Ally and Sean supervised as the stretchers were lifted into the vehicles. Risking a surreptitious glance at Sean, Ally’s eyes skimmed his hard, male profile, resting for a moment on the strong nose and dark jaw. ‘Good-looking devil, isn’t he?’ Jack shot her a knowing grin and she gave him what she hoped was a casual smile as they moved away from the ambulance. ‘If you like Milk Tray.’ Jack looked baffled. ‘What’s Milk Tray got to do with it?’ Ally’s cheeks dimpled into an impish grin. ‘You know, man dives under water, scales mountains, leaps off cliffs and all because the lady loves…remember?’ Jack grinned. ‘Oh, right. Yes, that’s our Sean. Women usually can’t leave him alone.’ She could well believe it. There surely wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t find Sean Nicholson attractive. Dark-fringed lashes shielded an expression of cool indifference which she’d seen change to burning anger and molten sexuality. As if sensing her scrutiny, he turned suddenly, one dark eyebrow lifting questioningly as he caught her looking at him.
