Rose stumbled over a stone on the road and felt the warmth of Dave’s hand immediately at her elbow. She shrugged him off, not caring if he thought she was rude. She was hot, dirty and tired from driving for the past two days.
“You should be wearing sensible shoes, not those strappy little fashion things.”
“Well, excuse me,” she said crossly. “I hadn’t planned on assisting in a major trauma retrieval team, and I’ll thank you to keep your comments about the way I dress to yourself.”
“Difficult and snappy. Oh, the next six months are going to be a barrel of laughs.”
Rose glared at him. “Listen, Dave whoever-you-are, I’m hot, uncomfortable and extremely tired. Now, if you want my help, then get…off…my…back.”
Dave was frowning at her. “Let’s get to the hospital,” he said briskly, before striding off toward the ambulance.
What was the matter with him? He was a grown man and one look at Miss High and Mighty had his hormones in overdrive. Keep your mind on the job. That was the answer, and it was the best advice he could give himself.