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One Night With Dr Nikolaides
Annie O'Neil
One night……that could change her life for ever!In this Hot Greek Docs story, when an earthquake hits the Greek island of Mythelios, Nurse Cailey Tomaras rushes to help—only to encounter childhood crush Dr Theo Nikolaides! As the trauma fades they find comfort between the sheets… But when Cailey realises the consequences of that she must prove to lone wolf Theo that he’d make the perfect dad.
One night...
That could change her life forever!
In this Hot Greek Docs story, when an earthquake hits the Greek island of Mythelios, nurse Cailey Tomaras rushes to help—only to encounter childhood crush Dr. Theo Nikolaides! As the trauma fades, they find comfort between the sheets... But when Cailey realizes the consequences of that night, she must prove to lone wolf Theo that he’d make the perfect dad.
ANNIE O’NEIL spent most of her childhood with her leg draped over the family rocking chair and a book in her hand. Novels, baking, and writing too much teenage angst poetry ate up most of her youth. Now Annie splits her time between corralling her husband into helping her with their cows, baking, reading, barrel racing (not really!) and spending some very happy hours at her computer, writing.
Also by Annie O’Neil (#u80b8d17f-7762-5195-9b3c-1cf25de8300d)
Her Knight Under the Mistletoe
Reunited with Her Parisian Surgeon
Italian Royals miniseries
Tempted by the Bridesmaid
Claiming His Pregnant Princess
Hot Greek Docs collection
One Night with Dr NikolaidesTempted by Dr Patera by Tina Beckett
And look out for the next two books
Back in Dr Xenakis’ Arms by Amalie Berlin A Date with Dr Moustakas by Amy Ruttan Available July 2018
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk).
One Night with Dr Nikolaides
Annie O’Neil
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07513-8
ONE NIGHT WITH DR NIKOLAIDES
© 2018 Annie O’Neil
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Cover (#u21a2e9dc-ce6d-56cc-b68c-8dfa020f68bd)
Back Cover Text (#uc5557ca9-3f6c-5668-9691-9be4a3cdd718)
About the Author (#u299b996e-f2b8-58d8-88d9-4133828b4aca)
Booklist (#u7efe0a99-fe62-5026-89f6-ece8c9af85f3)
Title Page (#ucfcbaa74-81e3-52cc-b6d0-0945393d5085)
Copyright (#u881dea54-391f-5d88-a2e0-1c1548db6870)
Dedication (#u5a29e55c-3dcf-5b6f-8364-1e2a607b9768)
CHAPTER ONE (#u97b4e098-a9e3-5b2f-8a73-0527f5ee007e)
CHAPTER TWO (#uae7b5bf6-9b44-5bfa-9898-9e2c35201fc5)
CHAPTER THREE (#u4b45774d-c06f-5576-a6bb-8e2327170651)
CHAPTER FOUR (#udd88b494-e108-5b81-a599-582ecaecfb0f)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u3bf35521-734e-5274-ad30-2a4d7dfe1dc3)
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 ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#u80b8d17f-7762-5195-9b3c-1cf25de8300d)
THEO’S EYES FOLLOWED the wheeled supplies trolley as it rolled past the exam bed. The moan and creak of concrete against steel shot his senses to high alert.
When his fingers were unable to gain purchase on the delicate needle he’d been reaching for he knew what was happening.
“Up you come!” He pulled the little boy he’d been treating from the exam table to his chest, careful to mind his freshly sutured knee. “You too.” He beckoned for the boy’s mother to stand in the doorframe, grateful for the modern reinforced framework they’d insisted on for the clinic.
She stood frozen with fear. Pragmatism demanded he pull her close to him, certain it was the safest place to be. Earthquakes weren’t common in the Greek islands, but the archipelago had been subject to more than its fair share over the past few years.
“I know it’s frightening, but you must stay here!” He held the terrified mother, a young woman he’d gone to school with, close to him. “Alida, please.”
He tightened his grip, fighting the urge to cough as the shift and strain of drywall released chalky clouds of gypsum into the air.
“The clinic is the safest place to be.”
