The Surgeon's Marriage. Maggie Kingsley
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Название: The Surgeon's Marriage
Автор: Maggie Kingsley
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Medical
isbn: 9781474018975
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Now, he thought
Now’s the time, now’s the moment, but what could he say? How could he convince her that he loved her, when he was never going to be able to make the kind of flattering speeches that tripped so easily off Mark’s tongue?
Show her, his heart suggested. Show her you care, that the love is still there.
“Helen…” He cleared his throat and started again. “Will you come to bed with me?”
Was it his imagination or had her grip on the magazine tightened?
“Helen, please.” Heavens, he was begging. “Helen, it’s been so long since we made love, and…and I need you.” Slowly she lowered the magazine, and to his utter horror he could see tears sparkling in her eyes. Oh, hell, could he never get it right? “Helen, I’m sorry. Oh, love, don’t—please don’t cry.”
Desperately he reached for her, and she met him halfway, clinging to him with almost frantic need.
“Kiss me, Tom,” she muttered into his chest. “Don’t talk—don’t say anything. Just…kiss me.”
Dear Reader,
When I finished the first book in the Baby Doctors trilogy, I started thinking about Tom and Helen. They seemed to have the perfect marriage in Doctor and Son, but what if Helen doesn’t think they have? What if she feels Tom is taking her for granted as so many husbands can unthinkingly do, and that after ten years of marriage the zing isn’t there anymore? And to really make her life complicated, what if I arranged for a gorgeous specialist registrar to arrive at the Belfield Infirmary who makes it pretty obvious that he thinks Helen is wonderful?
Would she have an affair? Would she leave her husband? She has to make a choice, but does she make the right one?
If you’re as hooked on the Belfield Infirmary as I am, look out for the last book in the Baby Doctors trilogy.
Regards,
Maggie Kingsley
The Surgeon’s Marriage
Maggie Kingsley
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
HELEN stared at the damp towel hanging over the banister. It was strange how something so ordinary, so innocuous, could set your teeth on edge. Especially when it was nothing new. In fact, every morning for the past ten years Tom had come out of the shower and thrown his towel over that self-same banister.
Then why don’t you simply tell him to stop doing it? her mind asked as she lifted the towel and carried it down the stairs to the kitchen. Tell him it’s driving you crazy.
‘Because if I do,’ she told the potted plant on the window-sill, ‘Tom will say, “If it bothers you that much, why didn’t you mention it before?”’
And she’d be forced to admit that it hadn’t bothered her before, but now it did, and Tom would either frown uncomprehendingly or smile in that horribly knowing fashion which meant, Oops, it must be Helen’s time of the month again so I’d better tread carefully.
Tears filled her eyes, and she angrily blinked them away. It wasn’t her time of the month. She wished it was. At least then she’d have some excuse for the odd feelings of dissatisfaction and irritation which had been plaguing her recently. And she had nothing to be dissatisfied about. She had a good marriage, two healthy, beautiful children, a job she loved—
‘Mum, I can’t find my white T-shirt, and I need it for gymnastics.’
She glanced round to see her daughter standing in the kitchen doorway. ‘If you need it for gymnastics you should have told me yesterday.’
‘But I always have gymnastics on Mondays—you know I do. Tuesday’s art, Wednesday’s—’
‘Your green one’s washed and ironed.’
‘But everyone else will be wearing white. I’ll be the odd one out—’
‘Mum, have you seen my trainers?’
‘I’m talking to Mum,’ Emma protested.
‘Big deal,’ her brother exclaimed. ‘Mum, my trainers…’
‘They’re in your wardrobe, John. Which is where you should have put them when you got home from school on Friday, instead of just dumping them down in the hall,’ Helen called after her son as he dashed away.
‘Mum, about my white T-shirt. Couldn’t you—?’
‘Helen, СКАЧАТЬ