All The King's Horses: A Tale Of Eternal Love Read Free

no doubt run into him when you’ve been discharged.”
    “I hope so.”
    “I’m sure you will. There are not many places you can hide in a place as small as Paihia, and I doubt he’s gone into hiding.”
    Christy thought about what she had said after she left. Paihia was a small place. It couldn’t have more than fifteen hundred residents, although it did swell considerably during the tourist season. He shouldn’t be too difficult to track down. She would feel like a real goose when she did come face to face with him though. She had put the poor man through a real ordeal this morning and she was ashamed of herself because of it.
    A smattering of the events was coming back to her. She could remember him standing over her as she recovered. He had no shirt on she clearly recalled that, and what a fine body he had too. He was muscular, but not overdone like those silly sports stars that spent hours at the gym. No, he was nicely muscled.
    She could remember him shivering too because he had given her his shirt to wear. He must have gone home without it too as it was neatly folded up on the small table beside her bed with her other belongings.
    She had an excuse to search him out now. Not just to thank him, but to return his shirt to him.
    He had soft brown eyes. That suddenly came back to her. How she could possibly have noticed that when she had been retching pretty well most of the time he was there she didn’t know. But she had noticed it, and it had been stored quietly away in her memory bank until now. They were a lovely soft brown, and they were gentle eyes that had looked down on her with compassion. She reached over and scooping up the shirt held it to her cheek. If there was one thing she was determined to do it was to track down the owner of those eyes.

 
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    It had been a long night with a particularly awkward client, and Kent was whacked. What was it with high flying businessmen that they always expected Kent to perform impossible feats with the boat? The Japanese the night before had been bad enough, but this fellow had been diabolical. Never satisfied with any of the fish he had caught he was constantly demanding that Kent move him to a new fishing ground. It was almost always dangerously close to a reef or rocky shore. He wasn’t polite about it either, and that’s what grated on Kent the most.
    As Kent passed the spot on the beach he had saved the young woman he wondered how she was doing. He really must get over to the hospital this morning to wish her well. He was running late though, his picky client had seen to that, and so he quickened his pace towards home.
    Three hours later Kent pulled up outside the hospital and walked into reception with a big bunch of flowers in his hand. “I wonder if you could help me,” he said, to the smiling blonde behind the desk. “A young woman was brought in yesterday morning by ambulance. A near drowning, I wonder if you could tell me what ward she’s in?”
    The blonde looked down at the flowers and her smile widened. “You must be the guy who saved her. And now you’ve brought her flowers. How sweet is that?”
    “Yes, I am the person who pulled her out of the water,” Kent admitted sheepishly. “I would like to give her these if I could.” He held the flowers up so she could get a better look.
    “They’re beautiful, but I’m afraid Christy’s already gone home. Her father picked her up half an hour ago.”
    Kent’s face fell. “That’s a shame. I was hoping to meet her under happier circumstances than the last time.”
    “Sorry, you’ve only missed her by thirty minutes too. I’m sure she would’ve been pleased to see you.”
    Kent looked at the flowers in his hand for a moment. “You couldn’t give these to one of the patients who a little cheering up could you?”
    “Of course,” she took the flowers from him and laid them on the counter. “There’s an old lady with no family who came in last night. She’ll be