Book three of War Girls
German-occupied Brussels, Belgium
Rose Culver is in grave danger. For months the Red Cross head nurse has been aiding Allied soldiers caught behind enemy lines, helping them flee into neutral Netherlands. It's only a matter of time until she's caught. Which makes it the wrong time to fall in love with a handsome German military doctor as devoted to the sanctity of human life as she is.
The Great War has caused Dr. Herman Geoff to question everything he once believed. He knows Rose has been hiding British soldiers in her hospitalhe's even treated some of them, refusing to go against his own Hippocratic oath. As a doctor, he admires Rose's skill and conviction. As a man, he can no longer deny his attraction to her. But when Rose is arrested for treason, Herman must choose between love for her and duty to his country
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"Ambulances are at the door, Nurse Culver."
The shout brought Rose's head up and she paused in the process of changing a soldier's bandage. The orderly standing in the doorway wasn't one of her favourites. Inattentive to patients and lazy and argumentative with the nursing staff, there were moments when she believed his only purpose at her hospital was to watch rather than help his fellow man.
"Two, both full. Dr. Geoff has requested you."
"I'll be there as soon as I finish with this fellow."
Carl's response was a sullen sneer, but he didn't argue, just disappeared out of sight. If only he'd leave altogether and stay gone.
As soon as she finished with her patient, she hurried down to the kitchen and out the back door to dispose of the soiled bandages in the stone-lined burn pit behind the garden.
As she dumped the bandages in, she noticed a man sitting on the ground, leaning against the pit on the opposite side. His eyes were closed.
"Excuse me, sir, but this isn't a good place to rest," she said in German. Any other language was dangerous to use.
He opened his eyes and got to his feel slowly. His hair was cut short but uneven, as if he'd done it himself without the benefit of a mirror. Dressed in dirty farming clothes, he looked as if he could use another twenty pounds on his tall frame to look healthy.
He examined her nursing apron then said in English, "I need help."
"Are you injured?"
"No. I'm British and I'm trying to get out of the country."
Hearing her mother tongue didn't reassure her. On the contrary, German investigators had approached her pretending to be British soldiers searching for a way home before. Their subtle accents gave them away, but she needed to hear more to know if this one's was genuine or not.
"Anyone caught helping British soldiers is arrested."
"Yes, ma'am, but I was told you could help me."
He sounded like he'd never been away from England, his accent that of a man from Lincolnshire, her own birthplace. Still, caution urged her to test him further. "Everyone here needs help. This is a hospital."
He shook his head. "Look, I'm from Lincoln. A yeller belly."
"Really?" The term was fairly well-known. "Why didn't you come to the front door? You're dressed like a Belgian."
"Because front doors are for three thingsbrides, babies and coffins. I'm not the first two and I'm trying to avoid the last."
A local superstition in Lincoln, not something a casual visitor would know.
Damn it, she didn't have time for this. Carl or Dr. Geoff could come looking for her at any moment.
"Wait in the shed for me." She pointed at the small square building in the corner of the yard. "There are a couple of apple barrels you can hide in. I'll be out when I can."
Tension leeched out of the man's shoulders. "Thank you."
"It might be hours."
"I'm happy to wait." He smiled. "I haven't slept in what seems like weeks, ma'am."
She nodded and rushed back into the hospital. The last thing she saw was the man vanishing into the shed.
Heaven help both of them if he were discovered.
After a quick wash of her hands in the kitchen, Rose joined the rest of the staff and Dr. Geoff tending the newly arrived patients. There were six all together. Four had similar leg injuries, which caused her to raise her eyebrows. Could the wounds have been purposely inflicted?
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