Six Sexy Doctors Part 2 (Mills & Boon e-Book Collections): Posh Doc Claims His Bride / Surgeon Boss, Surprise Dad / Children's Doctor, Society Bride / ... His Bride / The Rebel Surgeon's Proposal

by Anne Fraser

  ‘Why did you pull away from me?’ he asked, looking at her curiously and beginning to move towards her. ‘I like it when you touch me. I especially like it when you’re close enough that I can hold you in my arms.’

  She shook her head. ‘I didn’t get that impression when you sat with me out on the quadrangle. You seemed to change your mind and you moved away from me as though you had made a mistake.’

  She was still backing away from him, but he followed her, winding his arms around her and capturing her as she came up against the corner cupboard. ‘It was the wrong place and the wrong time, and there were people likely to intrude on us at any moment. Besides that, I knew how much you wanted to see your A&E unit secure for the future and we were at odds in everything we tried to do. It didn’t seem right to take advantage of you when I might be the very person who could destroy everything you’d worked for.’

  ‘And that’s what happened, isn’t it?’ Her voice was barely a whisper. He was holding her so close to him that every part of her body was melded with his, and there was no way she could bear to look into his eyes just then. She loved him and wanted him, but he had chosen a path that took him away from her. She buried her face in the curve of his shoulder.

  ‘No, Louise, that isn’t true. I’ve been working all this time to persuade the board that your department needs to stay open. I’ve tried every argument I could think of. They’ve been inundated with petitions from parents and locals who are up in arms about the threat of closure. The MP for the region has added his two pennyworth, and I’ve given them a list of cost-cutting measures that we can put in place. They’ve had so much to think about that I’m surprised their heads aren’t reeling.’

  She looked up at him. ‘You’ve done all that? I had no idea. Until you suggested ways I might sway them, I thought you were against keeping my unit open.’

  ‘I couldn’t bear to see it close. I know how much it means to you, and I’ve seen for myself how many children have survived because of it.’ He stopped talking all at once and swooped to kiss her. It was a long, hard kiss, full of pent-up desire and passionate intensity, as though he would drown out any sense of denial that she might dredge up from the foggy depths of her mind.

  Except her mind wasn’t functioning at all just then. She was totally, utterly absorbed in that kiss, as though he had swept her off her feet and laid siege to every emotion she possessed. She wanted him, needed him, and couldn’t bear for him to let her go.

  ‘You have to know how hard it was for me to keep away from you,’ he muttered against her cheek. ‘I want you, Louise. I love you. I need you by my side.’

  Love? Had he actually said it? She looked up at him, her eyes widening. ‘You love me?’

  ‘I love you.’ He kissed her again, running his hands along her spine, smoothing his palms over her, as though he would know every inch of her. ‘Do you think you could love me?’

  She smiled up at him, her mouth soft and aching for his lips to claim hers once more. ‘I can’t help loving you,’ she said huskily. ‘I didn’t want to, because it hurts so much to see everything I’ve worked for taken from me and dashed into the ground, but I love you anyway. I know now that you would have stopped it if you could.’

  He rained kisses over her face, her throat, her mouth. ‘But that’s just it,’ he said in a thickened voice. ‘It won’t come to that. I showed the board ho wthe area needs your unit at its heart. With all the waterways close by, we get a high proportion of water-related accidents in this area, and that makes it all the more necessary for the A&E facilities to be within reach in the quickest possible time. There are also a couple of accident black spots not too far away and, until measures are put in place to counter that, we can’t think of closing you down.’

  She looked at him in shock. ‘Have they agreed with you on this?’

  He nodded. ‘They have. You’ll see it all in tomorrow’s papers, but I wanted to be the first to tell you. I had confirmation this afternoon.’

  ‘Oh, James…I can’t tell you how that makes me feel. My heart’s racing, I’m hot all over. I can’t take it in. I’m so, so happy.’ She didn’t tell him that part of the reason she was feeling this way was because she was in his arms. That would confuse the issue altogether, wouldn’t it?

