The Surgeon's One-Night Baby

by Charlotte Hawkes

  A desire they can’t resist...

  A consequence they’ll cherish forever

  Still reeling from her failed marriage, Archana Coates is ready to rediscover the vibrant, fun-loving woman she once was. So an unexpected encounter with her childhood crush, playboy surgeon Kaspar Athari, leads to temptation she can’t resist... Then Archie arrives in LA—pregnant! And when she and Kaspar discover their baby is at risk, Archie will do anything it takes to fight for her new little family.

  The door suddenly opened and he was striding out, stopping dead the instant he saw her.

  “Archie.”

  “Kaspar.”

  There was a beat as his eyes seemed to take her in. Scanning her face, then dropping down. Another beat as they hovered around the evident swell of her belly.

  Her whole world pinpointed around him, her breath seeming so slow and then stopping in her chest. Time had done little to diminish the impact he had on her. Maybe it had even amplified it. She had the oddest sensation of falling. Plummeting.

  The question was, how painful was the landing going to be?

  “You’d better come in,” he managed at last, the unusually hoarse tone to his voice only making her nerves jangle all the more.

  Then he picked up her bags and was gone. Walking back into his office with as little surprise, as little emotion, as if she’d been his next patient who he was waiting to see.

  Still, it took her several long moments before she was able to follow him.

  She was barely through the door before he was speaking.

  “You’re pregnant.”

  Dear Reader,

  When I first came up with the idea for Archie and Kaspar, I was watching a program about leaf-cutter ants (I have a six-year-old and four-year-old to keep on their toes!) and thinking how tenacious they (the ants, not the boys) were. And so Little-ant was born.

  I knew I wanted my heroine to be sassy, feisty and fearless, but I also wanted her to have lost herself. Beaten down a little by life’s twists and turns, but determined not to go under.

  Only a true hero could help her rediscover her confidence without overwhelming her. And in Kaspar, the boy who had known her as Little-ant, I found the perfect hero for her. He brought out her plucky side; she just needed to let him help her trust herself again.

  I hope you enjoy reading Archie and Kaspar’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  I’d love it if you dropped by my website, charlotte-hawkes.com, or found me on Twitter, @CHawkesUK.

  Charlotte x

  The Surgeon’s One-Night Baby

  Charlotte Hawkes

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  “The romance that shone throughout the story was well-written, well-thought-out and one of greatness. The characters were some of the most thought-out that I’ve come across lately. This is definitely one to pick up for an amazing story.”

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM THE NURSE'S PREGNANCY MIRACLE BY ANN MCINTOSH

  CHAPTER ONE

  WITH MOUNTING HORROR, Archie stared out of the open aeroplane doors and three thousand five hundred feet down to the ground below her. As the penultimate static line jumper prepared to take his step out of the back of the plane, terror pinned her to the hard deck of the aircraft.

  ‘You’re up next, Archie.’ Her instructor’s words were more seen than heard as he yelled over the roar of the engines and the rushing wind.

  ‘I can’t. I can’t do it,’ she muttered desperately, but the sound was whipped away, unheard. Thankfully.

  Throughout her entire life, those had been the only words her beloved air force father had ever flatly refused to hear... I can’t. She glanced down at her colourful ‘Make Cancer Jump’ skydiving suit and felt a hot prickle in her eyes.

  Guilt and regret; they had made terrible companions these last five years.

  Whatever had happened to the bold, fun-loving, spirited Archana Coates of old? Even of six years ago? Back then she and her father would have jumped out of that door without a second thought. Now here she was, glued to the deck, unable to even inch her way forward.

  She didn’t dare look over her shoulder. She was the last of her group of static line jumpers but there was still half a planeload of tandem skydivers all ready to ascend to their required altitude of ten thousand feet. They were just waiting for her to go.

  He was waiting for her to go.

  Kaspar Athari.

  She’d tried to ignore him from the moment she’d spotted him that morning across the vast chasm of the training hangar. Just as she’d ignored the way something had kicked in her chest, and if she hadn’t already known it had died the same day her father had—almost five years ago to the day—she might have been fooled into believing it was her heart.

  Kaspar. The boy who had burst into her family’s life when she’d been six and he’d been almost eight, and had turned things upside down in the best way possible. For the seven years he hadn’t just been her brother Robbie’s best friend. He’d also been like a second brother to her, spending every school holiday from their boarding schools—thanks to Kaspar’s money and her own father’s career in the air force—with her family.

  Or at least...mostly like a second brother. Even now, even here, she could feel the hot flush creep into her cheeks at the memory of childish crush she’d had on him that last year. She’d been thirteen and it had been the first year she’d been acutely aware that Kaspar wasn’t a brother at all.

