she now substituted ‘extremely’ for the ‘slightly’ in the startled stakes.

  ‘I hope I’m not interrupting you but I thought you might like to know what went on at the meeting.’

  Harriet stared at her and seeing the blankness in her hazel eyes, and the pale drawn skin beneath the lovely auburn hair, Kate had to set aside her own preoccupation and accept that Alice—as ever—had been right. All was not well with the usually vibrant Harriet.

  ‘So, can I come in?’

  Wordlessly, Harriet stepped back and waved her hand towards the living room.

  ‘What a fantastic view! You take in the whole bay. It’s unbelievable. You must see the beach and ocean in so many moods. Are you a photographer? You could take a thousand pictures from your balcony with not one of them the same.’

  Kate knew she was blethering, but Harriet’s silence was unnerving and she’d already been totally unnerved once today.

  ‘Did Alice send you to cheer me up?’

  Not exactly the conversation opener Kate had expected but it would do.

  ‘Yes, she did. She’s worried about you. We’re all worried about you.’

  Deep breath!

  ‘Actually, to be honest, she’s worried about me too. She thinks I work too hard, but the SDR meeting was interesting. Blake had brought along an army bloke who has been working on a new emergency response tent. You know, one of those ones that fold up and can be dropped into disaster zones and comes complete with all our medical needs. Apparently, he has a new prototype he wants to trial next time we have a callout to somewhere fairly isolated.’

  ‘Not close to a local hospital or, say, in a bushfire where the hospital’s been damaged or destroyed,’ Harriet said, picking up on the idea immediately. ‘I’ve seen army ones on exercises we’ve taken with other teams. They really are a complete package, right down to food, water and accommodation for the first responders—enough for them to be self-sufficient for a fortnight.’

  Taking the words as a small spark of interest, Kate said, ‘Shall I tell you about it? Will we sit down?’

  Harriet was frowning slightly, but as Kate perched on the sofa, her hostess dropped into an armchair. The frown was understandable. Here was this neighbour, who’d been in the apartment block for two years yet had never ventured over the threshold, making herself at home.

  And talking, talking, talking—

  The doorbell shrilled, and Harriet’s frown deepened.

  ‘It must be someone from another apartment because they didn’t ring at the front door.’

  It shrilled again.

  ‘Would you like me to get it?’ Kate offered, her heart going out to the woman she’d only known as lively and active, now a pale shadow of her former self.

  A shadow with her injured leg still in its ungainly brace.

  ‘No, I’ll go.’

  Harriet rose to her feet and limped to the door, opening it to reveal the person Kate was still telling herself not to think about.

  ‘I’m sorry to disturb you,’ came the deep growl from the doorway. ‘I’m Angus Caruth, and Blake gave me Kate’s address, and then Alice said she was here and that you wouldn’t mind if I popped in to say hello. I barely recognised her earlier, at the meeting. I don’t think I’d ever seen Kate with dry hair.’

  Kate’s gut had twisted more with every word he spoke, but she’d regained some control over her mind, so as Harriet ushered in her new visitor, she used anger to mask all the other reactions that had rioted inside her since the meeting.

  ‘Blake gave you my address?’ she demanded. ‘Whatever happened to staff confidentiality?’

  ‘Oh, I’d blame Sam for that,’ Harriet said, obviously intrigued by this second visitor. She waved her arm towards the sofa, and invited Angus to sit. ‘Ever since she and Blake got together, she’s been seeing the world through a pearly haze of love.’

  She turned to Kate and smiled—smiled properly!

  ‘So what’s with the wet hair?’

  The smile was the first sign of the old Harriet that Kate had seen so she felt obliged to reply.

  ‘Angus and I met in a cyclone. Everyone had wet hair.’

  She kept her eyes on Harriet as she spoke, for all the good that did her. Her body was as aware of Angus as it would have been if he had been sitting on top of her—her skin prickling with something she’d rather call discomfort than—

  No, it couldn’t possibly be attraction...

  How could this have happened?

  Why did it have to be her hospital he’d turned up at?

  And why, after all this time, could he still affect her like this?

  But now he was talking again, and if she closed her eyes—

  She straightened in her seat.

  ‘“Angus and I met in a cyclone” hardly covers it,’ he was responding, smiling at her before turning to Harriet. ‘We were stuck in the dining room of a resort hotel and a tree had crashed into one glass wall, so we had about sixty panicking people to deal with. Kate calmly organised the wait staff to tear tablecloths into bandages and once we had all the injured settled as well as we could, she started everyone singing. I think trying to manage “Come to dinner” sung in four parts certainly took their minds off the howling gale and thunderous winds outside.’

  Refusing to yield to the memories, Kate tried desperately to ignore the man on the sofa beside her—to ignore all the signals that were zapping between their bodies.

  She had to get away, to sort out what was happening and why, after three years, she should still feel this way about a man she barely knew.

  It was the coward’s way out but she turned to Harriet.

  ‘Angus is the man I was telling you about, the one with the new tent, and now he’s here, he can tell you about it himself.’

  She pushed herself to her feet, hoping her face wasn’t revealing the torrent of emotions roaring inside her—hoping her legs would hold her up and, most of all, hoping Angus couldn’t see the quivering mess his presence had made of her body.

  ‘I really should go,’ she added. ‘It’s my turn to cook dinner.’

  She strode to the door, opening it and pausing briefly to waggle her fingers in farewell.

  And to take in the face of the man who’d haunted her dreams for the past three years.

  Angus!

  Closing the door behind her, she leant against the wall in the hall, eyes shut so she could see him again on her eyelids—check him against her memories.

  No, he hadn’t changed. Still the same dark, almost shorn hair, black quirky eyebrows above deep-set blue eyes, slightly crooked nose, the result she knew of a youthful brawl, and lips—

  She wouldn’t think about his lips—not the shape of them, or the paleness, or the way they’d felt as they’d brushed across her skin...

  Her heart f
luttered and for a moment she was back on the island—back in his arms—lost in blissful sensation...

  She pushed angrily away from the wall. How dared Blake Cooper give out her address? How dared Angus walk back into her life like this?

  * * *

  Angus felt her absence, which was ridiculous given he hadn’t seen her for three years, for all he’d thought about her. Wondering where she was, what she was doing, thinking about contacting her, but how?

  And why?

  To hurt her as he’d hurt Michelle—never being there for her when she’d needed him, never considering just how hard their separations had been for her?

  This new project would take him away even more. Their orders to leave would come within twenty-four hours of a disaster occurring somewhere in the world. Here today and gone tomorrow—how fair was that on any woman, let alone one he’d come to remember as special...?

  Then she’d rushed into the SDR room where he had been explaining the new emergency structure, her fingers flipping her hair into a dark halo around her head.

  Too far away to see the pale blue-grey of her eyes, but aware they’d widened in shock—

  ‘I’d rather hear about the cyclone than the tent.’

  Harriet’s words made him realise he was still staring at the door through which Kate had vanished.

  He caught the speculative gleam in Harriet’s eyes and smiled at her.

  ‘About the cyclone or about Kate Mitchell?’ he asked, and Harriet blushed.

  ‘Well, she has always been something of a mystery woman,’ she admitted. ‘I imagine the army is a bit like a hospital where everyone knows everyone else’s business, but Kate...’

  She shrugged.

  ‘Perhaps we’re better talking about the tent.’

  Angus smiled again and agreed, although his mind was whirling with questions. Kate a bit of a mystery woman? Blake Cooper had given much the same impression. A loner, he’d said. Yet the Kate Angus remembered had been outgoing and cheerful, shrugging off the pain she must have been feeling when she’d joked about honeymooning alone on the island.