  ‘That’s what I hoped you’d say.’ He wrapped his arms even more tightly around her. ‘But, most of all, I was hoping that you would agree to marry me. Will you marry me, Louise? Will you be my wife, and live with me and love me and be by my side for ever?’

  ‘Oh, yes. Yes, please. I will. I love you.’ She tilted her head upwards and pressed her mouth to his in a long and tender kiss. ‘I love you so much.’

  ‘That’s good,’ he said. ‘It’s such a relief to hear you say it, and perhaps now I’ll be able to breathe again.’ He smiled down at her. ‘Did I tell you that I’ve set up an investment fund for your A&E unit? I wanted to make absolutely sure that there was no possibility of the board having a change of heart.’

  ‘No, you didn’t. I think I’m going to die of happiness,’ she said in a choked voice. ‘You are the most wonderful man that ever lived.’

  ‘Really?’ He made a crooked smile. ‘I think that might be stretching it a bit, but if you want to go on kissing me and saying nice things, I’m all for it.’

  ‘So am I,’ she said on a chuckle. ‘You make my whole body tingle.’

  ‘Me too,’ he murmured, bending his head and kissing her soundly until the world began to spin and her head was filled with cotton wool clouds. ‘I love you, Louise, more than anything, and I want to spend my life with you. You’re my very special angel.’

  The Royal Doctor’s Bride

  Jessica Matthews

  The screen had gone dark, but she was still reeling from what she had seen and heard. “I thought you were exaggerating,” she admitted. “But you weren’t, were you?”

  He shook his head, then sat down. “No.”

  She faced him. “According to the reporter, no one in authority has a solution. What do you think I can do?”

  “The experts believe a more ‘personal’ solution between our families is required.” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “They’re hoping to tie the two royal houses together.”

  “How would you tie two royal houses…?” Her voice died as she realized exactly the sort of “personal” relationship he wanted. “You can’t possibly be thinking of—”

  He finished her sentence. “Marriage.”

  Marriage.

  The word echoed in her head.

  Marriage.

  To a man she’d only met earlier in the day.

  After years of working in the ER, she’d always considered herself unshockable, but the word definitely shifted the ground underneath her. “We’re supposed to get married?” she managed to croak.

  He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “Yes.”

  Her heart pounded and an urge to escape swept over her. “This is a joke, right?”

  “Not at all.”

  Jessica Matthews’s interest in medicine began at a young age, and she nourished it with medical stories and hospital-based television programmes. After a stint as a teenage candy-striper, she pursued a career as a clinical laboratory scientist. When not writing or on duty she fills her day with countless family and school-related activities. Jessica lives in the central United States with her husband, daughter and son.

  To everyone who ever pretended to be a princess.

  I hope you all found your prince…

  CHAPTER ONE

  “DR SUTTON, we have a problem.”

  In the process of jotting down a script and mentally calculating a drug dosage for her patient, Gina Sutton answered absentmindedly, “I’ll be right there.”

  “This can’t wait too long,” Nurse Lucy Fields urged.

  A warning note in her tone pulled Gina’s attention away from her task. She glanced at the normally unflappable woman and saw the distress written all over her fa
ce. While the unusual was the norm in Belmont Memorial’s Emergency Department, something had upset their nursing supervisor.

  “Noted,” she said calmly, before turning back to her patient, forty-year-old Jim Pearce. “According to the X-rays, you’ve sprained, not broken, your wrist. You’ll need to keep it immobilized for several weeks to give the muscles time to recover. Here’s a prescription…”she tore off the sheet “…for an anti-inflammatory. Take as directed. And if your wrist isn’t better in a few weeks, either come back or visit your family doctor. Any questions?”

  Jim shook his head.

  “Just remember, no more hammering or heavy lifting in the meantime,” she cautioned. “Wearing a splint for support doesn’t mean you can do everything you did before. If you don’t give yourself time to heal, you’ll have worse problems.”

