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The Nurse's Christmas Gift
Tina Beckett
A Christmas kiss from the past!Paediatric surgeon Max Ainsley arrives at Teddy’s hospital for a fresh start, only to find himself working with the woman he lost years before—his estranged wife!Annabelle once hoped to give Max the perfect family he never had, but when that dream was broken, so was her heart—and she pushed him away. She never imagined loving again, but now working on a tiny patient with Max stirs buried feelings… Could a miracle in maternity reunite them in time for Christmas?Christmas Miracles in MaternityHope, magic and precious new beginnings at Teddy’s!
A Christmas kiss from the past!
Pediatric surgeon Max Ainsley arrives at Teddy’s for a fresh start, only to find himself working with the woman he lost years before—his estranged wife!
Annabelle once hoped to give Max the perfect family he never had, but when that dream was broken so was her heart—and she pushed him away. She’s never imagined loving again, but now working on a tiny patient with Max stirs buried feelings... Can a miracle in Maternity reunite them in time for Christmas?
Dear Reader (#ulink_0ff2e72e-130b-5cf9-9a31-bab864317b87),
Have you ever wanted something so badly that it consumes your every waking thought? And yet that very same desire ends up causing unimaginable pain?
Annabelle Brookes finds herself facing a tragic cycle of hope and grief as she tries time and time again to carry a child to term. Those failed attempts finally affect her health and her relationship with her husband. When he finally puts his foot down and says, ‘No more,’ she is devastated. So devastated that she pushes him away.
Years later Annabelle comes face to face with the man she once loved. All the emotions she thought long-dead are resurrected, and she has to decide once and for all what the important things in life are. Only this is Christmas, the season of miracles, when nothing is carved in stone.
Thank you for joining Max and Annabelle as they struggle to let go of the pain of the past. And maybe—just maybe—they’ll discover something more tucked among the tinsel and the holiday lights. I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I loved writing it!
Love,
Tina Beckett
The Nurse’s Christmas Gift
Tina Beckett
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Three-times Golden Heart
finalist TINA BECKETT learned to pack her suitcases almost before she learned to read. Born to a military family, she has lived in the United States, Puerto Rico, Portugal and Brazil. In addition to travelling, Tina loves to cuddle with her pug, Alex, spend time with her family, and hit the trails on her horse. Learn more about Tina from her website, or ‘friend’ her on Facebook.
Books by Tina Beckett
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
The Hollywood Hills ClinicWinning Back His Doctor Bride
Midwives On-Call at ChristmasPlayboy Doc’s Mistletoe Kiss
To Play with Fire
His Girl From Nowhere
How to Find a Man in Five Dates
The Soldier She Could Never Forget
Her Playboy’s Secret
Hot Doc from Her Past
A Daddy for Her Daughter
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk) for more titles.
To my kids, who are always willing to give me space—and time—when I’m under deadline. I love you!
Contents
Cover (#u5db1a4a2-0090-5492-a2b6-9d82c0aa1c0b)
Back Cover Text (#ua3e4d480-d989-580a-b566-2e565e9c55a9)
Dear Reader (#ulink_353dc2cd-3c17-526a-9bc9-0f72fc30a387)
Title Page (#ue6445c48-745e-5c12-b89d-8c0548d633a4)
About the Author (#u1840ccad-dfb7-57f9-a3cf-92d26b5d9470)
Dedication (#u7bdf7ba5-48a5-5a9f-b6ef-dd247b6d579c)
CHAPTER ONE (#u43d1c03a-ed93-5096-b439-c2162d446bb9)
CHAPTER TWO (#uc83da058-9e23-5b54-9601-4c71b76f80e6)
CHAPTER THREE (#u525cd4f5-7f5b-56d7-b15c-0e72338980ef)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ub987bbb6-ec4a-57c4-be56-3d566b82e64f)
MAX AINSLEY WAS happy to be back on familiar soil.