His voice ended up sounding harsher than he’d intended. Harsh for the voice of a schoolfriend and a doctor. But the clinic had never borne the test of an actual earthquake, and as the seconds ground and rasped into minutes he knew the uncompromising deal he’d made with his father had been the right one. Pride for money.
An infinitesimal wince crossed his face as he remembered the handshake that had sealed his fate.
“What is happening?”
He held the pair of them tight, the toddler clinging to his shoulders, soft whimpers of fear vibrating along his small chest into Theo’s.
Alida tried to take her son and run. A natural instinct, he presumed. To care. Protect. Put one’s own life on the line to save that of your child.
His lips thinned. That wasn’t a childhood he’d known. And what had followed in its wake wasn’t worth thinking about. Not anymore.
Waves splashed up against the back of the clinic...the secure dock had been rendered invisible. The normal gentle hum and buzz of the clinic had been replaced by a cacophony of tightly issued instructions. Phones. Alarms.
Theo lifted his eyes to the invisible heavens in thanks for the emergency training they’d insisted upon for all the staff. He and his “brothers” had never wanted anyone to feel any unnecessary pain or fear when they entered the doors of the Mythelios Free Clinic. The Malakas of Mythelios. His best friends. The closest thing he had to a real family after his own had proved to be nothing more than a mirage.
He’d get on the phone to them as soon as possible. His gut told him that whatever was happening beyond these sheltered walls would demand all of them this time. If he could even track them down...
Ares was usually in the world’s latest hellhole, doing his best to put a dent in its need for medical care. Deakin’s specialist burn treatment skills were in demand worldwide. Heaven knew where he was now. And Chris, a neurosurgeon, could usually be found in New York City. If he wanted to be found, that was. More often than not he didn’t.
Not that it had stopped him from posing for that insane calendar of local island men that had been organized to raise funds for the clinic. Ooopaa! Theo’s eyes followed that very calendar’s trajectory across the room as it slid to the floor behind the reception desk. It was his month anyway. No great loss.
Again Alida tried to pull her son away from him and run. “It’s gone on too long!”
“It’s nearly over now,” he soothed. As if he knew. Earthquakes could last for seconds or minutes. There’d been tremors on the island before, but nothing like this. The Richter scale would be near to double digits. Of that he had no doubt.
He tuned in to the chaos, breaking it down and putting it back together into some sort of comprehensible order. Rattling. Sharp cries of concern. Sensory discord.
As much as Alida struggled against him, pleaded with him to free her and let her run from the building, Theo’s instinct was to stay put and work through it. These were his patients. His clinic. He’d promised them solace and care from the moment they entered the bougainvillea-laced doors and he’d meant it with every pore in his body.
The need to launch into action, preparing for the storm bound to follow in the earthquake’s wake, crackled through his body like electricity. It was likely only seconds had passed—a minute or two at most—but each moment had shaken the island to its core.
He heard a woman cry out in pain.
“Get in a doorway!” he shouted, his broad hands cupping the child and Alida’s heads.
Not being able to control what was happening made Theo want to roar with frustration.
“Is it over?” Alida’s voice was barely audible amidst the rising chaos of human voices.
Theo shook his head, tightening his grip so that she didn’t leave until he was positive it was safe.
How soon were aftershocks? Immediate? The next day?
This was the cruelty of nature. You simply didn’t know.
The same way you didn’t know if the parents who gave birth to you would act like Alida—protectively—or like his—abandoning him at the first opportunity.
He shook his head clear of the thought. They didn’t deserve one second of his attention. The people here did. The people he’d vowed to care for.
He shouted out a few instructions. Their clinic was a small one, but there must be at least fifty people there. Doctors, nurses, patients, a few older patients who needed more care in the overnight wards.
Another crash of waves and the howl of the earth fighting against the manmade buildings upon her surface filled his senses.
Please let the clinic be spared.
He tightened his grip on the mother and child, wondering for just an instant what it would be like to hold his own wife and child. What lengths would he go to for them?
Another tremor gripped the ground beneath them.
All thoughts other than survival left him.
Theós. Let us be spared.
CHAPTER TWO (#u80b8d17f-7762-5195-9b3c-1cf25de8300d)
FOLD, FOLD AND TUCK.
