Not her love.

She only had room in her heart for one…

‘Don’t let Lizzy blackmail you into it,’ she teased lightly and Sam gripped her hand, opened his eyes and met her look.

‘I won’t let her do that. Fern, I’ve been thinking…’

‘What have you been thinking?’

‘Well…’ Sam’s voice died away as if gathering strength but his lawyer’s ability to argue a case won the day.

‘You and me…We’re fond of each other. Right?’

‘Right.’

‘But you’d never poison people on my behalf…or try to drown yourself…’

Fern’s lips twitched. ‘No,’ she agreed, her voice a trifle unsteady. ‘I’d never do that.’

‘I think I want that.’

Fern swallowed. She nodded wisely and fought for the right words. ‘You don’t…you don’t think you might find poisoning and drowning just…just a trifle unsettling?’

Despite her fight for control, Sam heard the laughter bubble through Fern’s words and the lawyer managed a smile in response.

‘Hell, Fern, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if I do,’ he whispered. ‘But…but last night I nearly lost here. And I realised…I realised what I was losing…’

He broke off.

The door had opened behind them. There was a tiny whimper of sound and Sam’s gaze shifted to see who had just entered.

It was Lizzy. His love…

‘Lizzy, love…’ Sam whispered, acknowledging finally what Lizzy had always known, and Fern was forgotten.

Lizzy must have heard every word.

She’d come in looking defiant but now…now every trace of defiance on the girl’s face crumpled to nothing. With a sob the girl ran across the room and buried her face on the coverlet.

‘Oh, Sam…Oh, Sam…’

‘Don’t cry, Liz,’ Sam whispered, his hand releasing Fern to stroke Lizzy’s hair. ‘It’ll be right. I guess we have to sort things out after this-so we can stay together. I can come back to the island and practise law. Somehow…somehow being a big-shot city lawyer doesn’t seem such a good deal-after last night.’

‘I’ll live in the city with you,’ Lizzy sobbed. ‘I was crazy to say I wouldn’t. You don’t have to come home because of me.’

‘We’ll see,’ Sam whispered.

Fern smiled again. She could see what was in Sam’s mind. The havoc Lizzy Hurst could wreak in the city could be horrendous. Poisoning a whole island of people could be cast into insignificance.

‘I’ll leave you, then,’ she said, and neither of them heard.

She had no place here-between lovers.

‘Thank you, Fern,’ Sam whispered, as he finally realised she was leaving, but he had eyes only for his Lizzy.

‘So, how does it feel to be a jilted bride?’

Quinn was waiting for Fern in the corridor, his words sympathetic but his eyes still dangerous.

Lizzy had left the door open.

Quinn must have heard enough.

Fern smiled right back. Right at this minute being jilted didn’t seem all that bad. It was somehow as if a rather large weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Her world was very much the right way up this morning.

With Quinn smiling at her like that, miracles were possible.

Miracles were probable.

She laughed up into his taunting, laughterfilled eyes.

‘It’s mortifying,’ she said and made her voice low and mournful. ‘And the worst thing is, Dr Gallagher, that I’ve just realised I’m a born spinster.’

“A born”…’ Quinn folded his arms across his chest and his wicked eyes asked a million questions. ‘Why?’

‘Because Sam asked me if I’d poison people for him-or drown myself for love-and I’ve realised that I wouldn’t do that for any man. No one!’

‘Not even for me?’

The words caught her by surprise. Fern’s eyes flashed up to his, expecting more laughter, but the laughter was softened by something behind his eyes that was deadly serious.

Fern’s own laughter died.

‘Not…not even for you, Quinn Gallagher,’ she whispered, and her voice trembled.

‘Not even a little bit? Not even a dose of Epsom salts in the punch to win your love?’

He sounded so disappointed that Fern almost choked. The laughter bubbled again, unbidden.

She fought for gravity-for some sort of control of a situation that was reeling way out of control.

‘I thought you were going to bed,’ she said darkly.

‘I’ve told you.’ Quinn’s voice was mock innocent. ‘I’m getting rid of your fiance first. And then…’

And then…

Before she knew what he was about, Quinn stepped forward and caught her in his arms. She was ruthlessly kissed with a speed that left her gasping-that left her weak as butter in his hold-but was then released with equal speed.

It might never have happened.

Two seconds later Quinn was standing nonchalantly back against the wall as Geraldine swept around the corner. He looked for all the world like the cat that had won the cream-but to the passing nurse it could seem as if he hadn’t touched anyone…Dr Gallagher and Dr Rycroft were indulging in formal conversation-no more…

‘Now, about that future appointment…’ Quinn said to Fern-his eyes wicked with laughter, his look delighting at the crimson suffusing her cheeks-and then turned his attention to Geraldine.