Opening the door to his new cottage in a brand-new city, he hefted his duffel bag and tossed it over his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he found inside. Six months was too long; the days and nights spent helping displaced children in war-ravaged North Africa had eaten into his soul—one painful bite at a time. Trying to meet each desperate need had drained his emotional bank account until there was nothing left. He’d needed to come back to recharge and decide what he wanted to do next.
What better season than winter? The icy weather and the festive lights of the approaching holiday should help him push aside the thoughts of what he hadn’t been able to accomplish on this trip. At least he hoped so.
Three years of running from his past had changed nothing. Maybe it was time to start living in the present. To sign the papers he’d left behind and to finally let go of the past once and for all.
Shedding his parka and throwing his belongings onto a nearby leather sofa with a sigh, he surveyed the place. With its white-painted walls and comfortable furniture, it wasn’t huge or fancy, but it was big enough for a landing place, at least until he could figure out where he wanted to park his butt for the long haul. Sienna McDonald had sent pictures of several possibilities that were just a short distance from the hospital, and he’d settled on this one, the cottage’s quaint one-bedroom floor plan made more attractive by the small private garden off the back. This was the place.
He could finally sell his flat back in London.
And maybe it was time to call his solicitor and have him complete the process—to cut any remaining ties with a certain dark period in his life.
He spied a piece of paper on the table in the dining room and stiffened, before he realised it couldn’t be from her. She had no idea where he was right now. And she hadn’t tried to find him over the last couple of years. At least not that he knew of.
Wandering over to the note, he placed a finger on the pink stationery and cocked his head as he made out the cheerful words.
‘Welcome to Cheltenham and to Teddy’s! I’ve put some milk, cheese and cold meat in the fridge, and there is bread and sweets in the cupboard along with some other staples to help get you started. The boiler is lit, instructions are on the unit. I hope you’re ready to work, because I am more than ready for a rest!’
She’d signed her name with a flourish at the end.
Sweets, eh? That made him smile. But he was glad for the boiler, as snow was expected to hit any day and the temperatures had been steadily dropping. His body was still trying to adjust to the chill after all those months dealing with the hot temperatures of Sudan.
He was due at Teddy’s in the morning to start his contract, replacing Sienna McDonald when she went on maternity leave. She’d sent him a letter as he was packing for the flight telling him to get ready for a wild ride. There was a winter virus running through the halls of the hospital, affecting patients and staff alike. They were short-staffed and overworked.
He was ready. Anything to keep his mind off his previous life.
And the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Sienna would be there to show him the ropes, and Max would have time to adjust to being back in a modern hospital, where day-to-day life was not always a life and death struggle.
Well, that was not entirely true. In the world of paediatric cardiothoracic medicine, things were often about life and death, but they were caused by the battle raging within the person’s body, not the cruel deeds done by one human against another. And with Doctors Without Borders, he had seen his share of war and the horrific results of it.
His mind headed to a darker place, and Max forced it back to the mundane tasks he had to accomplish before his first shift tomorrow morning: shave the scruff of several weeks off his face, unpack, hunt down a vehicle to use.
With that in mind, he headed to the refrigerator to find something to eat. And then he would face the day, and hopefully get ready to face his future...and his first step towards banishing the past, once and for all.
* * *
Annabelle Brookes couldn’t believe how crowded the ward was. All the beds were full, and patients were seemingly crammed into every nook and cranny. The winter virus was not only sending people flooding into the hospital, but it was sending staff flooding out—multiple nurses and doctors had all become ill over the past several days. So far she had steered clear of its path, but who knew how long that would hold? She was frankly exhausted and, with six hours left to her shift, she was sure she would be dead on her feet by the time she headed home.
Despite it all, she was glad Ella O’Brien had pestered her until she’d agreed to come to Cheltenham a year ago. Maybe because her friend had recognised the signs of depression and the deadly spiral her life had taken after her husband had left for parts unknown. Whatever it had been, Annabelle felt she was finally getting her life back under control. She had Ella to thank for that. And for helping her land this plum position.
