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The Nurse's Pregnancy Miracle
Ann McIntosh
She’s expecting a baby……but not to meet her Mr Right!After leaving her cheating ex, nurse Nychelle Cory decides to have the baby she’s always wanted through IVF. As she’s determined to raise her child alone she must ignore her inconvenient attraction to gorgeous colleague Dr David Warmington. Especially as David has his own reasons for not wanting a family. But could Nychelle’s long-awaited miracle help heal them both?
She’s expecting a baby...
...but not to meet her Mr. Right!
After leaving her cheating ex, nurse Nychelle Cory decided to have the baby she’s always wanted through IVF. As she’s determined to raise her child alone, she must ignore her inconvenient attraction to gorgeous colleague Dr. David Warmington. Especially as David has his own reasons for not wanting a family. But could Nychelle’s long-awaited miracle help heal them both?
ANN MCINTOSH was born in the tropics, lived in the frozen north for a number of years, and now resides in sunny central Florida with her husband. She’s a proud mama to three grown children, loves tea, crafting, animals (except reptiles!), bacon and the ocean. She believes in the power of romance to heal, inspire and provide hope in our complex world.
The Nurse’s Pregnancy Miracle
is Ann McIntosh’s debut title
Look out for more books from Ann McIntosh
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The Nurse’s Pregnancy Miracle
Ann McIntosh
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07534-3
THE NURSE’S PREGNANCY MIRACLE
© 2018 Ann McIntosh
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is dedicated to my late mother, Helen Delvaillé,
a voracious Harlequin/Mills & Boon reader.
I think she’d be happy to see my book
printed by her favourite publisher,
although she’d probably just deadpan, ‘Oh, good.’
Not all romantics are effusive!
Contents
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About the Author (#u7d24b6c4-7c64-51ab-ba6a-8cba7a2ffe41)
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Title Page (#u259427f8-018e-5994-8939-5bef8d86c51a)
Copyright (#ub4a8955a-03dc-54b6-bf87-d86afa3e6b41)
Dedication (#ud0d1227a-784d-51bd-8379-1e07dcc9014b)
CHAPTER ONE (#u512cac98-afb6-527c-934f-10595cbe10ba)
CHAPTER TWO (#u598dbd16-834e-5b3d-a0e7-121f8b57342c)
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CHAPTER ONE (#u47f5c9c0-5d69-5c82-bdcc-48d1419d19b0)
WALKING BRISKLY THROUGH the waiting area of the Lauderlakes Family Medical Center, Nychelle Cory scanned the room, once more noting the contrast between the opulent surroundings and the rather squalid interior of the inner-city clinic she’d worked at up until just a couple of years before.
The marble flooring and the crystal chandelier, hung precisely beneath the domed skylight, wouldn’t be out of place in a grand home. Instead of the standard faux leather seating typical of medical clinics, comfortable upholstered chairs and love seats were arranged in small clusters around antique side tables. Every inch of the place was designed to give the illusion of being a luxurious hotel lobby, perhaps in the hope of helping people forget they were waiting to see a doctor.
Few people would understand but, oh, how she missed the hustle and near chaos of working at the low-cost clinic. So rewarding, helping those that others often forgot. But she’d known from the moment she took the job there that, financially, it wouldn’t be enough to advance The Plan.
Funny to realize that was how she always thought of it—not as Plan A, or as a prospective life plan. Just The Plan, with caps and italics, the way she’d written it in her diary when she was just thirteen years old. Below that she’d listed what she wanted, and the list was pretty short.
Children. Three or four.
A job that lets me spend lots of time with them.
A nice husband who wants to spend time with the kids too.
Looking back on it, number three had been tacked on at the end, as if she’d already made up her mind that the husband wasn’t exactly a necessary part of the process.
That thought made her suppress a little snort of laughter. The Plan definitely hadn’t come about the way she’d initially thought it would, but she wasn’t complaining. In fact she’d go so far as to claim she had the best of all worlds.
Getting a plum job at Fort Lauderdale’s premier general care clinic was helping bring her dreams to fruition, yet money alone wouldn’t have lured her to Lauderlakes. Her need to help the less fortunate was strong, and luckily Dr. Hamatty, Lauderlakes’ founder, believed in giving back too, working with local charities to put on free clinics three times a year.
Not the same as being in the trenches all the time, but it helped give her altruistic nature much-needed satisfaction.
