Her Doctor's Christmas Proposal. Louisa George

dinners, no shared intimacies. He could revisit some old haunts, discover new ones. On his own. He stuck out a hand.

      ‘Fine by me.’ She took it, her eyes widening at the shot of something that zipped between them as their palms touched. Heat burnt her cheeks as, with equal force, it seared through him, wild and unbidden, shocking in its intensity. For a moment she locked eyes again with him; this time he saw fire there. Then she let go and wiped her palm down her trousers as if trying to erase any trace of him from her skin. ‘So, what are you going to do? In Paris? Do you have plans?’

      ‘Oh, we’re doing polite chit-chat? The ever-so-charming Delamere dialogue?’

      All heat extinguished in a second, her glare intensified. ‘Gosh, you really do hate me and my family, don’t you?’

      ‘Isla’s sweet.’ He let the insult by omission sit with her for a moment. What was that line between love and hate? He knew he was straddling something of equal measure. He wanted her, and he didn’t want her. Too much either way, it was disturbing. ‘I was actually referring to the way you smooth over any difficult social encounter. How easy it is for you to glide seamlessly from one meaningless subject to the next.’

      ‘Then you don’t know me at all either, Sean. You think you do, but whatever misapprehensions you have about me, they’re wrong. I’m not like my mum and dad. I never was. I used to hate being paraded in front of the cameras and the elite with a begging bowl for whichever charity they favoured that month. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the causes they were fighting for, but I always felt awkward and embarrassed to be there.’

      He kept his face passive. ‘I thought I knew you. I always believed you were polar opposites to your parents.’ And even though he’d consoled himself over the years that she had just resorted to Delamere type and turned her back on him, here she was challenging him. Because he’d seen her in action, the compassion and the dedication. Truth was, he didn’t know her at all now, not really. He knew what she’d once been, but the young, bright Isabel Delamere didn’t exist any more—he was learning that very quickly.

      And the other unpalatable truth was that he was intrigued by her. He’d found out her secret and should have packed his bags—job done, history exposed—and put her and Cambridge behind him. But now he was in forced proximity with her and, well … she was a whole new fully realised version of the girl he’d known—a more professional, more intense, more dedicated version. It wouldn’t hurt to learn just a little bit more. For old times’ sake. ‘I guess the Delamere name would have helped your job prospects no end, though.’

      They were interrupted briefly by a waiter bringing the Chablis and cheese platter Sean had ordered on boarding.

      Even though they were at loggerheads she still accepted a glass of wine from him. Took a sip. Then answered, ‘Just like you I got where I am by sheer hard work. My name didn’t open any doors for me. Once out of the State of Victoria no one’s heard of Daddy—well, a few have but no one cares. He’s a neurosurgeon too, which isn’t very helpful to someone who wants a job in obstetrics.’

      ‘It can’t have hindered you, though.’

      She shook her head. ‘Whatever you want to believe, you clearly have it all worked out. But in reality I’m just bloody good at my job. I certainly don’t have to prove myself to you; my competence is between me, and my patients. Who, I might say, have ranged from a preeclampsic mum in Kiwirrkurra, to a too-posh-to-push minor British royal and everything in between. So get off your high horse, Anderson, and give me a break.’

      ‘You worked in Kiwirrkurra? I didn’t know that. Impressive.’ Kiwirrkurra had to be one of the most remote areas in the country so up-to-date technology and equipment would have been lacking, not to mention the barren, dry heat that shrouded the place. Not many would have been able to cope with the workload and unpredictability of outback medicine. It was the desert, for God’s sake; somehow he just couldn’t imagine Isabel there. ‘How the hell did you keep your diamonds free from all that red dust? Must have been a nightmare.’

      ‘Well, I didn’t take—’ She paused … looked at him … shook her head again, eyes rolling. ‘You’re pulling my chain. Ha-bloody-ha. Well, let me tell you, it was so-o-o hard, the dust got everywhere, and I mean, everywhere. I had to polish my diamonds every night before I went to bed.’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘Nah.’ But there was a smile there. It glittered, lit up her face. And for the first time since he’d been in this hemisphere it felt as if there was a breakthrough between them. Tiny, compared to what they’d had years ago—or at least what he’d thought they’d had—but it was something they could hang the next week on instead of all this anger-fuelled bile. She laughed then. ‘Well, you still know how to wind me up, I’ll give you that.’

      ‘Too easy, mate. Too easy.’

      She had some more wine. ‘Tell me about your gap year.’

      How to capture the wealth of experiences in one conversation? ‘It wasn’t much different from a lot of people’s to be honest. I took the year off between university and internship. Went to India to do some volunteer work at a community hospital—went for a month, stayed ten. Then took two months to see some of Europe.’