Lightning Strikes Part 1 (36 Hours) by Mary Lynn Baxter

Author:Mary Lynn Baxter [Baxter, Mary Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-02-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Noah wanted to kick someone, mostly himself.

Dammit, he hated being blindsided. That was exactly what had happened. Amanda. In the flesh.And looking lovelier than he’d ever seen her. He hadn’t expected this encounter, at least not tonight. But hell, he shouldn’t have been surprised. It had been more than a good possibility that she’d be on duty, even without the present crisis. After all, ER was her bailiwick.

Still, he had assumed that when this meeting occurred, it would be on his terms. So much for control, he thought, again mentally kicking his backside.

Although he didn’t take time to register the changes in her appearance, he knew his mind would later recall every detail. For now, he had to rally past the venom radiating from her crystal blue eyes, eyes that never failed to make him want to know what lurked behind them.

That hadn’t changed.

He cursed silently, just as she said in a terse tone, “Let’s get busy. We have work to do.”

Okay. Two could play that game. If she wanted to pretend they were strangers, that was fine. Besides, her strategy was best: two doctors working to save a patient’s life. In this case, there were two lives at stake.

“I’m right behind you,” Noah said in his own no-nonsense voice, having already assessed the situation in the trauma room.

Nurses Bethany Kent and Liz Roberts were busy working on the wreck victims, a boy and a girl, dressed in their Friday night finery. But there was no celebrating at this moment. The youth was moaning and the girl was crying. Both appeared critical and in pain.

“Were there only two in the car?” Amanda asked.

“Yes, Doctor,” Liz responded. “At least, in this car.”

“What does that—”

“Her pulse is dropping rapidly!” Liz said to Noah, chopping off his sentence.

But it was Amanda who answered her. “Give her five cc’s of Demerol. Then call surgery and tell them she’s on her way up. She’s bleeding internally.”

“What about the boy?” Noah asked, moving to him, then looking at Amanda, who stood on the other side of the gurney.

“His pulse is stable, and it appears his wounds are superficial, but we’ll know more when we get him cleaned up.”

“Let’s just hope you’re right.” Noah’s lips stretched into a thin line. “You’d think these kids would know better than to drink and drive on a night like this.”

Amanda shook her head. “It seems they never learn.”

“Anything I can do?”

Both Noah and Amanda looked up as Karen Sloane hurried through the door, her face pinched with concern. Noah knew why; she had an eight-year-old daughter who could one day be lying on a stretcher in the same shape as these teenagers.

“My God, what happened?” Karen asked, her gaze springing from one teenager to the other.

“Looks like they tried to take on a tree and lost. But then, I’m just guessing.”

Amanda looked up and focused on Karen. “Since things are covered in here, could you speak to the police officers? I presume they’re standing by.”

Blood, combined with the smell of alcohol, permeated the room.

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