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The Playboy Doctor
Sarah Morgan
He wasn't her type!Hard-working and dedicated Dr. Joanna Weston was everything she believed a frivolous playboy like her new locum, Seb Macaulay, wasn't. Every woman he met adored him, and Joanna was frostily determined to be the exception.How wrong could she have been?Little by little, Seb's warmth broke down Joanna's protective barriers and she began to fall in love with the man and the doctor she never truly knew. But Joanna was intensely vulnerable, and someone as devastatingly gorgeous as Seb could easily break her heart…
‘Are you serious? You really want to have dinner with me?’
He frowned slightly. ‘Why else would I ask you?’
She swallowed. ‘For a joke?’
There was a long silence, and then he lifted a finger and touched her cheek gently.
‘Someone did treat you badly, didn’t they?’ His blue eyes searched hers for a long moment. ‘Well, just for the record, I don’t make jokes like that. And, yes, I do really want to have dinner with you.’
‘I’m going for a shower.’ She determinedly turned on her heel.
‘Fifteen minutes,’ he called after her, his voice firm and very male. ‘You have fifteen minutes to get ready or I’m taking you out as you are.’
She looked back, one eyebrow raised. ‘Caveman tactics, Dr Macaulay?’
He grinned. ‘Whatever it takes, Dr Weston. Whatever it takes.’
Sarah Morgan trained as a nurse and has since worked in a variety of health-related jobs. Married to a gorgeous businessman who still makes her knees knock, she spends most of her time trying to keep up with their two little boys but manages to sneak off occasionally to indulge her passion for writing romance. Sarah loves outdoor life and is an enthusiastic skier and walker. Whatever she is doing, her head is always full of new characters, and she is addicted to happy endings.
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The Playboy Doctor
Sarah Morgan
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
CONTENTS
Chapter One (#u282911a4-69ad-5770-9f4d-9afd3f49ec0f)
Chapter Two (#u70fd02c8-b0de-5bee-858d-c653ab4c8ab2)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE
JOANNA WESTON pulled up outside a row of small, terraced cottages and switched off the car engine.
She felt exhausted. Totally and utterly exhausted. Her head was thumping and her eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep. Even blinking seemed to require a monumental effort.
To cap it all, she’d turned on the car radio in time to hear the weather forecaster cheerfully announce that it was the hottest June on record and the sun beating down relentlessly through the windows of her car just increased her drowsiness.
For a brief moment her eyes closed and she struggled against the overwhelming desire to sleep. She didn’t have time to sleep. Not yet. Maybe tonight, if she was really lucky and everyone managed to stay healthy until the morning...
In the meantime, she had one more house call to make and then a busy evening surgery.
Forcing her aching, complaining body into action, she climbed out of the car and walked down the path towards the house at the end of the row.
The door opened before she’d had a chance to knock and she smiled at the old lady standing in the doorway.
‘Hello, Alice. Sorry I’m a bit late. I had more calls than usual. How’s that chest of yours?’
‘It’s much better.’ Alice James stood to one side to let Joanna in, gesturing towards the kitchen. ‘The kettle’s just boiled and you look as though you’re in need of some sustenance. Come and sit down.’
Sit down?
It was tempting, but Joanna had a suspicion that if she sat down she might never get up again.
‘I shouldn’t really.’ She glanced at her watch doubtfully. ‘Surgery starts in half an hour and I don’t want to be late.’
Alice ignored her and spooned tea into a large blue teapot. ‘The people in this village will be more than happy to wait an extra five minutes. We all know that you’re working far too hard at the moment. I gather you were up half the night with Ted Rawlings...’
Joanna looked at her in astonishment as she put her bag down by the table. ‘How did you know that?’
‘I heard it from Doris in the newsagent.’ Alice added boiling water to the tea. ‘And she heard it from Geoff Forrest, the postman, whose mother lives next door to Ted and saw the ambulance in the night.’
Joanna gaped at her, temporarily speechless. She’d lived in this small, rural community for three years now and she was still surprised by the speed with which news travelled.
‘Is anything ever private around here?’
‘Not much.’ Alice put the teapot in the middle of the scrubbed kitchen table and reached for two bone china cups. ‘And you should be thankful for that. It was Geoff’s mother who called you because she heard Ted moaning through the wall and was worried. If she hadn’t, goodness knows what might have happened. So how is he now?’
