WHEN SPARKS FLY

with nerves. She knew that being tardy was a definite no-no in any professional setting, let alone in a busy publ

neurosurgery. She had heard that Peter O'Connor, the consultant neurosurgeon, was a pleasant and sup

nd walked into the theater just as the senior consultant neurosurgeon turned his a

d, feeling her stomach lurching

stomach, causing her to swallow hard. "Oh my God," she murmu

Natasha Williams, I presume," she said, off

. Thank you," she replied, her tone subdued. But then, scowling, sh