His Surgeon Under The Southern Lights. Robin Gianna

his feet. As they moved toward the station, Zeke jogged up next to them, barely out of breath.

      “Looks like you’re doing okay. Hang in there. I’ll take over for you, Chip.”

      “Thanks. I’ll check on you as soon as I’m done here, Pete.”

      Chip moved away and Zeke held Pete steady as his dark eyes moved to meet Jordan’s. “What did he hurt?”

      “About to find out. Arm or shoulder, based on what he said.”

      “Are we taking him to the clinic? Is it ready?”

      “Is that a real question, Mr. Field Medic?” She smiled. “It’s not fully pulled together yet but ready to see patients. But you don’t need to come.”

      “Might as well see if I can help, since you’re alone there until the next boat arrives.”

      “Appreciate it.” And she did. Much as she could handle whatever was going on alone if she had to, if something was broken or dislocated, having someone there to assist would be a big help, especially without a nurse.

      “That was a pretty exciting maneuver there, Pete. Wish I’d gotten it on video,” Zeke said as he kept a steadying hand behind Pete’s back.

      The man managed a weak laugh. “Yeah. I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

      “Being famous for crashing during the snowmobile practice is better than nobody knowing who you are, right? A good way to introduce yourself to the women at the base, who’ll all feel sorry for you and ask how you’re feeling.”