‘You mean to tell me that the jungle drums haven’t given you the answer to that one yet?’ Joanna’s tone was dry. ‘You know I can’t discuss other patients with you, Alice. I’m probably the only person in the village who can’t.’ She reached into her bag and pulled out a stethoscope. ‘Now, stop gossiping and let me listen to that chest of yours.’
Alice unbuttoned her blouse and made a tutting noise. ‘You’re not in London now, young lady. This is rural Devon, remember? It’s not about gossiping. It’s about being neighbourly. We all know everyone else’s business here. You’ve been around long enough to know that. If you won’t tell me what’s going on then there’s other folks that will.’
‘I’m sure they will, Alice,’ Joanna said calmly, placing her stethoscope on the woman’s chest, ‘so there’s no need for you to put me on the spot. Anyway, I don’t know why you’re asking me. I seem to know less than anyone around here. I’m only the doctor. Deep breath in for me...and again... Great. Now, your back...’
She examined the old lady carefully and then unhooked the stethoscope and tucked it back into her bag. ‘Well, that sounds a lot healthier than last time. Your chest is clear.’
‘And about time! I seem to have been coughing for the whole winter and most of the spring, too.’ Alice buttoned up her blouse and poured the tea.
Joanna looked at the steaming cup longingly and wrestled with her conscience. ‘I haven’t really got time for this, Alice...’
‘Nonsense. You need a break after the week you’ve had,’ Alice said briskly. ‘Doris and I were talking about it only yesterday, and according to our calculations you haven’t had an undisturbed night’s sleep for two weeks! On Monday it was poor old Chris Rogers, then on Tuesday you were up with the little Blake twins, on Wednesday you—’
‘Are you having me followed?’ Joanna sank onto one of the kitchen chairs and started to laugh. ‘You and Doris know more about my life than I do! If I ever forget where I’m meant to be, I’ll give you a ring.’
‘You may laugh, but that’s what a community is all about,’ Alice said firmly, opening a large cake tin and picking up a knife. ‘Keeping an eye out for each other. Talking of which, we’re all terribly worried about Paula and Nick since the accident.’
‘Accident?’ Joanna stared at her. ‘What accident?’
Alice sighed. ‘That precious little dog of theirs was killed on the road yesterday. He slipped his lead apparently and there was nothing Paula could do.’
‘Oh, no.’ Joanna felt a rush of sadness. She knew just how much that dog had meant to Paula. ‘Alice, that’s awful news.’
‘Yes.’ Alice nodded agreement and lifted the cake out of the tin. ‘They adored that dog.’
‘I know,’ Joanna said gruffly, making a mental note to call on the family to check on them. She knew that they’d be feeling totally bereft.
‘Anyway, enough of our problems,’ Alice said briskly, pushing Joanna’s cup towards her to remind her to drink it. ‘It’s you we’re all worried about.’
‘Me?’ Joanna looked startled, and Alice nodded.
‘Yes, you. Doris and I have decided that it’s time we all looked out for you a bit more. You’ve been working all hours since Dr Mills went off to Australia, leaving you to cope on your own. You look shattered, pet.’
‘Well, I am a bit tired,’ Joanna admitted, giving a wry smile as she listened to herself. A bit tired? That had to classify as the understatement of the year! The truth was that she felt so weary she could barely stay upright...
Alice cut two large wedges of chocolate cake and passed Joanna a slice. ‘You’re overworked, Dr Weston, and we all know it. There are too many patients here for one doctor. It isn’t right that you’ve been left to cope on your own. Dr Mills is the senior partner. He had a responsibility to check that you were all right before he took himself off.’
‘Alice, I can’t possibly eat all that,’ Joanna protested weakly as she stared at the huge piece of cake in front of her. ‘I’ll pop. And Dr Mills didn’t just take himself off—he arranged a locum to cover while he visited his son in Australia. He didn’t know there was going to be an emergency and that he’d end up staying. He only booked the locum for two weeks because he only planned to stay that long.’
And a total waste of space that locum had been, too! Alice obviously agreed if her derisive snort was anything to go by.
‘Him?’ Alice’s mouth tightened disapprovingly. ‘If he’d spent less time on the beach, surfing, and more time doing surgeries, you might have lost those dark circles around your eyes.’
