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Gold Coast Angels: Bundle of Trouble
Fiona Lowe
Top-notch plastic surgeon Luke Stanley left Gold Coast City Hospital a proud family man – and returned from his vacation a widowed single father. Now Nurse Chloe Kefes is the only one brave enough to get close to the darkly brooding Luke.Chloe has been through much in life herself, and knows falling for Luke and little Amber is asking for a bundle of trouble.But if she can help bring that laughing, easy-going man back, perhaps Chloe can bring the sparkle into all their lives again.
Dear Reader
Almost everyone in Australia would associate the Gold Coast, Queensland, with theme parks, beaches, holidays and fun. Everyone except, of course, the people who live there. For them it’s just home. They get to enjoy the lovely beaches and the tranquillity of the rainforest in their own back gardens. Last year, when I was at a conference of romance writers on the Gold Coast, I wondered what it would be like to live in a tourist town—because everyday life isn’t vacation…it’s everyday life! How often do the residents get to the beach or the rainforest?
So, when my editor asked me if I would like to be part of the Gold Coast Angels series, I leaped at the chance—because this was my opportunity to explore living and working in a place that ticked 24/7 with a holiday vibe but was still home to so many people.
Chloe hasn’t really ever had a vacation, even though she’s lived on the Gold Coast for a decade. She’s been too busy supporting her brother Nick and getting her own life back together after being abandoned by her parents at sixteen. Now she’s just turned thirty, and she’s reflecting on her life and where it’s headed. Have the sacrifices she’s been forced to make been worth it?
Luke loved the casual Gold Coast lifestyle in the huge house on the canal that he shared with his wife and daughter, but one moment in time stole all that from him. Now he’s living in a town known for its fun, and yet he’s cloaked in sadness and not able to see a way out of it.
I hope you enjoy Chloe and Luke’s story, set against the backdrop of sun, surf and life lived to the full, and seeing how they manage against the odds to find their place in it and each other.
For photos of the Gold Coast, and tourist information to help you plan your next vacation, head over to my website: www.fionalowe.com. I love to hear from my readers, and you can find me on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, my website and blog, or e-mail me at fiona@fionalowe.com
Happy reading!
Fiona x
Always an avid reader, FIONA LOWE decided to combine her love of romance with her interest in all things medical, so writing Mills & Boon
Medical Romance
was an obvious choice! She lives in a seaside town in southern Australia, where she juggles writing, reading, working and raising two gorgeous sons with the support of her own real-life hero!
Gold Coast Angels:
Bundle of Trouble
Fiona Lowe
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
DEDICATION (#u11856596-3bc0-5cc5-bc21-e7f36d15b9bb)
To Kath for sharing her story
and to Christine for telling it.
Wishing you both good health and happiness.
Table of Contents
Cover (#u8156c16d-8250-5b79-bc8b-e98840c0a218)
About the Author (#uf594338f-0bf0-5088-9a33-a654a392b256)
Title Page (#ucf2614a8-f064-5f2c-9cc3-ec88847e109a)
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u11856596-3bc0-5cc5-bc21-e7f36d15b9bb)
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’
The cheers rained over Chloe Kefes and she didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, cry or run. Truth be told, she wanted to do all three as she stared in shocked surprise at the smiling faces of her colleagues.
Somehow she managed to get her legs to move and as she stepped forward into the meeting room, the staff enthusiastically rushed her with balloons and hugs before pressing a polystyrene cup containing a small drop of champagne into her hand. So much for this being a vital patient review meeting on the busy Gold Coast City Hospital’s plastic surgery ward—instead it was a well-meant ambush.
‘To Chloe.’ They raised their cups.
‘Many happy returns, Clo.’
‘Have a good one.’
Her shoulders were squeezed, she was patted on the back, and her arm was pummelled with birthday bumps as half the room—the afternoon shift—rushed past her, dashing back to work.
‘Don’t let Richard eat all the Tim Tams,’ Julie, the radiographer, called out over her shoulder.
