Just Friends To Just Married?. Scarlet Wilson

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       CHAPTER ONE

      THE SHRILL OF the phone cut through the dark night.

      Vivienne Kerr fought her way free of the tangled sheets, her brain desperately trying to make sense of the noise. Was she on call? Was this a home delivery?

      By the time she reached for the phone she was shaking her head. No. Definitely not on call. Not tonight. She’d been on call for the last three nights in a row. This was her first night off.

      Or maybe it was morning. Maybe she’d slept for more than twenty-four hours and was late for her next shift...

      Her eyes glanced at the green lights of her clock. Three thirty-seven. Her heart sank. Nope. She definitely wasn’t late, and no normal person would phone at this time of night—not unless it was bad news.

      She picked up the phone, sucking in a breath as if, in some way, it would protect her from what would come next.

      She was practically praying that this would be a wrong number. Someone looking for a taxi, or someone with crazy middle-of-the-night hunger pangs that could only be filled with some kind of takeaway food, or even a drunken call from some guy she’d previously given her number to. She’d take any of the above.

      ‘Hello?’

      For a few seconds there wasn’t really a reply.

      Every tiny hair on her bare arms stood on end. She swung her legs from the bed and sat bolt upright. All her instincts were on edge. Her stomach clenched.

      ‘Hello?’ she tried again.

      There was a noise at the end of the phone. She couldn’t quite work out if it was a sob or a choke. ‘Viv.’

      The voice stopped, as if it had taken all their effort just to say her name. She’d recognise that voice anywhere.

      ‘Duc?’ Panic gripped her. Her best friend. Where was he working now—Washington? Philadelphia? She moved into work mode. The way she acted when everything that could go wrong at a delivery did go wrong.

      Take charge.

      ‘Duc? What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you okay?’

      Every tiny fragment of patience that she’d ever had had just flown out of the window. Duc. As she squeezed her eyes shut, she could see his floppy brown hair and soft brown eyes in her head. Duc. They’d met at a teaching hospital in London while she’d been a midwifery student and he’d been a medical student. No one could have predicted how much the crazy, rootless Scottish girl would click with the ever cheerful, laughing Vietnamese boy.

      It was fate. It was...kind of magic.

      A clinical emergency had floored them both. A young mother with an undiagnosed placenta praevia. Both had only been in the room to observe. Both had had no experience of a situation like this before. The mother had haemorrhaged rapidly, leading to the delivery of a very blue baby. Both Vivienne and Duc had ended up at either side of the bed, squeezing in emergency units of blood at almost the same rate as it appeared to be coming back out of the poor mother. It seemed that every rule in the book had gone out of the window in the attempt to save both baby and mum.

      By the time things had come to a conclusion with mum rushed to emergency surgery, and baby rushed to the NICU, Duc and Vivienne had been left in the remnants of the room, with almost every surface, them included, splattered with blood.

      Vivienne had done her best to hold it together. And she’d managed it. Almost.

      Right until she’d reached the sluice room to dispose of aprons and gloves. Then she’d started to shake and cry. When the slim but strong arms had slid around her waist without a word, and Duc had rested his head on her shoulder, she’d realised that he had been shaking too. He’d known not to try and speak to her. He’d known not to ask her if she wanted a hug. He’d just acted, and they’d stood there, undisturbed, for nearly five minutes, cementing their friendship for ever.

      But now? Fear gripped her chest. Duc hadn’t answered.

      Worst-case scenarios started shooting through her brain. He was sick. He was injured. Something terrible had happened to him.

      ‘Duc? Talk to me, please. I need to know how you are. I need to know that you’re okay.’

      ‘I...I...I need you.’

      She was on her feet in an instant, looking frantically around her room. She clenched the phone between the crook of her neck and her ear as she fell to her knees and pulled a bag from the bottom of her cupboard.

      ‘I’ll be there.’ She’d never been surer of anything in her life. ‘Where СКАЧАТЬ