when she was unsure of her next move.
âNope. Any time.â Rafe hung his own coat in the back of the car, and it started to drip.
âWeâre staying here. Until I say so, right?â
âYes. Thatâs right.â Mimi and Jack had always been close and always looked out for each other, but that had never inspired this sharp ache of jealousy before and it took Rafe by surprise. It had been five years. Even if it felt like just a few days since heâd last wrapped himself in her warm scent before drifting off to sleep. If she and Jack were together now, it was hardly a surprise.
She relaxed slightly into the seat. âMight take a while. If you get tired of waiting...â
âYou think I donât care about Jack?â Theyâd all been friends once. Whatever had happened since, Rafe still reserved the right to be concerned for him.
Her honey-brown eyes considered the question for a moment. âNo. I donât think that.â
She leaned forward, propping her phone on the dashboard, and Rafe wondered whether he should turn on the car radio to mask the silence. She looked just the same. Dark blonde hair, captured in a plait that was currently tucked into the back of her shirt. How many times had he watched her weaving it into that plait in the morning before she went to work?
âWhat are you doing here, Rafe?â The question had obviously been circulating in her head for a while and she didnât meet his gaze when she asked it.
âThis areaâs the worst hit by the weather conditions. All the hospitals in the county are sparing staff where they can.â
âAnd you drew the short straw?â
âI volunteered.â Suddenly it seemed important that she know that. âIâm on leave for two weeks...â
âThis is your holiday?â She raised her eyebrows.
âYeah. Beats the South of France any time.â
She gave a little nod. âThanks.â
The thank you was more likely to be on behalf of her hospital to his, but Rafe preferred to take it personally and think that Mimi was actually glad to see him, despite the evidence to the contrary. All the same, she seemed to be relaxing a little now.
âYou and Jack are still a team, then?â
âNot for much longer. I passed my exams and Iâm a qualified paramedic now.â She almost smiled. Almost but not quite.
âYouâre staying here to take up your promotion?â
âNo, Iâm moving.â
âJackâll miss you.â
âI wonât be going that far...â She broke off suddenly, staring at him. Maybe heâd been a little too obviously fishing for information. âWho Iâm going out with is none of your business, Rafe.â
âNo, I know. But, out of interest, are you...and Jack?â
âLike I said, none of your business. What about you?â
âNah. Jackâs not my type.â
âI didnât mean...â The outrage drained out of her and she started to laugh. âHeâd be very glad to hear you say that.â
She fell suddenly silent, her brow creased in a frown, as if making her laugh had now become a hanging offence. Rafe settled back in his seat, watching the rain drum on the windscreen and wondering whether it was worth cracking a few more jokes, just to see how cross he could make her.
CHAPTER TWO
I T WAS A great deal easier to dislike Rafe when he wasnât around. Mimi stared gloomily at her phone, her finger tapping impatiently on the small screen.
The expected beep made her jump. A long text from an unrecognised number said that Jack was okay and in the Church Hall. Heâd keep her updated as and when he knew more about the situation. And wasnât that Rafe heâd seen with her on the other side of the water?
When Mimi texted back that it was, she received a smiley face. Clearly Jack hadnât thought about the ramifications of the situation. She might have a lift home, but