The heroine, Nicola, has stumbled over a man, who has been shot. Conveniently this man is British and about her own age. And since he is injured, Nicola´s Florence Nightingale insticts kick in and things are developing fast.
Sounds cheesy? It kind of is, but Mary Stewarts writing is so soothing and comforting, it calmed me down during my lunchbreak (due to various reason I was seriously grumpy before my break).
So far I´m loving this book. I´m keeping my fingers crossed that it will remain that way.
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