His hand grasped hers firmly and a tingling sensation raced up her arm. He quickly pulled her to her feet, the strength of the pull propelling her straight into his chest. His very solid chest.
The warmth of his body mixed with hers. She stepped back quickly, heat flooding her face. 'Ah, sorry. Thank-you.'
For a brief moment his lips widened into a grin, exposing straight, white teeth and he nodded. 'Yes, I'm Huon Morrison.' His gaze rested on Bronte, intense and vivid blue. Then his eyes flicked over the dilapidated case and he smiled. Dimples appeared giving him a mischievous look.
Butterflies took flight in her stomach.
'By the looks of you and your case, this final leg of your trip to Muttawindi is about all you're both up to.'
'There's no hope for the case, but I'm fine.' She tried to smile but her face felt stiff. Why was her heart hammering? She was flustered, as well as giving the impression of being a total klutz.
She hauled in a calming breath. Time to take charge. After all, this was her new life. Taking in a deep breath she flicked her head up, looked Dr. Morrison straight in the face and noticed shadows of fatigue lingering under his eyes. The country had trouble attracting doctors and doctors already in the field worked long hours. Hopefully her arrival would ease his workload. And those shadows.
She forced her attention back to what she wanted to do. 'Please, call me Bronte.'
He took her proffered hand and shook it. This time his fingers wrapped around her hand gently sending a delicious tingling along her arm.
'Welcome to the outback, Bronte. Call me Huon.' His fingers lingered for a moment on her hand. Warmth spread through her. Was he flirting with her? Men didn't usually flirt with a plain Jane like her not unless they were trying to get closer to her gorgeous sister, Stephanie. It was a shame she'd taken so long to work that out.
Damien had been the last man to flirt with her and she was still dealing with the fallout from that disaster. Professionally she'd always stood up for herself. Outside of work she didn't always have the same self-assurance. But the debacle with Damien had made her determined to transfer that work confidence into her personal life. She wouldn't allow herself to be used again.
She had no intention of dating again for a long time.