Their departure left behind the now off-duty day staff, which comprised a student nurse, a medical student and the plastics registrar, Richard, who had a reputation for eating all the chocolates.
Chloe finally found her voice. ‘Oh, you guys, you didn’t have to do this.’ Really, I wish you hadn’t.
Keri Letterman, the unit nurse manager, gave her a wide smile. ‘You didn’t think we’d let the big three-oh go past without acknowledging it, now, did you?’
‘Wow,’ muttered the barely twenty-year-old student nurse to the twenty-one-year-old med student, ‘I didn’t think she was that old.’
Chloe tried to give the bright and breezy smile she was known for but, despite her very best attempt, her ‘I guess not’ came out a tad strangled.
Up until a few minutes ago she’d really thought she’d managed to slip under the birthday police’s radar, otherwise known as Keri and Kate. Given the fuss they’d made of Lizzie, the ward clerk, on her fiftieth birthday, Chloe probably should have known better. Except that, unlike the rest of the staff, she hadn’t spent the preceding days giving a birthday countdown to anyone who’d listen.
In fact, she hadn’t told anyone it was her birthday and she certainly hadn’t told them it was the dreaded thirtieth.
‘Lucky for you,’ Keri continued, ‘I met Nick, Lucy and those gorgeous twins in the cafeteria and they told me it was your special day. If we were depending on you to tell us, we’d never have known.’
That was the general idea. ‘Who needs enemies when you’ve got a big brother, right?’ Chloe joked, hearing the slight criticism in her boss’s voice. She worked on letting it slide over her. Unlike many of her colleagues, she didn’t bring her private life to work—mostly because she didn’t have one.
Instead, she chatted about her new apartment with the sea view—a ten-centimetre glimpse of the ocean from her kitchen sink—her bushwalks in the rainforest hinterland around Mt Warning, and her latest adventures with sea kayaking. All of it kept the conversation firmly off the very personal.
Her reticence to share stemmed from experience. She’d learned a long time ago that the more you told people about your life, the more questions they asked, and she was only prepared to talk about the last couple of years. Any further back didn’t bear thinking about.
‘So what did you get for your birthday, Chloe?’ Richard asked, licking chocolate off his fingers.
She slid a photo out of her pocket and metaphorically crossed her fingers that the sheer cuteness factor of the photo would forestall the inevitable comments. ‘Chester.’
‘Oh, my God! He’s just like the puppy on the toilet-paper ads,’ Kate, a fellow nurse, gushed. ‘How old is he?’
‘Eight weeks.’
‘That’s little.’ Kate frowned. ‘Who’s looking after him while you’re at work?’
‘He’s at doggie daycare.’
‘Doggie daycare?’ Richard rolled his eyes. ‘Showing us photos of a dog is a sure sign you need a man and a baby.’
Chloe tried unsuccessfully not to let his words slap her. Richard was a congenial guy who had no idea his off-the-cuff comment encapsulated everything she wanted in her life but could never have. ‘Dogs are so much easier,’ she tried to quip lightly, ‘and, unlike you, my puppy will eventually be house-trained.’
Richard laughed good-naturedly as his pager beeped. Grabbing the last two Tim Tams before Kate could stop him, he called the students to follow him and he left with a wicked grin.
Keri looked at the photo of Chester. ‘He is cute. Did I show you the photo of Tahlia dressed up as a cat?’
‘You did.’ Chloe tried to stop the smile on her face from freezing. She’d seen every photo of Tahlia from a wet, slippery newborn on her mother’s chest right up to the most recent ones taken on her second birthday. Keri, like most proud parents, loved to spread her mother joy around, sharing every milestone with anyone and everyone who would listen. If they didn’t want to listen, she told them anyway.
‘Jack’s off his training wheels.’ Kate pulled out her phone and brought up a photo of her second son.
‘He looks so grown up,’ Keri said.
‘I know, right? I remember the day he took his first step and now he’s six and riding his own bike.’ Kate scrolled to another photo. ‘Chloe, you have to see this one.’
