Light was fading beyond the uncurtained window high up in the wall. But while he had consulted with the doctor he had studiously removed his eyes from the bed, and he had not looked back there again. Only when he had enquired if a specialist had been called had she noticed his pallor. But she hadn’t fancied him quite so much when he stood silently staring down at his ex-wife, not a muscle moving on his face, just staring in a set, uncommonly intent yet unemotional fashion, as if she was nothing whatsoever to do with him. Those eyes, she recalled, that delicious growling accent. She had never met a more staggeringly attractive man. Though Alex Veranchetti was equally worthy of remark, the nurse allowed with a reflective smile. She looked too youthful to be a divorcee, but the masses of flamboyant and beautiful hair and the delicately pointed face were undeniably stunning. Her narrow-boned and slight body barely made a decent impression on the bed. The blonde staff nurse continued to study Kerry with overt curiosity. “And Mrs Veranchetti is obviously a very emotional woman.” “Ours not to reason why, nurse,” he parried drily. “She’s terrified of him,” the nurse said in an avid undertone. A needle pricked her arm and she shuddered in reflex reaction before her lashes slowly dipped. Kerry breathed again, although she was still trembling, wrenched by the knowledge of Nicky’s distress and her own absence from his side.

Neither of them saw the point of telling the patient that her ex-husband had already been in for a considerable length of time while she still lay unconscious. “If that’s your wish.” The older man met the nurse’s eyes. Health Insurance for Students in Australia: Detailed Discussion

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