Joanna didn’t even bother trying to defend him. Alice was right. The man had been almost useless.
‘Yes, well, he’s gone now.’ She took a bite of cake and gave a moan of pleasure. ‘Oh, Alice, this is sublime. You must give me the recipe.’
‘And when do you have time to cook?’ Alice handed her a cup of tea. ‘Now you’re without a locum, I shouldn’t think you have time to breathe, let alone cook. Are you eating properly?’
Joanna smothered a grin, thinking that Alice sounded more like her mother than her patient.
‘Of course I’m eating properly,’ she lied, pushing aside a mental vision of her empty fridge at home. The truth was she hadn’t had time to think about food.
‘Humph!’ Alice’s frown showed that she wasn’t convinced. ‘Well, the first thing to do is get you some help. Any sign of a replacement for Dr Wetsuit?’
Joanna laughed out loud at the nickname, knowing it was well deserved. The locum had spent every available minute surfing and had been next to useless as a temporary partner in the practice.
‘To answer your question, yes, I am getting a replacement. Dr Mills phoned me last night to tell me he’d found another doctor to help me out until he can come home.’
Alice frowned and poured another cup of tea. ‘And when’s that going to be? The man’s worked in this practice for thirty years and he’s never been away for more than a week at a time!’
‘These are exceptional circumstances,’ Joanna reminded her gently. ‘His new grandchild arrived early. You can hardly expect him to come dashing home. His priority now is his son and their new baby. They need him.’
Joanna knew how worried the senior partner was about his new grandson. The last thing on his mind was returning to England.
‘I know and I’m not blaming him.’ Alice sighed. ‘Poor Dr Mills. And poor Mrs Mills! Nancy must be terribly worried about it all. This was their dream trip—a visit to their son and his family in Australia. No one imagined that Melissa would have the baby early.’
‘No, it was a terrible shock,’ Joanna agreed, removing a cake crumb from her lap. ‘But in a way it was a good job it happened while they were there. If Dr Mills hadn’t been there, who would have looked after little Harry while his parents were at the hospital? He’s only two, remember, and having the grandparents there has at least meant that Melissa and Sam can concentrate on the new baby without having to worry about him.’
‘And how is the little scrap?’ Alice sipped her tea. ‘Any news?’
Joanna shook her head. ‘Not since last week. But he wasn’t too well last time I spoke to them. Twenty-seven weeks is very premature. He’s got all sorts of problems, but hopefully he’ll fight back.’
‘Yes, well, if he’s anything like his father he certainly will. Sam was always a plucky one,’ Alice said, her eyes shining with memories. ‘I remember him as a toddler, scrambling up the valley, playing in the river, running over the moor...’ She gave a sniff. ‘Crying shame they moved to Australia. It’s too far away if you ask me.’
‘He was offered a good job,’ Joanna said, finishing her tea and glancing at her watch as she stood up.
‘Humph! With a law firm? He should have been a doctor. Followed in his father’s footsteps.’ Alice stood up too and patted Joanna’s arm. ‘Mind you, then we wouldn’t have had you as our doctor and that would have been a great pity. You’re a very kind, very warm person, Dr Weston, and the best thing that has happened to this community for a long time.’
‘Oh, Alice...’ Joanna blushed and bit her lip, totally flustered by the praise. ‘You’re talking rubbish.’
‘Not at all,’ Alice said calmly. ‘I’m just repeating what other folks are saying. Now, have some more cake.’
Joanna declined quickly. ‘It was delicious but I couldn’t possibly! I’ll be the size of a house.’
‘You? I don’t think so somehow.’ Alice squinted at her. ‘You’ve got a lovely figure, dear, although if anything I’d say you’ve lost some weight lately.’
Courtesy of the empty fridge, Joanna thought wryly.
Impulsively she stooped to hug the old lady. ‘Thank you for the tea and cake, Alice. I’ll see you soon. Call me if you have any problems.’
She turned and walked towards the door and Alice followed her.
‘So who is this new locum that Dr Mills has arranged? When is he starting?’
‘He’s meant to be arriving tonight,’ Joanna told her, shifting her bag into her other hand as she reached to open the front door. ‘As for who he is, I have no idea. I didn’t ask. Dr Mills just said that he was a friend of the family and very well qualified.’
She didn’t really care who he was as long as he didn’t mind hard work.
