Hot Single Docs: Waiting For You: St Piran's: Prince on the Children's Ward. Carol Marinelli

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СКАЧАТЬ day she’d been in a daze of happiness. A daze of happiness that nothing could blunt—not even the knowledge that technically she’d slept with a married man.

      Married, but not together, she told herself, wondering why the fact that Josh and Rebecca were almost divorced didn’t make her feel any better.

      Her head was in a spin and she’d found it almost impossible to concentrate.

      She’d thought of nothing else all day, ever since that knock on the door that had sent Josh springing from the bed before they’d had the opportunity to talk about what they’d shared. She had no idea who had been at the door, but whoever it was had been important enough to make sure that Josh didn’t return.

      Megan had waited for twenty minutes then dressed quickly and exited the on-call room quietly. Her heart had been working double time all the way back to the paediatric ward but she was fairly confident that no one had seen her.

      She’d spent the rest of her day stopping herself from checking her phone every two minutes to see if Josh had called. It was like being a teenager all over again.

      The extended silence made her jittery and sent her imagination into overdrive.

      Was he embarrassed? Did he regret what they’d done?

      Reminding herself that Josh was a senior doctor whose working day was ridiculously intense and demanding, she tried to rationalise the fact that he hadn’t called. She told herself that it wasn’t surprising that he didn’t want to publicise their relationship. They were colleagues after all, and affairs between colleagues could so easily become messy.

      Having convinced herself that she wasn’t likely to see him that day, it came as a shock to see Josh sitting at the computer at the nurses’ station.

      Megan felt a tiny thrill of excitement bloom inside her.

      He wasn’t avoiding her. He was here, on her ward.

      Her heart pounded against her chest and she was relieved that the other staff appeared to be occupied elsewhere.

      Just for this first encounter she wanted to be alone with him. She didn’t want to share the memories of the night with anyone but Josh.

      Remembering the look he’d given her just before he’d left the on-call room, she gave a little smile and her stomach fluttered with anticipation.

      ‘Hello, Josh.’

      ‘Ah, Megan, I’m glad you’re here. We had an emergency delivery in the department. Thirty-four-weeker.’ He turned to her, his tone crisp and professional. ‘Showing signs of respiratory distress, so we’ve transferred him to you.’

      There was nothing intimate in his gaze—nothing to hint that they’d spent the night together.

      Taken aback, Megan glanced behind her but there was no one within earshot.

      The baby was ill, she reasoned, and he was an exceptional doctor. Josh would never put his personal life before the well-being of a patient.

      Slowly, she put her bag on the floor, controlling her disappointment. ‘Was it a normal delivery?’

      As he told her, she found herself looking at his hands and the dark hairs dusting his forearms. Those same hands had touched her. Everywhere. Held her. It had been genuine, she had no doubt about that. She still remembered the look in his eyes as he’d driven her wild.

      That knowledge gave her confidence. ‘Josh—’

      ‘I need to get back.’ He rose quickly to his feet, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence. ‘You might want to spend some time with the mother. She’s very upset. The whole thing took

      about twenty minutes from start to finish. Precipitate doesn’t begin to describe it.’

      It was a verbal dismissal but it may as well have been a physical slap for the pain it caused.

      ‘Of course.’ Megan pushed the words through stiff lips and stood frozen to the spot as he walked past her, careful not to touch. He was as cold as he’d been eight years before. It was as if their night together hadn’t happened.

      She wanted to say something. She wanted to grab his arm and demand to know what was going on in his head. She wanted to know why he was hurting her like this.

      But his face was a frozen mask and her pride kept her hands by her sides as she let him walk away.

      * * *

      Tasha took her time strolling towards the shower.

      He was watching her. She could almost feel the heat of his eyes on her back.

      Get a load of that, she thought happily as she stepped into the shower. Flat-chested? I don’t think so.

      From the moment she’d decided to do her striptease, her heart had been hammering. First she’d checked he was awake through the crack in the door, then she’d choreographed her walk across the room to ensure that he witnessed every move.

      After that all she’d had to do was not give in to temptation and look round. She’d done everything in her power to push up his blood pressure. What she hadn’t done was ask herself why she would want to.

      Until now.

      Muttering to herself, she turned the shower to cold.

      Ten years hadn’t done anything to make him less attractive. Unfortunately. In fact, he’d filled out in places where it counted. His shoulders were wider, his chest stronger and his arms thickened with muscle. Less of the boy and more of the man. Too much more of the man.

      Despite the cold water, her body felt scorching hot again and she wondered why on earth she’d agreed to this.

      Another one of her stupid ideas.

      She’d thought her feelings for him had been no more than a childish crush. She’d thought the pain he’d caused would have inoculated her against his lethal charm. She’d thought she was immune. If you’d been infected with something once, you shouldn’t catch it again, should you?

      So why the explosion of chemistry?

      Tasha gave a groan of frustration and turned off the shower.

      Her brother was right. She needed to get out more.

      Wrapping herself in a huge towel, she opened the bathroom door and risked a glance towards his bedroom. It was in darkness. The feeling of superiority drained out of her. If he’d been watching her, he wasn’t now. He wasn’t lying there tortured with unfulfilled desire after seeing her in her underwear.

      He was asleep.

      Which said it all. You couldn’t torment a man who didn’t even bother looking.

      Feeling cross and hot and all sorts of things she didn’t want to feel, Tasha flopped onto the bed and rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to have taken one look at him and wondered what she’d seen in him. She wasn’t supposed to be having the thoughts she was having now. Why СКАЧАТЬ