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      ‘Actually—’ she leaned into Gideon ‘—I think it’s as well that I do this scene now. Another couple of months and I won’t be able to.’

      Gideon looked down at her concernedly. ‘Why not? Molly, what’s wrong?’ His arms moved about her protectively.

      ‘Absolutely nothing.’ She laughed reassuringly. ‘But it’s going to be interesting seeing Sam cope with introducing a pregnant girlfriend for Bailey,’ she added teasingly, gazing lovingly into her husband’s face as the importance of what she had just said slowly dawned on him.

      ‘Molly…?’ he finally gasped, his arms tightening about her as he stared down at her disbelievingly.

      Molly snuggled into the warmth of his chest. ‘In about seven months’ time Peter is going to have a little cousin,’ she confirmed huskily. Her happiness was overwhelming at the knowledge that she carried their child.

      ‘I—you—how…?’ Gideon was obviously having trouble speaking at all, but his eyes glowed brightly with love as he looked down at her.

      ‘You know very well how,’ Molly teased him huskily. ‘And, yes, it was you and I.’ She nodded happily. ‘Isn’t it wonderful?’

      ‘Wonderful,’ he confirmed, slightly dazedly. ‘Oh, Molly, I do love you,’ he told her intensely.

      ‘And I love you,’ she assured him seriously. ‘All my life,’ she promised.

      ‘All my life,’ Gideon echoed forcefully, before his mouth claimed hers in a kiss of infinite sweetness.

      ‘I hate to interrupt,’ David called out dryly several minutes later, ‘but I’m in danger of genuinely falling asleep if you don’t soon make your entrance, Molly.’

      Gideon raised his head to grin down at her ruefully. ‘I think your presence is required, my love.’

      ‘I think David is just a little full of himself after his weekend away; apparently he drove up to Yorkshire at the weekend and took Diana Chisholm out to dinner,’ she told her husband speculatively.

      ‘That’s good news.’ Gideon smiled.

      ‘Isn’t it?’ She grinned up at him. ‘Maybe we’re going to have another wedding in the “family” soon.’

      Gideon’s smile turned to an indulgent chuckle. ‘You’re getting as bad as Crys with your matchmaking.’

      Molly reached up to gently touch his cheek. ‘Maybe because, like Crys, I want everyone else to be as happy as we are,’ she told him seriously.

      Gideon shook his head. ‘They couldn’t possibly be,’ he said with certainty.

      No, she didn’t think they could. She had never known such happiness, such contentment, as she had found being Gideon’s wife.

      ‘Molly!’ David called out complainingly.

      ‘I have to go.’ She grimaced ruefully.

      Gideon nodded. ‘We’ll celebrate our good news later.’

      ‘We could go to Crystal’s,’ she agreed happily; Crys’s restaurant was one of the most exclusive in London, but Gerry, the manager, always managed to find a table for ‘family’.

      Gideon’s smile became intimate. ‘I wasn’t thinking of going out.’

      ‘Even better,’ Molly agreed instantly, feeling a glow deep inside her at the promise in Gideon’s gaze.

      ‘Molly, if you don’t get in here in the next ten seconds I’m going to come and get you.’ David warned.

      ‘Later,’ Molly told Gideon as she hurriedly turned to leave.

      ‘Always,’ he called after her.

      What a wonderful, lovely word!

Christmas on the Children’s Ward

      CAROL MARINELLI finds writing a bio rather like writing her new year’s resolutions. oh, she’d love to say that since she wrote the last one, she now goes to the gym regularly and doesn’t stop for coffee and cake and a gossip afterwards; that she’s incredibly organised and writes for a few productive hours a day after tidying her immaculate house and a brisk walk with the dog.

      The reality is, Carol spends an inordinate amount of time daydreaming about dark, brooding men and exotic places (research) which doesn’t leave too much time for the gym, housework or anything that comes in between and her most productive writing hours happen to be in the middle of the night, which leaves her in a constant state of bewildered exhaustion.

      originally from england, Carol now lives in Melbourne, australia. She adores going back to the uK for a visit—actually, she adores going anywhere for a visit—and constantly (expensively) strives to overcome her fear of flying. She has three gorgeous children who are growing up so fast (too fast—they’ve just worked out that she lies about her age!) and keep her busy with a never-ending round of homework, sport and friends coming over.

      A nurse and a writer, Carol writes for Mills & Boon^® Modern^™ and Medical^™ lines and is passionate about both. She loves the fast-paced, busy setting of a modern hospital, but every now and then admits it’s bliss to escape to the glamorous, alluring world of her Modern^™ heroes and heroines. a bit like her real life, actually!

       Chapter One

      ‘HEY!’

      Coming out of his office, chatting away to a rather pretty, rather blonde physiotherapist, Consultant Paediatrician Nick Watson was flattened against the wall as Eden Hadley rushed past, visibly upset.

      Visibly, because Eden was incapable of hiding her emotions. Along with wearing her heart on her sleeve, her expressive face told anyone who cared to look exactly what she was thinking, and right now it didn’t take a degree in psychology to work out that she was far from happy. Her pretty full mouth was set in a grim line and her dark brown eyes flashed angrily as Nick caught her arm to halt her progress. Her long, dark, chocolate curls fell out of her loose ponytail as she swung around to confront him.

      ‘Just leave it, Nick,’ Eden said through gritted teeth.

      ‘Leave what?’ Nick frowned, gesturing for her to wait as he said goodbye to the physiotherapist. ‘Thanks for that, Amber, it’s been very helpful.’

      ‘Any time, Nick. Call me if you need to discuss Rory’s ambulation programme further.’ Amber smiled and Eden felt her already gritted teeth starting to grind as the tall slender physio continued talking, completely unfazed by Eden’s presence. ‘In fact, call me anyway—I’ll look forward to it.’

      ‘Well, she certainly knows how to get her message across!’ Eden bristled as Amber waltzed off, her back impossibly straight, flicking СКАЧАТЬ