their footsteps and the drip of rain from the trees, Mimi resolved to do the same.
She thought sheâd left this all behind. Taken charge, caught whatever life could throw at her and thrown it back. But right now she felt just as alone as she had five years ago, when Rafe had left, and still weighed down by the memories from her past.
Seventeen years old and clinging to her twin brother, Charlie, on the night theyâd heard their parents had died in a car crash. Promising that theyâd always be there for each other...
That promise had been kept. And, as the pain of their loss had diminished, Mimi had known that Mum and Dad would be proud of the way that she and Charlie had stuck together.
Twenty-one years old. Sheâd thought that sheâd been in love with Graham, and then heâd slapped her down with that list. A comprehensive catalogue of Mimiâs faults and failings, which he had used to justify having slept with someone else behind her back.
Sheâd let him go, but somehow the list had been harder to shake. Stamped on her brain, a reminder that she was irretrievably flawed and a warning against ever trusting a man again.
But Rafe had made her believe that one last try might be possible. He had been the handsome doctor in attendance when Charlie was brought into A and E, so terribly injured, after falling from a window. It was thanks to his skill and quick action that Charlie still had some mobility left in his legs, and could pull himself up from his wheelchair and walk a few steps.
Twenty-three. When Rafeâs mother had been diagnosed with cancer sheâd tried so hard to support him, the way heâd supported her and Charlie, but heâd shut her out over and over again. Every day sheâd felt him slip away a little more, and when heâd finally left it had been just a confirmation of everything that the list had taught her. She just wasnât good enough. And it hurt so much more to be not good enough for someone you really loved.
Mimi had picked up the pieces and set her goals. Helping Charlie regain his independence. Getting her paramedic qualification. Wiping Rafe out of her life, and never giving any man the chance to break her heart again. And sheâd achieved them.
So how come she was wet through, trudging through a wood with Rafe? Feeling all the insecurities that she thought sheâd put behind her. Wondering what he was thinking, and whether he might be comparing her with someone else and finding her lacking.
The straps of the bag were cutting into her shoulder and she shifted it a little. She would deal with it. She felt bad, but that had never stopped her before. It would pass. Rafe would be history again, very soon.
As they approached the place that Cass had indicated the canopy of trees thinned slightly, giving way to long grass, which had been flattened and muddied when the river broke its banks. On the other side she could see Cassâs party, climbing a rocky outcrop that rose twenty feet above the level of the fast-flowing water.
âIf theyâre going to get a line across, this is the place to do it.â Rafe had come to a halt, looking around.
âYep.â Mimi looked up at the iron-grey sky. âAt least itâs stopped raining.â
He nodded. Finally it seemed theyâd found something that they could agree on.
Cass and the men on the other side were securing the end of a long rope around the trunk of a tree. She was as tall as the men with her, and seemed to be directing them. As she worked her hood fell back off her head, showing a shock of red hair, bright against the browns and dirty greens of the landscape.
Mimiâs phone rang.
âWeâre ready.â Cass didnât bother with any preliminaries. âIâm going to try and throw a line to you. Be ready to grab it.â
âOkay. Standing by...â Mimi looked up at Rafe. âThereâs a rope coming over.â
He nodded, and Mimi saw