  The same year his narcissist Hollywood royalty mother had finally tired of her latest husband and dragged herself and her son back to the States in the hope of kick-starting both their careers. But, though having once been one of the most heartbreaker child actors in Hollywood, thanks to a combination of his stunning blonde British mother and his striking, dark-haired Persian father, somewhere along the line Kaspar had turned his back on the industry.

  Now he was a top surgeon who risked his life in former war zones and on the battlefield. Saving civilians and soldiers alike. Winning awards and medals at every turn, none of which he appeared to care a jot about. With the press hanging on his every choice.

  ‘The Surgeon Prince of Persia’, the press had dubbed him, as much for his bone-melting good looks as for his surgical skill.

  And even though she’d devoured every last article, had known he split his time between the US and the UK, had seen th
e Christmas card and US Army antique he’d sent her avid collector father every year without fail, she’d never seen Kaspar again in person. Until now.

  Not that he’d even recognised her after all these years.

  ‘Archie. Are you ready?’

  Snapping her gaze back up to her instructor, who was still smiling encouragingly, she shook her head, half-incredulous that, even now, even here, Kaspar Athari had managed to consume her thoughts so easily. Especially when she hadn’t thought of him very much at all over the intervening years.

  Yeah, a voice inside her scoffed. Right.

  But right now wasn’t the time to go there. This skydive wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about anyone. Just herself. Just the fact that she’d spent the last five years, ever since her beloved father’s death, ricocheting from one disaster to another, and today that all stopped. It was time. She just needed to make that leap. Literally.

  Edging forward she somehow, miraculously, managed to summon the strength to push herself off her seat onto the metal floor, closer to the open hatch, and peer nervously down again.

  The wind ripped at her, as though it could pull in even more different directions.

  ‘I ca...’ She began to mutter the refusal again but this time something stopped her from completing it.

  It was time to regain her dignity. The life she’d somehow put on hold for the past five years since her father’s death. In fact, almost five years to the day since her fearlessness had seeped out of her like a punctured rubber dinghy in the middle of a wide, empty ocean.

  ‘I can do this,’ she told herself fiercely. Out loud. Safe in the knowledge that no one could hear her over the roar.

  She wanted to make the jump. She needed to make it. Five years of mistakes and disappointments had to end today. From her marriage, which had been doomed from the start, to the baby daughter she had lost at eighteen weeks. Even the baby that her ex-husband and his new wife would bring into the world barely a month or so. It was time to stop being a victim. To erase this weak, pathetic shadow of a person that she’d somehow become and rediscover the fierce, happy woman she’d once been.

  Sitting on the cold, metal floor, paralysed with fear, wasn’t part of the plan. And she hated herself for it. She reached out her arms and tried to shuffle across the floor on her bottom, but despite her best efforts her body refused to comply.

  ‘I have to do this,’ she choked out, desperately willing herself to move.

  She was letting people down. She was letting herself down. She felt exposed, vulnerable, worthless.

  Her head snapped around at the movement in her peripheral vision to see Kaspar edging his way through the plane. As if he knew exactly what was going on. As if the last fifteen years were falling away and they were once again the teenagers they’d been when she’d last seen him. As if he was still every inch the superhero he’d always been to her, even when she’d been nothing more than the annoying kid sister.

  She should be more shocked. Shouldn’t she?

  He couldn’t be coming to her aid. He wasn’t that boy any more.

  So what was hammering in her chest harder than the vibration of the aircraft engines? Had he recognised her after all?

  ‘Everything okay?’ he yelled. Concerned but with no trace of recognition.

  Archie stared helplessly, attempting to shake off the irrational hurt that needled her. Why would he recognise her? It had been fifteen years and she’d liked to think she no longer looked quite like the gangly kid she’d been when he’d last seen her. It wasn’t even as though her name would mean much to him, even if he could hear it over the roar of the engines. Archie was a name she’d only settled on in her later teens, and she doubted he’d ever even realised her name was Archana. Like her family, he’d only ever called her ‘Little Ant’, in reference to the ant farm she’d had as a kid, and the way she’d been so proud of her undaunted, determined little pet colony.

  He moved closer, his mouth nearer to her ear so that she imagined she could even feel his breath.

  ‘You want to jump?’

  ‘I have to jump, but...’ she choked out quietly, not sure whether he could read her lips.

  He nodded curtly in response, before turning to her instructor.

  ‘She can come with me. I was doing a tandem jump but my guy didn’t even make it onto the plane.’

  So Kaspar was an instructor here? Of course he was. What did the press call him? Playboy...surgeon...adrenalin junkie.

  Articles waxed lyrical about his trekking in the Amazon, skiing down avalanche-prone mountains, or diving off hundred-foot-high cliffs into sparkling tropical waters. Being a skydiving instructor on his weekends off would be a cake walk to someone like Kaspar.

