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by Louisa Heaton




  Her three-year-old baby secret...

  Dr. Eva Corday never expected to see Jacob Dolan ever again—especially not working as the new doctor in her emergency department! Four years ago they shared a scorching, unforgettable night together, but the next morning Jacob disappeared, taking her heart with him...

  Now that he’s back, Jacob’s more irresistible than ever—and it’s clear the same chemistry sizzles between them. Yet this Christmas, Eva has to protect more than her own heart and must reveal the secret she’s kept hidden for so long—their adorable three-year-old son, Seb!

  Eva swivelled in her seat and her eyes fell upon the one man she’d thought she’d never, ever see again.

  Jacob Dolan. The doctor who’d slept with her four years ago and then run off to Africa. The doctor who’d got her pregnant and then disappeared without leaving a trace!

  Why did he have to look so good?

  This was her dream come true and her worst nightmare all rolled into one. While once she had dreamed about what life might have been like for the pair of them if Jacob hadn’t disappeared, she was now faced with the fact that he was back. And he would eventually need to be told about Seb.

  “Eva?”

  Chills trembled down her spine and she felt every single goose bump that prickled her skin.

  “Jacob! Nice to see you again. It’s been a long time.”

  She held out her hand for him to shake, as one colleague would to another. He raised a quizzical eyebrow and shook her hand, smiling that kilowatt smile.

  Oh, help...

  Eva kept the smile plastered on her face, not knowing what else to do. She had momentous, life-changing news for this man. But how could she tell him?

  Dear Reader,

  I love Christmas. I love the countdown to the big day, the wishing and hoping for snow, the excitement of my children as they try to guess what they’re getting...shaking and weighing up the presents under the tree. I love the food, putting up the decorations, and laughing at my husband as he tries—and struggles—to put up the Christmas lights each year.

  As a child, I thought Christmas was special—but it meant even more when I watched my own children experience the season. For Eva and Jacob, Christmas means different things. For Eva it’s a time that makes her feel even more separate from the family she was once with, and for Jacob it’s a tragic reminder of a cruel event.

  In this story we accompany them on their journey to find their own magic at Christmas—their own happy ending that they never believed could be possible. I hope you enjoy it.

  Love and best wishes,

  Louisa

  A FATHER THIS CHRISTMAS?

  Louisa Heaton

  Books by Louisa Heaton

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  The Baby that Changed Her Life

  His Perfect Bride?

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  To Mum and Dad, who bought me a beautiful manual typewriter one Christmas and released the story-writing bunny.

  Lots of love, your loving daughter. xx

  Praise for Louisa Heaton

  “The Baby that Changed Her Life moved me to tears many times. It is a full-on emotional drama. Louisa Heaton brought this tale shimmering with emotions.”

  —GoodReads

  “You know that feeling you get after you read an incredibly awesome book...the feeling where you don’t know what to read next, because the book you just read was so awesome...? That’s exactly how I feel.”

  —GoodReads on The Baby that Changed Her Life

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘QUICK, EVA, TAKE my pulse!’

  Eva turned to her friend. What was wrong?

  ‘What? Are you ill?’

  She placed her fingers on Sarah’s pulse point on her wrist and looked with concern at her friend as she counted beats. But Sarah wasn’t looking at her—she was focussed on something or someone behind Eva, across the minors department, towards the entrance. She was seemingly fascinated, with a sparkle in her eyes and a slow smile creeping across her face as she looked someone up and down.

  ‘Sex on a stick at one o’clock.’

  ‘What?’

  Why was she being ridiculous? Eva swivelled in her seat to see who was making Sarah act like that and her eyes fell upon the one man she’d thought she’d never, ever see again.

  Jacob.

  Dressed all in black, in what had to be tailored clothes, considering how well they fit, with his tousled dark hair and a five-o’clock shadow, a red-tubed stethoscope draped casually around his neck, he looked stunning.

  Well dressed, powerful.

  Virile.

  More so than four years ago, if that were possible. Time had been overly generous to Jacob, bestowing upon him masculine maturity in a well-defined body that simply oozed sex appeal.

  She’d begun to believe that she’d imagined this perfect man. That her one hot night with him that Christmas Eve four years ago had been a figment of her imagination. Despite the obvious, startling reminder that it hadn’t been imaginary.

  Their son.

  Eva wanted the earth to swallow her up. Because then she wouldn’t have to face him. Wouldn’t have to explain to him that he was a father.

  She could hardly believe that she had slept with a man she had only known for such a short time. Just because of something she’d felt when she’d looked at him. Taking him at face value—because, really, what else had she had to go on? He’d been in her arms, and they’d danced together in a slow, sultry melting of bodies... The way his hips had swayed, his groin had pressed against hers, the feel of him...

