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Mack frowned as he thought about how he should answer. Alexandria was from Melbourne so she might not have heard of the Brisbane court case, although he knew for a fact the national press had run it for a couple of days. He hated the look people gave him when they finally realized who he was. “Oh that Dr MacDonald,” they would say. He wasn’t sure if it was pity or suspicion that lingered in their gaze, he didn’t usually hang around long enough to find out.

The intrusion into his private life had been unbearable, the press had hounded him day in and day out in the lead up to the hearing. His deeply ingrained reserve had been invaded in such a way that he knew it would take many months, if not years to really trust anyone again.

“Mack?” she prompted.

He looked down at her upturned face, the creamy curves of her cheeks petal-smooth except for a tiny dusting of freckles over the bridge of her pert nose. “I felt a bit stifled in the city,” he said somewhat gruffly. “You know how it is, all work and no play.”

He watched as her lips shifted with the weight of a sigh. “Yes I do know,” she said. “I hate to be the one to tell you this but it might be a whole lot worse out here.”

“I am sure it will be no more than one well qualified doctor can handle.

Her very white teeth snagged her bottom lip. “I guess when it comes down to it I’m probably not as experienced as you. I’ve only been qualified a few months...”

He felt a frown pull his brows together. “You’re EMST-trained, aren’t you?”

“Yes...” She gave him a little sideways smile. “It’s kind of weird about the mix up, don’t you think? I mean, how many Dr Alex MacDonalds are there out there in the world?”

Mack felt his body tense all over. “I have no idea,” he said. “Now let me show you the rest of the house.”

Alex was assigned the only other bedroom which was right beside Mack’s. She tried to ignore the sudden flutter in her belly at the thought of him sleeping so close by but she felt her colour begin to rise all the same.

“Of course if you’d prefer the double room while you’re here I can always take this one,” he offered in what she felt sure was a grudging attempt at gallantry.

“No it’s fine...really. I’m used to sleeping in a single bed,” she said, her cheeks firing up even more as his dark brows rose every so slightly.

“Well that’s settled then,” he said. “I’ll leave you to unpack.”

“Mack?” She waited until his eyes meshed with hers. “You didn’t tell me where you’re from.”