Free The Celebrity Doctor's Proposal by Sarah Morgan Page A

pressure of an emergency there had been no dissention between them—in fact, they’d hardly needed to speak. Each had worked smoothly alongside the other, instinctively anticipating each other’s needs.
    And then she noticed the camera. Her smile faded. ‘You’ve been filming? You filmed what just happened?’
    A girl with a clipboard murmured something in the producer’s ear and Polly smiled. ‘It will make fantastic television. But obviously only with the family’s permission. And I agree that it was amazing teamwork.’ The producer stepped forward, an awed expression on her face. ‘The two of you were so slick. It was like watching a medical drama! Better, because it was real.’
    Anna gritted her teeth and Sam drew in a breath, clearly anticipating a problem. ‘Anna—’
    â€˜You shouldn’t have filmed without the patient’s permission.’
    â€˜We put a notice up saying that anyone not wishing to be filmed simply has to say so.’
    Anna glanced at the wall, scanned the notice and scowled. ‘Well, the Craddocks weren’t exactly reading the notices on the wall when they came in here, were they? They wouldn’t even have seen it!’
    John Craddock rubbed the back of his neck andcast a glance towards his daughter, who was now sitting on his wife’s lap. ‘Can’t honestly say I mind if they show it, Dr Riggs. Not if it saves someone else. What do you think, Michelle?’
    His wife gave a wavering smile. She was still very pale from the experience. ‘To be honest, I’m only too pleased for other people to learn the risks of not drinking straight from cans in the summer. It had never even occurred to me. And I worry about everything when it comes to the kids!’
    Anna released a breath, unable to argue with that. It was an important health education message, that was true, and something that people often overlooked in the summer months when the weather was hot and wasps were abundant. ‘Well, I suppose if you don’t mind…’
    John grinned. ‘Just tell me when it’s going to be shown, so that I can tell everyone who knows me.’
    â€˜We’ll certainly do that.’ The producer smiled, standing to one side as the paramedics prepared to take Lucy to the hospital. ‘It’ll be part of our series on summer health.’
    Sam picked up his bag, helped himself to a few extra pieces of equipment that he thought he might need and gave Anna a nod. ‘I won’t be long. I’ll just hand over and then catch a lift back.’
    â€˜Fine. I’ve got paperwork to do anyway. We’ll delay that lunch. If there’s going to be a camera stuck in my face every time I turn round, I definitely want to be part of the discussion.’
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    In fact, they didn’t need to delay lunch for long.
    Sam was back within the hour and the news on Lucy was good. ‘She’s stable now but they’re keeping her in overnight. Now, let’s get on with the meeting before the sandwiches curl. Glenda, are you joining us for this?’
    â€˜Oh, Dr McKenna…’ Slightly breathless, Glenda glanced at them nervously, her hand shaking slightly as she smoothed her hair. ‘I was thinking of popping home in my lunch-break, if that’s all right with you. But I could come if you’d rather…’
    â€˜Not at all,’ Sam said easily, giving her a smile that made Glenda visibly relax. ‘Have a nice lunch. See you later.’
    Glenda vanished through the door so hastily that her bag tangled on the handle. With a murmured exclamation she tugged it free and hurried off without looking back, clearly in a hurry and very flustered.
    Sam’s smile faded. ‘There goes a very stressed woman.’
    Anna nodded, pacing over to the window and watching as Glenda virtually sprinted down the street towards the harbour. She knew that the receptionist would be home