They were both on their knees now, Selina behind the child’s head and Kane at his side. As she held open the boy’s slack mouth, he shone a pencil torch into his throat.
‘Can you see it?’ she asked.
He shook his head.
‘No…Yes! Yes! I can! It’s bright green and oblong.’
‘Can you reach it?’ she gasped.
‘You bet I can,’ he said coolly. ‘Don’t let the boy move, Selina. I don’t want to push it further down than it is already.’
The only sound in the room was the sobbing of the distraught mother as Kane carefully lifted the obstruction out of her child’s throat. He held it aloft triumphantly, before throwing it to one side and ordering, ‘Oxygen, Selina. He’s still breathing but only just.’
* * *
An hour later they were back at the ambulance station. The little boy, with his relieved mother in attendance, had been admitted to the children’s ward at the hospital, where they were going to examine his throat for any damage from the obstruction and would monitor his breathing for twenty-four hours.
It had been Selina’s turn to be silent on the return journey and eventually he’d said, ‘So what’s the problem?’
‘There isn’t one.’
‘Oh, come on!’ he hooted. ‘Let me guess. You don’t like working with me. You prefer cheerful Charlie. You think I was too chatty with the boy’s mother on the way to hospital. Or maybe the opposite—that I’m not sympathetic enough with the public.’
‘You’re crazy,’ she said with a smile that took the sting from the words. ‘How can I know whether I like working with you? It’s only our first day together. As to Charlie, you’re faster than he was, but not as cheerful by any means.
‘And, no, I didn’t think you were too familiar with Dean’s mother. You were just trying to calm her. I haven’t had time to see how you treat the public in general, but it seems clear that you see me as a pair of hands rather than a person. Could that he because you don’t like working with someone of my sex?’
He eyed her sharply at the question.
‘And who might have told you that?’
‘Does it matter?’
‘No. I suppose not. But I’m not keen on having my likes and dislikes discussed in public.’
‘So is it true?’ she persisted.
‘Yes and no.’
‘Meaning?’
‘I once had an unpleasant experience.’
‘And have now tarred us all with the same brush?’
A smile tugged at the corners of Kane’s fascinating mouth.
‘You make me sound like a flattering combination of male chauvinist and bighead.’
Selina had to laugh.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s early days for us, isn’t it? We’ll adjust to each other’s peculiarities in time, no doubt.’
As Kane’s cool, dark gaze took in the charms of his new assistant he knew that he didn’t find her peculiar at all. Unique maybe. She was beautiful in her golden slenderness, and tranquil with it, unlike a lot of women he’d come across.
Yet life had dealt her a poor hand so far. She’d lost a young husband and it stood to reason that they’d been happy. He couldn’t imagine a man being unhappy with a woman like Selina Sanderson.
He shook his head as if to clear it. He was getting soft, rhapsodising over a woman he’d only just met. And wasn’t he supposed to be watching his step as far as her sex were concerned?
When they arrived back at the station Selina said, ‘Let’s go and grab a coffee before we’re called out again.’
‘Good idea,’ he agreed equably, and it was as if their challenging discussion on the way back had never been.
* * *
During the next few days they established a situation they both seemed reasonably happy with. Workwise Selina was aware that Kane was extremely efficient, and under his brisk command they were offering a first-class service to sick and injured alike.
From a personal point of view she was curious about him. He hadn’t said so in so many words, but from the odd comment he’d made and his attitude in general she deduced that he had no ties, which was surprising as he was of striking appearance. Not attractive or handsome in the true sense of the words, but with a sort of dark magnetism that would instinctively appeal to womankind in general.
He was the complete opposite of Dave. He’d been fair-skinned, with light brown hair and boyish good looks, and as she dwelt on the comparison Selina was aghast at the channels that her thoughts were moving along.
Since losing the man who’d been her childhood sweetheart, no other male had invaded her consciousness until now. But, she told herself with calming reason, it was only to be expected that she would be aware of Kane if they were going to be working together for twelve hours at a time.
Charlie popped in for a chat and invited them all to join him for a farewell drink at a bar close to the station, and most of those who weren’t on duty agreed to go.
Selina and Kane were due for two days off and, knowing that Jill wouldn’t mind having Josh for this one evening, she accepted the invitation.
Kane had said nothing, obviously feeling that as a new member of staff it didn’t apply to him, but Charlie said, ‘You, too, Kane, if you feel like joining us. It’s no joke moving to a new town where you don’t know anyone, is it?’
Kane smiled, giving nothing away as usual, and said easily, ‘Thanks. I’ll bear it in mind.’
Selina felt guilty after that. Charlie was right. Kane was alone in a strange town. The station officer had reminded her of that on that first day. Though she’d like to bet he wouldn’t be alone for long.
At least she could offer him some hospitality until he’d made some friends. He’d said that he had a basic sort of flat somewhere near the hospital and that was all she knew about him.
‘I’ll be going to Charlie’s farewell tomorrow night,’ she said awkwardly as they set out on a call shortly after his visit, ‘but I’ve nothing planned for the night after and I wondered if you would like to come round for a meal.’
She could feel her face warming as he observed her with surprised dark eyes.
‘Just to show you some northern hospitality,’ she said quickly, ‘and I’m sure that Josh would like to see you again.’
‘Really? Well, on the strength of that I can’t refuse. What time?’
‘Seven?’
‘Yes, that will be fine.’
* * *
Later that night, sitting quietly in the summer twilight with Josh fast asleep upstairs, Selina was regretting her rash offer. Did she want another man eating at her table…in the house that had been hers and Dave’s?
She didn’t know whether she did or not, but she was about to find out. And, she reasoned, wasn’t she making too much of it? She’d asked Kane to dine with them merely as a gesture to a stranger in their town, not as a date.
When she’d asked Jill if she would mind Josh while she went to Charlie’s party her sister-in-law had said, ‘But of course. It’s time you had a social life. You haven’t had an evening out since Dave—’
‘I know,’ Selina had agreed softly, ‘and I haven’t wanted one,