  But now she was different. Stronger. She was no longer the young woman who had given her heart to a man who had only been a fantasy for just one night—a man she’d dreamed of after the fact.

  Now she was more mature. A strong woman. A confident doctor. And there was no way she was going to let Jacob know how she was really feeling.

  Terrified.

  Still attracted...

  I’m not! Just because it feels as if my heart is trying to leap from my chest...

  She let go of Sarah’s wrist and deliberately turned her back on him.

  There was so much he needed to know! So much she needed to tell him. She’d searched for him. Tried to let him know about Seb. But it had been impossible! Would he understand?

  Her mouth felt dry, as if it was full of sawdust, and she knew if she were to talk to him her tongue would just stumble over the words. She groaned as her stomach flipped and swirled like snowflakes in a snow globe.

  ‘It’s probably that new doctor Clarkson mentioned earlier.’ She tried to sound as casual as she could. When Dr Clarkson, clinical lead of their A&E department, had mentioned they were getting a new doctor she’d initially been thrilled. Who didn’t need an extra pair of hands in A&E after all? Even if it was just temporary cover for Christmas.

  But he hadn’t told her who was coming. Who the new doctor actually was.

  Jacob Dolan.

  The doctor who’d slept with her and then run off to Africa. The doctor who’d got her pregnan
t and then disappeared without leaving a trace!

  Why did he have to look so good?

  Sarah leaned forward to whisper to her, ‘Oh, my goodness, I’d really love to find him in my Christmas stocking...’ She licked her lips. ‘How on earth are we going to get any work done with him hanging around? I’m going to be spending all my time wiping drool off my chin and hoping the cleaners have enough wet-floor signs to dot around me.’

  Eva grimaced a smile, but went back to her paperwork. All she had to do was write these notes. Write these notes and then maybe get the earth to open up and swallow her or something. Once he realised she was here—once he realised that she was the woman who had slept with him four years ago...

  She could grab her coat and go. She could say she was sick or something.

  No...that wouldn’t work. You only get a day off if you’re dying—nothing less...

  Their son.

  She could tell Dr Clarkson it was something to do with Seb.

  This was her dream come true and her worst nightmare all rolled into one! Whilst once she had dreamed about what life might have been like for the pair of them if Jacob hadn’t disappeared, she was now faced with the fact that he was back. Here. In her department. And he would eventually need to be told about Seb.

  She’d tried to tell him before.

  I tried. I tried to track him down. But there was no trace! This isn’t my fault! He can’t hold me responsible for this!

  She didn’t have to think about him being here. About him actually being in her A&E department. Standing mere metres away, looking even more alluring than he had before, if that were possible.

  She’d hoped her imagination had got it wrong. That her memories of him were impaired. That perhaps he’d not been that stunning. That perhaps he’d have more in common with Quasimodo, or a troll, or something hopeful like that.

  ‘Look at him, Eva.’ Sarah glanced at her friend and frowned. ‘Eva? Why won’t you look at him? Oh, he’s coming over...’ Sarah scraped back her chair and stood up.

  Eva sucked in a deep, steadying breath and felt her heart pound against her rib cage. This couldn’t be true! This couldn’t be happening! Not now. She wasn’t prepared for it. She’d dreamed about finding him and telling him about Seb for years, but now that the opportunity was upon her she was terrified.

  ‘Eva?’

  That voice.

  Chills trembled down her spine and she felt every single goosebump that prickled her skin.

  She could see Sarah glance at her in surprise that somehow Eva knew this man. No doubt there would be an interrogation later, and she’d want all the details, but Eva was mindful that not only was this her workplace but she was a professional—and what business was it of anybody but her?

  She dredged up what she hoped was a pleasant smile from somewhere—hoping it didn’t look like a ghastly rictus—and turned around, praying to any god that existed that she didn’t flush like a menopausal woman or look as if she was going to pass out.

  Those blue eyes...

  ‘Jacob! Nice to see you again. It’s been a long time.’

  Was her voice as strangled as it sounded to her? She hoped not. She was determined to be as professional as she could be. Professional and distanced. She was at least grateful for the fact that her voice was actually working. She’d felt so trapped and cornered suddenly she was amazed her voice hadn’t disappeared altogether, in a case of phobic aphasia.

  She held out her hand for him to shake, as one colleague would to another. He raised a quizzical eyebrow and shook it, smiling that kilowatt smile.

  Oh, help...

  Eva kept the smile plastered on her face, not knowing what else to do. She had momentous, life-changing news for this man. But how could she tell him? Everyone knew she was a mother—it was bound to be mentioned to him at some point. All she needed was for someone to mention how old Seb was and Jacob would do a little maths, and then—

  ‘How have you been?’ he asked, smiling, looking her up and down. ‘You look great.’

  She lifted her chin and smiled. ‘I’ve been fine. You?’

