Listy w góry. Agnieszka Lis

disposal bag, ‘I’ll get rid of these,’ she muttered as she turned to leave.

      This was going to be nightmare. This ship was huge. Big enough for two thousand, six hundred passengers and five hundred staff. But this medical centre? Not so big. And the staff worked very closely together. Some days the medical centre felt positively crowded.

      And the last thing she needed was to be stuck with some playboy doc. A pain shot through her chest. The last time she’d been distracted by a playboy doc it had had a devastating effect on her family life, causing irreparable damage. She could not allow that to happen again, no matter what the circumstances.

      Every part of her body was buzzing. She hadn’t even had a chance to think about what had happened today. She’d resuscitated someone.

      Someone who could, potentially, have died if she hadn’t taken those actions.

      The thought of dealing with a death again horrified her. It didn’t matter that she was a nurse. Her circumstances had changed. Everything had changed.

      Deaths weren’t supposed to happen on cruise ships. Working here was part of her safety net—keeping her away from the aspects of her job she couldn’t deal with any more.

      And now him.

      On top of everything else.

      She leaned back against the wall. There was no two ways about it.

      This ship wasn’t big enough for the two of them.