After thirty minutes of stony silence Georgie turned back from the changing scenery out the window to look at the profile of the man driving. "Lord," Georgie thought "how I love that man...no...had loved...HAD loved that man. Past tense.

But she knew she was lying to herself as much as to anyone else. Despite what he had done to her on their "non" wedding day she still loved him. After he'd rescued her on her last tour Georgie had put the feelings down to the fact of being rescued and she would have felt the same regardless who it had been. But then he'd gone and put his life at risk again, tackling the shooter off the lookout and crashing down to the sand below.

That night Georgie hadn't been able to help herself, she had gone to his room, via the window as was their way, to check on him. She often replayed the moment his thumb ran over her cheek, when she touched his jaw and his stubble was rough in her hand. His lips had softly kissed hers. Her fingers pulled at then now.

"Shit!" she thought as she looked at his profile "I still love him. How the fuck is that possible? He left me standing at the altar in front of family and friends like a prize idiot. Then he makes me miss my wedding to Jamie by pulling me into the terrorist plot and then he gets shot. But he did save my life...twice." A deep sigh escaped her and Elvis' flicked his eyes in her direction.

"So where are we going?" Georgie asked softly.

"It's a surprise." Elvis replied in clipped tones. He was still angry with himself for what he had said to her earlier and he wasn't sure she was ready to hear his apology.

Georgie could tell he was still pissed off but she wasn't quite sure if it was her he was angry with her or with someone else. She knew she had to reach out to him, to try and get it back to how they been earlier. Things had been good between them in the last couple of weeks.

"Elvis listen I..."

"I'm sorry Georgie I..."

Their words collided in mid-air and they looked at each other, smiles mirroring each other.

"Say what you need to Elvis."

"Georgie I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn't have pushed you. You should deal with all of this at your own rate. I know that's why you came back here...to sort it all out and then I go and open my mouth. One of the reasons I love you is because you're so committed and compassionate with your patients...God knows I've been there a couple of times. I told you that I was going to make this right between us and now I've fucked up" Elvis slammed his fist against the steering wheel for emphasis "again!"

Georgie laid her hand on Elvis' shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, you've fucked up...but not this time. You said something that you thought I needed to hear. And I did...hear it."

Elvis looked at her again "So I'm forgiven for this indiscretion?"

"Nothing to forgive mate." She moved across the seat to be closer to him and after a heartbeat of silence "That's my biggest problem you know."

"Me?!" Elvis responded.

"No...although you do come a very close second." She smiled briefly. "Letting go of things. I know in my head I did I could for Zahara's mum but in my heart...my heart," she swallowed, her voice breaking "keeps fucking telling me that I missed something or did something or not, that would have made a difference." In a much smaller voice she sighed "It's the same with Kiki."

Elvis pulled the jeep over and looked at her. "Georgie," he swiped at the single tear running down her cheek "none of it, not today...not Kiki...was your fault. You did everything you could, with what you had, which is never bloody enough." He wrapped his arms around her in the confines of the front seat and held her. Her arms slowly snaked around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder.

"So my surprise?" Her voice muffled against him.

"Yeah, yeah...your surprise! Just wait it's not long ok." Elvis said pulling away from her, to start the jeep and get back on the road. Georgie stayed right next to Elvis, her head on his shoulder, her hand on his thigh. Once they were on the road again, his hand covered hers. Georgie closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time in weeks, months or ever.

Her eyes snapped open when the jeep came to a halt. "This is my surprise?" she exclaimed, staring at the place they had stayed after her rescue.

"Part of it." Elvis responded not wanting to give it all away as he got out of the jeep and made his way around to her. He jerked open the door and offered her his hand. Georgie smiled at his gallantry and took it.

They made their way to the front desk to check in. They were given the keys to their rooms. Elvis had booked two rooms, not wanting to presume anything but they were right next to each other.

Elvis opened the door to Georgie's room and she walked in and dropped on the bed, groaning with pleasure at the luxury of a soft bed. Elvis had followed her, smiling at her reaction. "This isn't the worst surprise." Georgie said looking up at him from the bed.

"Glad you think so but I still have a surprise...or two up my sleeve," Elvis "but I'm not telling you. You have enough time to have a soak in the tub before you need to get ready for dinner."

"Ready for dinner? I've got nothing to wear. I didn't get to pack a bag before this little adventure Elvis!" Georgie looked down at her blood stained, grimy clothes wrinkling her nose with a touch of disgust.

"Let me worry about that." Elvis said "You just go get in the tub or shower, which ever you want. I'll be back to get you for dinner."

Georgie got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom "I think I'll have a hot shower and wash my hair. I haven't been able to give it a decent wash in ages. Good luck with the clothes situation." She smiled over her shoulder at him.

Elvis shook his head slightly at her as she closed the door behind her. He took his phone from his pocket, found the name and pressed the screen. Within seconds it was answered "Yep...good to go? She's in the shower so come now. Thanks...I appreciate your help." He dropped the phone back in his pocket.

Minutes later there was a knock at the door. Elvis opened it and smiled "Keep it down, Georgie has no idea. She in there," he pointed to the bathroom "and thanks again for all this." He stepped back and let the shadowed figure into the room before closing the door.