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Zoe Silver wondered if maybe her brothers had it right when they said she needed some protection. At least Angus Raynor had stopped and looked at her. But what a look.

Up close his eyes were like the sea. Fathomless and deep, deep blue like the water under your feet when you're way out of your depth. She persevered. Something she'd become known for. "You work at the hospital don't you?"

He smiled cynically and she decided his eyes weren't blue at all, they were black, and as sexy as a pirate's, combined with the loose shirt he pulled on and wicked marauding gaze.

She smiled back, unintentionally from the heart, and a dangerous edge crept into his grin, one that made her own smile slip a little. She wondered if it had been a good idea to strike up a conversation.

"Yes, I do. And you?" Angus asked, a mocking lilt she didn't understand beneath his words. Zoe frowned.

It wasn't the sand under her feet she was feeling. Her whole body was prickling. His voice was deep and low like the sudden heat in her belly. Then his words sank in and she was back to standing in hot sand. He hadn't even noticed her at work. Bummer.

She quelled the little coil of disappointment. Too used to being the center of attention at home, my girl, she thought. Such a leveller when the real world intruded. This was why she needed to get away. Stretch her wings. Develop a sophisticated skin that would protect her. Cross the ocean that beckoned every morning from her bedroom window and show them all she didn't need their protection.

Zoe had seen him watching her earlier in the game. Bit hard to miss when he was the hottest topic at the hospital and her antennae swiveled every morning to see if he was having coffee when she was.

Ruby said that even though Angus wasn't a consultant yet, he was the first the other surgeons called when they struck trouble. "Ruby says you work like a demon in theatres."

"Who's Ruby?"

"My friend from the emergency department." Ruby also said he was the last man to play with. A heartbreaker. "She said they call you the registrar with the magic fingers."

"Spare me." He grimaced and looked away. "Last night there wasn't any magic."

Ouch. Poor choice to disclose that, then. Seemed she couldn't do much right today with him, but then again, danger had never stopped her before.

She lifted her chin. "Okay. I'm Zoe. I'm a midwife." The words still gave her a glow of fulfillment. "And I love my job." Her passion. It would lead her to a world of experience. And her brothers had said she was too much the princess to do it.

"I'm Angus." He held up his hand in a sardonic little salute. "New grad?" He didn't sound impressed.

Her face froze a little. So? Not good enough for him? "Got a problem with that?"

To her surprise he smiled. A warmer one. He shook his head at her ire. "Youth is grand."

She was so sick of people telling her she was young. Red rag to a bull. "Thanks for that, Grandpa."

"Grandpa?" He blinked and then grinned.

She glanced past his shoulder to the bustling street of Coogee opposite the beach. "Anyway, it's the last half of my grad year. Then I'm off to see the world."

He shook his feet free of the sand and moved. "I can see you're a determined woman. Hope the world is ready." Abruptly, he turned and walked away. She watched him go.