‘Lovely,’ Chloe said faintly. Chester’s photo was supposed to be her weapon against this sort of thing but instead the cuteness of the puppy seemed to be reminding everyone else that their children were cute too.
‘You okay, Chloe?’ Keri asked
She renewed her smile, putting extra wattage into it. ‘Fine, why?’
‘You’re shredding the rim of your cup.’
‘I must need more champagne, then.’ She picked up the bottle and sloshed in more of the straw-coloured liquid before gulping it down.
Kate held out her cup for a refill. ‘What are your plans for tonight?’
A walk along the beach with Chester, followed by take-out Indian and then tucking up in bed and watching all four hours of North and South. Only Kate, who was married with young kids and had rose-coloured memories of being single, would be horrified at the thought. ‘I’m hitting The Bedroom with some friends.’ It wasn’t strictly a lie.
Kate’s eyes lit up. ‘Oh, I remember nightclubs. Good for you, Chloe.’
‘I bet Nick and Lucy have plans to spoil you,’ Keri said as she started to tidy up the remains of the food.
She thought of her wonderful and loving brother, who’d been her sole supporter since she was sixteen. They’d been through a huge amount together and their joint determination to succeed had kept the other going during the tougher times.
Nick’s recent marriage was wonderful and she’d been thrilled he’d found such a supportive life partner in Lucy but, as expected, the wedding and the arrival of the twins had changed things between them. His focus was now on his wife and children, not his sister, which was right and proper—and as much as she loved the twins she found it excruciatingly hard to be around them. All of it meant there were times she missed Nick very much.
‘Nick organised for Café Sunset to open at six and we ate breakfast watching the sunrise—’
‘Sorry to interrupt the party.’
Chloe swung around at the deep and slightly disdainful voice that didn’t sound sorry at all.
‘Luke?’ Keri squealed with delight, and rushed forward, hugging him hard.
His body stiffened and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was seeking a way to endure the affection.
Chloe blinked and then gave her glasses a surreptitious polish and took another look. Was this gaunt man with a spray of silver at his temples really Luke Stanley? The eminent plastic surgeon who was known for his good humour and easygoing manner? She scanned her memory, barely recognising him.
She didn’t know him personally—in fact she’d only ever had one brief encounter with him and that had been well over a year ago. Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. It had been her first day on the ward.
Due to her age, everyone had assumed she’d been nursing for years, but her education had been truncated at sixteen and it had taken her a few years to return to study. Graduating from university at twenty-eight had meant she’d had to work doubly hard to appear totally competent compared with the younger nurses for whom other staff members automatically made allowances on account of their youth and inexperience.
With that in mind, back on her first day she’d been busy concentrating on preparing a dressing pack by a patient’s bed, readying to check the skin edges, where his finger had been stitched back in place. As she had been mentally checking off all the items she required, she’d suddenly heard a deep and booming voice behind her saying, ‘Hello, Mr Benjamin.’
Startled, she’d swung around fast, completely forgetting she’d been holding an open container of iodine. The sudden movement had propelled the brown liquid out of the bottle, sending it flying up into the air where it had paused for a perilous moment—mocking her and her total lack of control over its trajectory. Gravity had pulled it down fast and it had landed on Mr Stanley, plastic surgeon, and, to all intents and purposes, her new boss.
As the indelible dark stain had oozed down his striped shirt, his crystal-clear green eyes had widened in surprise.
‘Oh, God, I’m s-so s-sorry,’ she stammered. ‘Of course I’ll replace it.’ Juggling this month’s bills to pay for what was probably a two-hundred-dollar shirt would involve robbing Peter to pay Paul—otherwise known as raiding her car fund yet again.
He raised his head—his neatly clipped and styled jet-black curls barely moving—and he smiled. ‘This is the third hit this shirt’s taken today. My wife frowns whenever I wear it as apparently it’s not my colour and I shouldn’t be trusted to shop alone,’ he said with good humour. ‘My baby daughter added her opinion by sicking up on it this morning just as I was racing out the door, and now this. I think you may have done me a favour…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.’
‘Kefes. Chloe Kefes. I’m new today.’
