There was no denying young Julie Gibson’s enthusiasm for nursing. Even in her first year, on the very lowest rung of the medical ladder, she had made up her mind that she was going to reach the top, just as soon as possible! And nothing was going to stand in her way, certainly not any emotional involvement; falling in love was out.
But all that was before Julie met gynaecology consultant Oliver Barholomew, and found herself thinking about him far more than was good for her peace of mind or her determination.
She was beginning to understand the anatomy of the body from her nursing textbooks, but the anatomy of love was beyond her. It was intangible, and unpredictable, especially in the form of the attractive consultant.