Head neonatal nurse was a dream come true for her. She might not be able to have children of her own, but she was happy to be able to rock, hold and treat other people’s babies all day long. Working at the same hospital as her midwife friend also meant there was plenty of time for girlie outings and things to take her mind off her own problems.
She let her fingers run across a draping of tinsel against a doorway as she went by, the cool slide of glittery metal helping relax her frazzled nerves.
Tucking a strand of hair back into the plait that ran halfway down her back, she dodged people and patients alike as she made her way towards the nursery and her next patient: Baby Doe, aka Baby Hope.
The baby had been abandoned by her mother—who was little more than a baby herself—and Annabelle felt a special affinity with this tiny creature. After all, hadn’t Annabelle been dumped by the person who should have loved her the most but left her languishing with a broken heart? No. Actually, Annabelle had done the dumping, but her heart had still splintered into pieces.
Baby Hope’s heart was literally broken, whereas Annabelle’s was merely...
She stiffened her jaw. No. Her heart was just fine, thank you very much.
Was that why that paperwork was still sitting on a shelf gathering dust? And it was too. Annabelle had cleaned around the beige envelope over the past couple of years, but hadn’t been able to bring herself to touch it, much less open it and read the contents. Because she already knew what they said. She had been the one to do the filing.
But Max had never responded. Or sent his signed copy back to her solicitor.
And if he had? What then?
She had no idea.
As she rounded the nurses’ station to check the schedule and see what other cases she’d been assigned for the day, the phone rang. A nurse sitting behind the desk picked up the phone, waving at her as she answered the call.
‘Baby Doe? Oh, yes, Annabelle just arrived. I’ll send her in.’ She set the phone down.
Maybe the first order of business after her divorce should be to officially get rid of her married name. It still hurt to have it attached to her, even though she no longer went by Annabelle Ainsley.
‘Miss McDonald and her replacement are doing rounds and are ready to examine the baby. Do you mind filling them in on what’s happened over the last few hours?’
‘On my way.’ Annabelle had already been headed towards the glass window that made up the viewing area of the special care baby unit, so it was perfect timing. Arriving on the floor, she spotted a heavily pregnant Sienna McDonald ducking into the room. The neonatal cardiothoracic surgeon had been overseeing Baby Doe’s care as they waited for an available heart for the sick infant. Another man, wearing a lab coat and sporting dark washed jeans, went in behind Sienna. She could only catch a glimpse of a strong back and thick black hair, but something inside her took a funny little turn at the familiar way the man moved.
Shaking her head to clear it, she reached the door a few seconds later and slid inside.
She headed towards the baby’s cot, finding Sienna and the other doctor—their backs to her—hovering over it.
About to step around to the other side, the stranger raised the top of the unit. ‘Her colour doesn’t look good.’
Annabelle stifled a gasp, stopping in her tracks for several horrified seconds. She lifted her eyes and stared at the man’s back.
That voice.
Those gruff masculine tones were definitely not the feminine Scottish lilt belonging to Sienna, that was for sure. This had to be Sienna’s replacement. Had she actually seen the name of the new doctor written somewhere? She didn’t think so, but she was beginning to think she should have paid more attention.
She swallowed down the ball of bile before the pressure built to dangerous levels.
The new doctor spoke again. ‘What’s her diagnosis?’
The ball in Annabelle’s throat popped back into place with a vengeance.
It couldn’t be.
Sienna glanced over at him. ‘Hypoplastic left heart syndrome. She’s waiting on a donor heart.’
The other doctor’s dark head bent as he examined the baby. ‘How far down is she on the list?’
‘Far enough that we’re all worried. Especially Annabelle Brookes—you’ll meet her soon. She’s the nurse who’s been with our little patient from the time she was born.’