  ‘You need to change harness.’

  ‘Sorry?’

  She didn’t mean to flinch as his hand brushed her shoulder. It was instinctive. Consuming.

  Now that her instructor had closed the door for the plane to ascend another six thousand feet or so, it was possible to hear each other without having to shout so loudly over the engines or the wind.

  ‘The tandem’s easier than the static line, and I’ll run you through the basics, but you’ll need to change harness.’

  And then Kaspar was addressing her, for the first time in fifteen years. She stared at him intently, as though willing up some spark of recognition, even if it was only to realise she was the kid sister who’d bugged him and Robbie. The one who had tried to get her brother to let her in when Robbie had far rather push her out. The one who had taught her little words in Persian, and chastised Robbie when he’d taught her swear words.

  She gazed and, for a moment, she thought he stared back. Holding eye contact that fraction longer than necessary. It was as though the very blood was stilling in her veins, her body hanging for a split second. Everything seemed to tilt, to change colour.

  But then he looked away, searching for the right harness, and she realised that moment had only existed in her own head. She could only watch in silence as Kaspar busied himself with the kit, slipping them both into the adult equivalent of a forward-facing baby carrier then sitting, with her perched on his lap, like the other tandem jumpers left in the plane.

  It felt surreal. Nothing about this moment remotely resembled the hundreds of naïve fantasies she’d nurtured—for longer than she cared to admit—about how a conversation with him would go if she ever saw him again.

  She’d envisaged beautiful clothes, perfect hair and make-up, and her sexiest smile. She’d imagined making Kaspar gasp at what he’d failed to see, right under his nose, all those years ago. She’d dreamed about making him chase her, just a little, before inevitably giving in to some all-consuming desire. Her innocent, wholly unrequited teenage crush finally blossoming into some movie-perfect moment.

  She had not imagined being in an aircraft in the most unflattering, unshapely skydiving suit, which bunched around the crotch thanks to her heavy harness, and, to cap it all off, too frightened to even make her jump.

  Well, she’d be damned if she was going to bottle this one, too. She had to make this jump. From ten thousand feet. With Kaspar.

  She absolutely was not thinking about how close they were going to be, strapped together in a harness, her back pressed against his front.

  Her blood was absolutely not racing away in her body, leaving her feeling decidedly light-headed and clammy.

  She was going to concentrate on the jump and be grateful for the second chance. She had to do this well.

  For charity.

  For her father.

  For herself.

  And not because Kaspar was going to be with her for every single spine-tingling nanosecond of it. Truly.

  Abruptly, everything faded to a blur, from Kaspar sorting out her gear to going through rigorous checks that would ordinarily have been completed on the ground. And then they
were ready. Waiting. Her back glued to his chest.

  Somehow that inability to face him lent her confidence.

  ‘Why are you doing this?’ she asked suddenly, surprising even herself.

  Kaspar frowned.

  ‘Sorry?’

  Despite the relative quiet of the plane now the hatch door was closed, one still had to speak loudly and clearly to be heard and her murmur hadn’t been nearly loud enough.

  ‘Why are you doing this?’ she repeated, grateful that no one else would stand a chance of hearing.

  ‘Why am I doing this?’ Kaspar repeated slowly, as if checking he’d heard right.

  But she knew that cadence. Realised it meant he was choosing his words carefully. It felt like a tiny victory. She still knew him. Or a part of him anyway.

  ‘Like a lot of people up here today, I’m doing it in memory of someone.’

  ‘Who?’ The question was out before she could swallow it back.

  She could picture his face tightened, his jaw locked. So familiar even after all these years. The unexpectedness of it knotted in Archie’s stomach and stopped her heart for a beat.

  ‘We’ll be at altitude soon.’ He jerked his head to the door, clearly sidestepping her question, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t explain why but suddenly she needed to know.

  ‘Who?’ she insisted.

  His jaw spasmed but, presumably because it was meant to be a charity jump and people had been sharing stories all day, he schooled his features into a neutral expression.

  ‘His name was Peter. I knew him...a long time ago.’

  He stopped curtly, as though it was more than he had intended to say. But it was more than enough for Archie.

  Peter? Her father?

  Archie shook her head, her lungs burning with the effort of continuing to breathe. He was doing this in memory of her own father? An odd sense of pride surged through her that even now, five years after his death, her big-hearted father still touched lives. And yet a sickening welling of emotion quickly snuffed out the pride. Kaspar clearly had absolutely no idea who she was. Despite all her earlier reasoning, that feeling of hurt, of rejection, coursed through her with all the power of a tsunami. She couldn’t possibly hope to stop it, as illogical as she knew her reaction might be.