  What had she expected? For him to say that his life had been awful without her? That after their one night he’d dreamed about her the way she had about him? Hah! Jacob Dolan had most likely coped absolutely fine without her!

  ‘I’ve been good. I can’t believe you actually work here.’

  ‘Well, I do.’ She struggled to think of something else to say. Something pleasant. Something...neutral. ‘This is Sarah Chambers—another A&E colleague.’

  She introduced her friend and Sarah practically melted over him, shaking his hand as if she’d never let go, as if his hand was somehow magically feeding her oxygen or something.

  Eva rolled her eyes at her friend’s blatant fawning, and when she could finally stand the overt flirting no longer she deliberately walked between them, so that their handshaking had to be broken off to allow her through.

  ‘Let me introduce you to everyone.’

  Jacob dropped into step beside her. ‘Thanks. So...you’re going to be my new boss?’

  She shook her head. No. Definitely not. ‘Dr Clarkson is clinical lead.’

  ‘How long have you been here?’

  ‘Since before I met you.’ She grimaced at how easily she’d referred to when they’d met. Now he would be remembering it, too.

  She almost stopped walking. Couldn’t believe she’d referred to it. Her stomach became a solid lump of cold ice. Her feet felt as if they were inside concrete boots and walking was like trying to wade through molasses.

  How do I tell him?

  ‘How was Africa?’

  There. That was better. Turn the focus back onto him. It gave her time to breathe. Time to think. Time to formulate the answers she knew she’d have to provide.

  ‘Hot. And dry. But amazing. Life-changing.’

  There was something odd in his voice then, and she voluntarily turned to look at him, trying not to be pulled by the lure of those sexy blue eyes that had got her into so much trouble in the first place.

  ‘It’s been life-changing here, too. But it sounds like you might have a few stories to tell?’

  She could tell him a few! About what had happened after he’d left. About the decisions she’d had to make. How she’d done everything alone—as always. But she couldn’t right now. How could she? He’d only just got here. He’d only just arrived. Let the poor guy take his coat off before—

  ‘I certainly do. We ought to catch up some time.’

  He paused briefly, then reached out to catch her arm. Electricity crackled along her skin like a lightning strike.

  ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

  His touch burned her skin and she stared at him in shock before pulling her arm free. Unable to stand his close contact, and the effect it was having on her breathing and pulse rate, she stepped farther away, putting a trolley between them and distracting herself by fiddling with the pressed bed sheets, pillowcases and yellow blankets piled upon it.

  She picked up one or two and took great interest in folding and refolding them, giving herself time to recover from his touch. To cool down. For her heart rate to slow.

  Time to think of something to say.

  How did you tell a man that he was a father? Completely out of the blue?

  By the way, you ought to know...you’re a father.

  No! She couldn’t say it like that. It wasn’t something you could come straight out with. There had to be some sort of preamble. An introduction.

  Jacob? You remember that night we spent together? Look, I know we used protection, but somehow it didn’t work and...

  Hmm... That didn’t seem all that marvellous, either.

  Jacob...there’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to come strai
ght out with it...you’re a father.

  ‘Let me show you around the department’ was what she came up with.

  That was easier. By being professional, by not actually looking at him, she could almost forget...almost pretend he was someone else. A junior, maybe. A complete stranger.

  She led him around the Minors area and then into Majors, Resus, Triage, the waiting room, stockrooms, sluice and cubicles, talking nonstop about all kinds of things—hospital policy, staff rotas, tricks to know when dealing with the computer—anything and everything but the one thing she wished she could talk to him about but was afraid to tell him.

  She was talking so he didn’t have the chance to ask questions. And all the while aware of his proximity, his dark brooding outline, his expensive clothing, the feel of him near her once again.

  She knew she was babbling. He was playing havoc with her senses. It was as if her body had been awoken by his presence. The way a flower reacted to the sun.

  Her mind devilishly replayed a memory of his kiss. How his lips had felt upon hers. How they’d drifted ever so lightly across her skin, sending shivers of delicious delight through her body, arousing her nerve endings to touch in a way they had never been before, making her ache for more.

  Eva could remember it all too well.

  Every sizzling second of it.

  Jacob had made her feel so alive! She’d had a long day at work that day, and when she’d made it to that party she’d felt exhausted—bereft of feeling. Yet in his arms she’d become energised, had tingled and yearned for his every touch, savouring every caress, consuming every desire and gasping her way through her ecstasy.

  Feeling alive once again.

  That one night had changed her entire life.

  She shivered at the thought, those goosebumps rising again and her nipples hardening against her bra in expectancy. He was the only man who had ever made her feel that way. The only man she’d ever slept with since that night. The memory of him, the experience of him, had stopped her being intimate with any other. No one could measure up to his memory.

 

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