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her blouse in all the right places.
    He pushed back. ‘I’m sure you are. But you’re having one, anyway.’
    That was it! Mia put her hands on her hips, barelysuppressing the juvenile urge to stamp her foot. ‘Oh, no, I’m not.’
    He nodded. ‘Ten tomorrow morning.’
    Her gaze locked on his mouth the same time his locked on hers. Something stirred deep in her belly. A primal recognition of attraction. A potent force.
    She lifted her chin. ‘You can’t make me.’
    Luca felt a subtle shift in the signals emanating from her. Had that challenge been sexual? A nurse bustled past and gave them a strange look.
    Luca inclined his head to a nearby door. ‘Shall we discuss this in private?’
    Mia knew it was the on-call room. ‘Fine,’ she muttered, her heart rate suddenly trebling.
    She followed him through the open doorway into the empty room. ‘I’m not seeing a shrink, Luca. You can—’
    Luca turned abruptly, cutting her off with a swift, hard kiss, crowding her back towards the door, shutting it with the combined weight of their two bodies.
    Every cell in Mia’s body leapt to life. She grabbed the knot of his tie, pulling him flush against her.
    She groaned, or was it him?
    Madness, it was madness.
    She broke off. ‘We said once,’ she gasped.
    Luca nodded. ‘I know.’ And then he went back for more.
    Mia gave herself up to the urgent press of his mouth. The bold stroke of his hand against her breast. The hard thrust of his erection.
    She whimpered as he ground his pelvis into hers and rubbed herself shamelessly against him. Her hands travelledto his butt, urging him closer, nearer, angling him just right.
    She shut her eyes as he hit the spot, her head lolling back against the door. His mouth moved lower to the mad flutter at the side of her neck.
    The flutter was everywhere. In her breasts and her belly and between her legs. It thrummed through her ears in a deafening thunder like the roar of the ocean or the call of the wild.
    Luca. Luca. Luca.
    Not even the peeling of an emergency beeper pierced it. It took two squealing beepers to manage that.
    Mia pushed on Luca’s chest as the sound finally penetrated. They were both gasping, their clothes askew as they automatically reached for their pagers.
    Damn! ‘Cardiac arrest two minutes out,’ Mia panted.
    Luca nodded as he read the same message on his beeper. ‘Great timing,’ he murmured.
    Mia took a few seconds to straighten her clothes and clear the heavy fog of lust from her brain. Luca followed suit.
    ‘How do I look?’ she asked as she quickly retied her hair to its pristine smoothness.
    Luca smiled. ‘Like you’ve been thoroughly kissed.’
    Mia glared at him.
    That was exactly what she’d been afraid of!
    The following night, Mia snuggled into her ancient duffle coat as she and Evie left The Harbour behind them and crossed over the road, heading for the flashing neon sign that read ‘Pete’s’ . It was nearly ten o’clock but Wednesday was traditionally staff discount night—if you could produce an SHH badge, drinks were half-price—itwas an ingrained part of The Harbour’s culture.
    Not that the majority of people letting their hair down at tables needed to produce ID. Pete, the owner, had been running the popular bar for the last twenty years and not only knew who was who but usually who was doing who as well.
    Of course he would never have disclosed such information. Like every good barkeeper, discretion was his middle name. And it was definitely the reason why Pete’s had been the hangout for SHH staff over the years.
    Sure, proximity and comfy booths also helped but when down-time was limited, a cosy place nearby where a busy professional could talk and unwind and not be on for a while or worry about gossip, which was already rife enough in their work environment, was definitely appreciated.
    He was also fiercely protective of the hard-working staff at Sydney’s most prestigious hospital. He didn’t tolerate customers who