  His face colored slightly, as if she’d read his mind and knew his intent. “OK. A few weeks is all, right?”

  “At least three, maybe more.”

  “Doctor,” Lucy urged from the door.

  Telling her patient goodbye, Gina followed Lucy into the hallway. “What’s the big problem that couldn’t wait two more minutes?”

  “It’s Dr Nevins. He’s gone crazy!”

  “What’s he done now?” Gina asked tiredly, already wondering what mistake she’d have to correct this time. Bill Nevins may be the Director of Emergency Services, but an intern could do a better job. On the few occasions when he assisted with a trauma, he was usually more hindrance than help. If he didn’t have connections, she believed, he wouldn’t have been hired in the first place.

  “The man has completely lost his sanity,” Lucy declared. “He’s storming around his office and when I tried to go inside, he threw his glass paperweight at me!”

  “He’s always been high-strung,” Gina soothed. “What upset him today?”

  “I don’t know, but he was fine until he got a phone call. You have to talk to him, Gina. You’re the only one in the entire department he’ll listen to.”

  For some reason, during the two years she’d been in Belmont’s ER, she’d always been able to reason with the man, even when he was at his most unreasonable. When he’d wanted to fire a nurse for dropping a syringe during a code blue, she’d convinced him to give the poor girl a second chance. When he refused to spend the money to replace their defibrillator, she’d calmly reminded him of how costly a potential lawsuit would be, not to mention how his reputation would suffer.

  Now, apparently, her negotiation skills would be needed once again to deal with his latest temper tantrum.

  “All right,” Gina said resignedly, as she handed over Jim Pearson’s chart and tucked her pen into the breast pocket of her lab coat. “Let’s beard the lion in his den.”

  To her surprise, his door stood open and she cautiously walked in, noticing how the normally neat office now looked as if a tornado had whirled through. Papers and medical books covered the floor, boxes stood on top of Bill’s desk, and file drawers were yanked off their tracks. Even the philodendron she’d brought to soften the stark white walls lay on its side, dirt spilling out of the pot across the top of the filing cabinet.

  “What’s up?” she asked calmly as she righted the plant.

  Bill paused from riffling through the papers on his desk. “I’ve been fired, that’s what.”

  It’s about time, she thought. “Really?” she asked, trying to sound horrified but certain she failed miserably. “Whatever for?”

  He waved aside her question. “The reasons don’t matter. The point is, I’ve given my all to this place, and this is how they repay me.”

  Privately, Gina wondered how a man who worked three, maybe four hours a day could claim “he’d given his all”, but it wasn’t her place to argue. Her goal now was to bring calm to a potentially unstable situation.

  “What happens now?” she asked, more concerned about the repercussions to their department rather than to Bill’s professional life.

  He waved furiously at the wall clock. “Who knows? I have thirty minutes to pack up and get out. Thirty minutes,” he ranted. “After ten years of unfailing service, struggling to operate on the shoestring budget they gave me…well, it’s unthinkable and insulting!” He grabbed his coffee-mug, then hefted it in his hand. In the next breath, he heaved it at the metal filing cabinet.

  Gina didn’t have time to dodge before the ceramic cup shattered into a hundred pieces. A sharp sting bit into her cheek and she instinctively touched her face. No real damage as far as she could tell. Although she was somewhat disconcerted because Bill had never injured anyone before during one of his tirades, the burden of restoring his reason clearly fell to her.

  She ignored the lingering discomfort and began in her most placating tone, “Now, Bill—”

  She didn’t get past his name before a tall, dark-haired man burst into the office, wearing an expensively tailored dark gray suit and a grim expression.

  “Throw one more thing and you’ll be flying through the air, too,” he snarled as he moved in front of her, effectively blocking her from her irate superior. In the next instant, he whipped out a snowy white handkerchief and pressed it into her hand. “You’d better take care of that, Gina.”

