Their Christmas Dream Come True. Kate Hardy

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      ‘That’s fine.’ He smiled. ‘I think you’re going to be an asset to the team—you’re prepared to try things rather than hang back. Good.’

      He talked her through the procedure. As the pressure-regulated air gently pushed into the bowel, the bowel began to expand and the constricted part finally untelescoped.

      ‘Bingo,’ Lenox said with a smile. ‘You’ve done it. Happy about managing the after-care?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Good. You can go and talk to the parents on your own.’

      She smiled at him, and went to see Maia’s parents. ‘You’ll be pleased to know the procedure was a complete success, so Maia won’t need to go for surgery. We’re going to keep her in for a day or so, just to keep an eye on her and sort out her fluids, but she should be fine.’

      ‘Oh, thank God,’ Maia’s mother said.

      ‘Could she get it again?’ Maia’s father asked.

      ‘It’s extremely unlikely,’ Natalie reassured them.

      ‘Thank you so much, Dr Wilkins.’

      Natalie smiled, and left them making a fuss over their little girl. So this was what being a doctor was all about. Making a difference. Helping.

      She could almost understand why Kit had buried himself in his job.

      Almost.

      It was good to be home. Well, not quite home, Kit thought. He hadn’t actually lived in Birmingham when he’d worked there before. He’d lived in Litchford-in-Arden, a little Warwickshire village halfway between Birmingham and Stratford-upon-Avon, in a picture-postcard cottage that overlooked the village green with its duck-pond and huge oak tree. Close to an ancient church where part of his heart would always lie.

      When his world had fallen apart, Kit had fled to London. He’d wanted to lose himself in the anonymity of the city, avoid the pitying glances and the sympathy of people around him. It had worked for a while, but the busyness of the city had never really eased the ache in his heart. He’d never quite been able to block it out, no matter how many hours he worked or how hard he drove himself.

      Now he was back. Near enough maybe to find some peace, but far enough away that people around him wouldn’t know about the past. And, more to the point, they wouldn’t offer him the pity he didn’t want—didn’t need. He was a paediatric specialist, and a good one, on track to becoming a consultant. He’d be good for St Joseph’s, and St Joseph’s would be good for him. Yes, this was going to work out just fine.

      And everything was fine until he walked into the staffroom and saw the woman in a white coat talking to another woman in a sister’s uniform. His heart missed a beat.

      Tally.

      Except it couldn’t be. Tally was a teacher, not a doctor. And this woman had short, cropped hair instead of Tally’s Pre-Raphaelite curls. She was thinner than Tally, too. No, he was just seeing things. Wishful thinking, maybe. And he needed to get his subconscious wishes back under control, right now. Stop seeing his ex-wife in every stranger’s face. The past was the past and it was going to stay that way.

      And then the woman looked up, saw him and every bit of colour leached from her face.

      He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d gone just as white. Because it really was her. It was the first time they’d met in five and a half years. ‘Tally?’ The name felt as if it had been ripped from him.

      ‘Natalie,’ she corrected. ‘Hello, Kit.’

      Her voice was like ice. A voice that had once been warm and soft, a voice that had once slurred his name in passion.

      But that had been before Ethan.

      ‘Do you two know each other?’ the nurse she’d been talking to asked.

      ‘We went to the same university,’ Tally cut in quickly. ‘We haven’t seen each other in years.’

      It was the truth. But very, very far from the whole truth. Obviously Tally didn’t want to admit just how well they’d known each other.

      Then again, Kit didn’t exactly want the whole truth known either. Or the gossip and speculation that was bound to go with it.

      Hell, hell, hell. If he’d had any idea that Tally had become a doctor—that she was working here—he would never have come to St Joseph’s. He’d have stayed in London. Maybe even gone abroad for a while, got some experience in America or worked for Doctors Without Borders.

      A quick glance at her ID badge told him that Tally was using her maiden name. Not that that meant anything. She might be married again now. Though he couldn’t see a ring on her left hand, or a tell-tale band of paler skin on her ring finger. Maybe not married, then. Probably living with someone. Family was important to Natalie. She wouldn’t be living on her own. She’d clearly moved on with her life.

      Just like he had.

      And he damped down the ‘if only’ before it had a chance to echo in his head.

      He focused on the nurse and extended his hand. ‘Kit Rodgers. Pleased to meet you. I’m the new boy.’

      And I’m Debbie Jacobs. Senior sister, for my sins.’ The nurse smiled at him. ‘Well, you’ve plenty in common with our Natalie, then. She’s new, too—she started yesterday.’ She gave them both a curious look. ‘Since you know each other, you two must have a lot to catch up on.’

      Natalie’s reaction was clearly written on her face. Not if I can help it.

      ‘We didn’t really know each other that well,’ Kit said coolly. Again, not the whole truth, but true enough. By the end, they’d been complete strangers. Living separate lives. And he’d wondered if he’d ever really known her.

      ‘Natalie, maybe you can show Kit where everything is?’

      ‘Um, yes. Sure.’ And she smiled.

      Oh, hell. He knew that smile. The bright one that pretended nothing was wrong—when, inside, everything was wrong. The one that spelled trouble with a capital T.

      This was surreal. Natalie was showing Kit around the ward—and they were both acting as if they were polite strangers. Considering they’d known each other much more intimately, this was crazy.

      ‘So you’re a house officer. I didn’t know you’d become a doctor. Your parents never said,’ Kit remarked.

      Natalie stared at him in shock. Her parents? Why would her parents have said anything to him about her change in career? ‘You stayed in touch with them?’

      He shrugged. ‘Just Christmas and birthdays.’

      Strange. She couldn’t remember ever seeing a card from him on the mantelpiece. Or maybe her mum had kept it to one side when she had been around. Trying to save her daughter from more hurt. Seeing Kit’s name in a card, maybe with another woman’s name added after it.

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