‘Ah, Sister…’ His voice was bland and impersonal. ‘Looking for me?’

The nurse looked from Fern’s crimson face to Quinn’s bland one and back again and Fern knew that she wasn’t totally deceived. The island would be buzzing with gossip by nightfall.

‘The air ambulance has landed, Doctor,’ the nurse said primly, her voice a little severe. She didn’t like people trying to pull the wool over her eyes, Geraldine didn’t. ‘Is Mr Hubert ready?’

‘I’ll make sure he is.’ Quinn pushed himself from lounging against the wall to an upright stance and

straightened his white surgical coat. ‘It’s a serious duty-to get Mr Hubert off the island. Enough of this nonsense, Dr Rycroft,’ he said sternly. ‘You appear to be distracting me from my duty. There’s work to be done.’

Enough of this nonsense…

While Quinn prepared Sam for travel and briefed the two doctors who had come on the plane to escort Sam to Sydney, Fern walked down and sat with her aunt.

Maud was sleeping.

Her aunt’s obs were steady and her colour wasn’t as bad as the day before but she certainly didn’t look healthy.

What on earth would Maud say when she found out that Fern and Sam had broken their engagement?

She’d be heartbroken.

‘I’ve just broken my promise to you,’ Fern whispered down to her sleeping aunt, the consequences of the morning flooding in. ‘How can I marry on the island now?’

There was one possibility that refused to be suppressed.

If she couldn’t marry Sam, then who…?

Enough of this nonsense…


* * *

It took almost an hour before the air ambulance team were satisfied that Sam was stable enough to travel. Then he was carefully lifted out into Quinn’s makeshift ambulance to be taken out to the airstrip.

Fern stood at the hospital entrance and watched him go.

‘Good luck, Sam,’ she whispered as he passed, reaching down to squeeze his hand in a grip of farewell.

Sam’s eyes flicked open from his drug-induced sleep and he focused on her face.

‘Fern…’ He grabbed her hand hard and held it, making the two men carrying him pause.

‘Fern, you know I can’t marry you now,’ he whispered.

‘I know that.’ Fern leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. ‘We never should have agreed to marry in the first place. We’re friends, Sam. Just friends. I hope we always will be.’

‘But, Fern…’ Sam’s grip still held tight. ‘Your aunt…’

He’d remembered.

‘She’ll be fine,’ Fern assured him, feeling far from sure herself. ‘I’ll persuade her to have the operation somehow.’

‘You’ll just have to marry another islander,’ Sam muttered. ‘Or how about marrying Dr Gallagher? He seems sweet on you!’

Even Sam had noticed, then.

There was a deathly silence.

Both ambulance bearers had heard, as had Lizzy walking beside the stretcher. And so had Quinn, following behind.

‘Don’t be silly, Sam,’ Fern said and her voice was a trifle breathless.

‘Yeah, Sam.’ Lizzy was carrying a suitcase and sticking close by Sam’s stretcher. She flashed a glance at Fern that was still a bit unsure-still a bit jealous. ‘Don’t be silly. I hope…I sure hope Fern does find someone…But it won’t be Doc Gallagher.’

‘Why not?’ Argumentative as ever, Sam had his teeth in a good idea and he was sticking to it ‘Doc Gallagher seems a decent bloke and there’s nothing wrong with our Fern.’

Our Fern. Islander talk.

Islander talk for one of them.

‘Of course there’s not,’ Lizzy agreed kindly. She could afford to be generous now. ‘But she still can’t marry Dr Gallagher. How can she marry someone who’s already married?’

Quinn married…

The group around the stretcher moved on and Fern stood aside to let them pass.

She stood absolutely still on the hospital steps as Quinn supervised Sam into the makeshift ambulance. Lizzy and the two doctors disappeared into its cavernous interior and Quinn closed the doors behind them.

He cast a doubtful look back at Fern.

Had he heard what Lizzy had said?

He must have. His doubtful look was for how Fern would take it.

There was no time for talk now. Quinn raised a hand in a gesture of farewell, swung into the driver’s seat and then the ambulance and its load disappeared down the road toward the airstrip.

He’d be gone for twenty minutes or more.

Breathing time.

There was nothing to breathe for.

Still Fern didn’t move. If someone was watching from the hospital windows they’d assume she was bereft-a white-faced girl staring after an ambulance as though it held everything she held most dear.

They’d assume she was grieving for Sam.