As for Lachlan’s intentions, she wasn’t naive. There was a limit to what she could expect. Nurses weren’t groomed to become doctors, not even in a northern outpost, nor did she detect even a flicker of chemistry between them. He was just that absorbed in his work, and she was always there. She saw the beginnings and ends of shifts as guidelines, and then went back to the nurses’ residence to read anything she could lay her hands on about the treatment of the disease. She’d begun, even in her own modest estimation, to hold her own in a conversation with him.
“We’re flying blind here, Nurse MacPherson,” Lachlan said, as he breezed along the hallway to the women’s ward. She hurried to keep up. “The disease shows itself differently in these people. Its entry point doesn’t matter. Once the bac