There were a handful of people scattered around the waiting area. Sitting close together on a love seat, phones in hand, were a young couple who looked as though they’d just stepped out from between the pages of a high-end travel magazine. In the play area, just visible behind a floor-to-ceiling, glass-paneled waterfall, a toddler laughed, the sound muted by the tinkle of water.
Nodding hello to her next patient—a stylish older lady seated in a club chair—Nychelle paused for a moment in front of the intake desk and transferred her attention to Gina, the receptionist, who gave one of her usual tight-lipped smiles.
“Glad to see you back.” Gina raised one perfectly groomed brow as she spoke quietly, the way they were all instructed to, so as to maintain the atmosphere. “Did you have a good vacation?”
“I wouldn’t call it a vacation.” Nychelle gave a quick shrug, even as her heart did that trip-hammer thing it kept doing every time she thought about her days off and what they could mean. “Just took some time to get some things done.”
Like undergo intrauterine insemination and then keep quiet for a few days to give my body the best chance to make a baby.
Thankfully her complexion was too dark to show the blush as heat rushed up from the neck of her silk shirt and the stylish lab coat covering it into her face. Keeping her expression neutral was so hard, but imperative. Despite Gina’s chic, cool appearance, the receptionist was a Class A gossip, highly effective in ferreting out any and all information others tried to keep from her. With just the slightest hint of anything out of the ordinary going on Gina would be off and running.
“Boring.” Gina drew the softly spoken word out until it was half a mile long, flipping a long curl of black hair over her shoulder for emphasis. “I was at the very least hoping to hear you’d gone to Jamaica.” The smile was a little more relaxed, a little more interrogatory. “The stories I’ve heard about your homeland and the men there...”
Nychelle couldn’t hold back a little gurgle of laughter as she took another look at the information on the tablet in her hand.
Katalina Ivanenko.
Sixty-two years old.
Routine wellness check, including follow-up on previous bone density test.
History of arthritis...
“The rumors of my countrymen’s decadence are highly exaggerated.” Then she couldn’t resist winking and adding a whispered, “Most of the time.”
When Gina hid a giggle behind her hand, a little spurt of relief at pulling the wool over the other woman’s eyes made Nychelle’s smile widen.
No one, with the exception of her cousin and best friend, Aliya, would know about the IUI before her pregnancy was a fait accompli. Most people wouldn’t get why, at just twenty-eight, she was going this route. They’d expect her to be dating, looking for a long-term relationship, as though she should and would want that. Nope. Not in the cards. The relationship she’d gotten out of two years before had shattered both her faith in her own instincts and her ability to trust any man’s intentions.
Then there were her medical issues, which would only make conception harder the longer she waited to try. This was the optimal time for her to get pregnant, while leaving herself room to try a few more times if she needed to, and she was grabbing the opportunity with both hands. It was what she’d planned and worked toward since Nick had dumped her, and she knew she was extremely lucky to be able, both emotionally and financially, to make this huge step alone.
The reception phone rang, distracting Gina, and Nychelle took the opportunity to turn away toward her patient.
“Oh!”
The sound was so unexpectedly loud in the hushed environment, so rife with pain and surprise, Nychelle instinctively turned toward its source.
The young woman on the love seat was bent over, in obvious distress, her hands pressed to her lower abdomen.
“Call Dr. Leeson.” Nychelle was already moving across the waiting area toward the couple as she threw the demand back over her shoulder to Gina.
“It’s okay, Gina. I’ve got it.”
The deep voice came from near the door leading to the clinic, and by the time Nychelle had stooped down beside the young woman Dr. David Warmington was coming up behind her.
Great.
No time to dwell on how unsettled Dr. Warmington made her, or to wonder if he was the right physician for the situation. The other nurses said his bedside manner was exemplary, in between singing his praises and panting over the man’s incredible good looks.
“He’s not bringing the warm,” Nancy, the nursing coordinator, had said with a laugh before he’d started. “He’s packing heat.”
Among the nurses the name stuck, and to hear them talk you’d think “Dr. Heat” was more enticing than free chocolate and a bottle of Chablis.
Secretly Nychelle agreed, but nothing would get her to admit it. She knew all too well the danger of handsome men—especially those able to somehow charm even the most hardened of nurses. They weren’t to be trusted, and were apt to use their looks to their own advantage and the disadvantage of others.
