Snowkissed!: The Midwife's Marriage Proposal. Fiona Harper
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Название: Snowkissed!: The Midwife's Marriage Proposal

Автор: Fiona Harper

Издательство: HarperCollins

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isbn: 9781472000484

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      Moments later Sally had safely delivered the head. She checked that the cord wasn’t around the baby’s neck and shifted her position slightly. ‘We’ll wait for the next contraction, Angela,’ she said, ‘and then this baby will be born.’

      But it wasn’t.

      The contraction came and Angela pushed again, but nothing happened.

      With a feeling of unease, Sally encouraged Angela to change position but still nothing happened and she was aware that Tom had pulled on a pair of sterile gloves.

      He nudged her to one side.

      ‘I want you to change position one more time for me, Angela.’ His voice was confident and reassuring as he explained what he wanted her to do. ‘I need you more upright—that’s it. It widens your pelvic outlet. And now I’m going to see if I can give this baby a hand.’

      He worked his fingers carefully inside, did something that Sally couldn’t quite see and the baby came slithering out into his hands with an outraged yell.

      ‘You have a son, Angela.’ His voice was calm and relaxed. ‘Congratulations.’

      ‘Oh.’ Angela plopped down onto the bed, her expression dazed and delighted. ‘What happened then? What did you do?’

      ‘I didn’t do anything,’ Tom said easily, handing her the baby carefully. ‘You did it all yourself. You were brilliant. Does it feel good?’

      Angela stared down at the tiny baby in her arms and her eyes filled. ‘Yes.’ Her voice was a whisper. ‘It feels great.’

      Sally blinked back tears and then cursed to herself as Tom gave her a searching look.

      Bother. She always found childbirth emotional but the last thing she wanted to do was show that emotion in front of Tom.

      An hour later, having handed Angela and her baby son over to the nurse from the ward, Sally went and picked up her bag and coat from the staffroom.

      She felt totally exhausted.

      It had been a long day, but she knew that it wasn’t the work that had left her feeling drained.

      It was seeing Tom again.

      She found deliveries emotional at the best of times, and having Tom working shoulder to shoulder with her on her very first day had left her shaken and tense. What she really needed was to climb. Climbing always relaxed her. It was the degree of concentration required, the knowledge that to allow the mind to wander for one second might result in a fall.

      She stared out of the window, acknowledging the dark. It was too late to climb.

      So she would need to find another way to escape. She needed to look elsewhere for relaxation and distraction from Tom.

      She slid her arms into her coat and made for the door, her whole body tensing when she saw him standing there.

      Her defences rose and her chin lifted. ‘Excuse me.’

      ‘No.’ He walked in and closed the door behind him, standing with his back to her only escape route. ‘I won’t let you avoid me, Sally.’

      ‘I can hardly be accused of avoiding you,’ she said lightly. ‘I’ve been working side by side with you for most of the day.’

      ‘And it’s been torture, hasn’t it?’ His voice was harsh and he breathed in deeply. ‘We need to talk about the past. About what happened between us. And we need to move on.’

      ‘It was seven years ago. And I’ve already moved on.’ She clutched her bag in front of her like a shield. ‘There is absolutely nothing to talk about. I can barely remember it.’

      She shot him a look of pure indifference, one of the many looks that she’d been practising.

      ‘Is that so?’ His voice was soft and his blue eyes narrowed as he surveyed her. He was trying to penetrate that shield but her armour was strong, forged from the burning fires of pain and betrayal.

      ‘The past is just a memory,’ she lied smoothly, ‘and memories are easily forgotten over time.’

      ‘Well, you may have nothing to say on the subject, but I have plenty.’

      ‘Then that’s your problem, not mine. And now I’m going home. It’s been a long day.’ She walked up to him and lifted her chin, her eyes flashing into his. ‘Excuse me.’

      There was a tense moment when she thought he was going to reach for her, but then the door behind him opened and he was forced to step aside.

      Emma stuck her head round. ‘Oh, great, you’re still here.’ She smiled at Sally. ‘Bryony is on the phone. She said to tell you that she’s in the car park if you want a lift home.’

      ‘Thanks.’ Without glancing in Tom’s direction, Sally walked confidently out of the room, casting a smile at Emma. ‘See you tomorrow.’

      She didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want an intimate conversation. She just wanted him to treat her as a colleague, nothing more.

      That was all she could cope with.

      

      CHAPTER THREE

      TOM watched the staffroom door close behind the two women and fought the temptation to put his fist through the window.

      He was boiling with frustration, aggravated to the point of explosion by the less than satisfactory exchange with Sally. There were things he needed to say and she wasn’t allowing him to say them.

      But could he really blame her for that?

      He ran a hand over his face and cursed softly. All day he’d been aware of her and it had disturbed his concentration more than he cared to admit.

      She’d always played havoc with his emotions.

      He prowled over to the window and stared moodily down into the car park, his jaw tightening as he saw Sally opening the door of his sister’s car and sliding inside.

      He saw a flash of long leg, a glimmer of blonde hair and then she vanished from sight.

      For now.

      He comforted himself with the fact that Sally Jenner wasn’t going anywhere. She’d made the decision to come home so she was obviously planning on staying around. Which meant that he had plenty of time to engineer the conversation he was determined to have.

      His mouth tightened as he watched Bryony drive off.

      And the first thing he was going to do was talk to his sister.

      Sally settled into her seat and СКАЧАТЬ