  Too curious about the scene unfolding, especially when two more men arrived who were more stocky and not quite as tall or as handsome, she didn’t ask how this stranger knew her name. She simply nodded and did as she was told.

  To her surprise, a large smear of blood—her blood—stained the expensive cotton square. Quickly, she pressed it to her cheek again, more curious about the drama than about her scratch, especiallywhen her rescuer approached Bill behind his desk.

  “You, Dr Nevins,” the authoritative man accused in a deep, stern voice, “have forfeited your right to collect your things. Leave the premises immediately.”

  Bill straightened to his full five feet five inches and his beady little eyes narrowed. “Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?”

  “I’m your replacement,” the fellow stated calmly and firmly. “Goodbye, Dr Nevins.”

  He raised one hand and in the blink of an eye the two men moved round the desk from opposite directions to grab Bill’s arms and lead him toward the door.

  “But I didn’t hurt her on purpose,” Bill screeched. “Tell him, Gina.”

  Everyone’s gaze landed on Gina. “Bill wouldn’t hurt me,” Gina responded. “Not intentionally.”

  Her handsome knight folded his arms and regarded her cooly. “A man with such an obvious lack of control can’t be trusted.”

  “You can’t do this,” Bill shouted. “I have thirty minutes left.”

  Bill’s replacement, with his regal bearing and handsomely aristocratic features, looked down his aquiline nose. “You now have none. Take him away.”

  “But my things,” Bill wailed over his shoulder as the two henchmen literally lifted him off the ground.

  “Dr Sutton will ship your personal possessions to you.” And with that, the two apparent security guards carried him out, kicking and screaming.

  Gina stared at the now empty doorway. “At the risk of sounding completely ridiculous, what just happened?”

  “Changing of the guard,” the man said as he stood in front of her. “Let me look at that.” Without waiting for her permission, he tipped her chin upward, pulled away the handkerchief and peered at her face.

  Strangely enough, an attack of self-consciousness swept over Gina. The most handsome man she’d seen in ages had burst into her department like an avenging angel and now was studying her face as if he’d never seen a scratch before.

  “It’s nothing,” she said inanely, extremely conscious of two things—his six-foot-plus frame, which made her feel petite at five foot eight, and a delightfully masculine scent that made her appreciate being a female.

  He pressed on her cheekbone and frowned. “You need a stitch.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  He raised both eyebrows, eyebrows frami
ng chocolate brown eyes that were deep, dark pools. “Are you questioning my medical judgement?”

  “I believe so. Yes.”

  A huge grin spread across his face. The dazzling brilliance of his smile made him seem younger, more approachable, and less formidable.

  “At least you’re honest,” he said.

  “It’s the best policy,” she answered.

  “Have a seat,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.”

  She might have obeyed, but it wasn’t in her nature to ignore the obvious. Because she weighed her problems more easily if she was busy, she carefully picked up the shattered remnants of Bill’s mug while she contemplated the sharp turn that the morning had taken.

  Bill was gone. While she took a few seconds to rejoice, she knew life in Belmont’s ER might not turn out better than it had been under Bill’s administration. Clearly, his successor—whoever he was—had a definite take-charge attitude. Once he’d plotted his course of action, he followed it, which was a good thing provided he based his decisions upon facts and logic. But if he didn’t, they would be in trouble, because she doubted if she’d be as successful at negotiating with him as she had been with Bill.

  No matter. She’d learned the art of persuasion at a young age and had developed it fully as she had taken care of her father near the end of his too-short life. She hadn’t met a man yet who came close to Arthur John Sutton in stubbornness.

  With any luck, however, the new ED Director would be more reasonable than Bill, although after watching him mercilessly throw Bill out of the department, she hoped he didn’t normally manage his subordinates with the same dictatorial style.

  “I see you’re a person who doesn’t follow orders,” he said behind her a minute later.

  “I follow them when they’re rational,” she replied pertly.