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A Diamond For Kate
Moyra Tarling
A DIAMOND IS A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND!Dr. Marsh Diamond had just offered Kate Turner almost everything she'd ever wanted. And although the nurse's memories of one fateful summer urged her to act otherwise, Kate couldn't deny her heart's desire. So she agreed to move out to his ranch temporarily and help him raise his motherless daughter.But not even her teenage daydreams of becoming Marsh's wife prepared her for the white-picketed world in which she was blissfully cocooned. Or the very womanly desires his touch now aroused. Still, this assignment would end–unless Kate could convince this reluctant bachelor that her diamond was forever!
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“You want to offer me a job?” Kate asked, staring at Marsh in disbelief at his words.
“It’s only for a day or two at the most. I’d very much appreciate it if you could see your way to helping me out.” Marsh’s tone was warm and persuasive. “I’m not asking for myself. I’m asking for my daughter.”
Kate heard his underlying cry for help, and she could see his anxiety. She knew she should tell Marsh she couldn’t work for him for any price, but the words stuck in her throat. She didn’t belong in his world—never had and never would. Still, his home had always touched a chord somewhere deep inside her. It was the only place that had ever made Kate feel like she was coming home.
“So will you be coming home with us, Kate?”
“Yes, I’m coming,” Kate said, unable to find it in her heart to say no.
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A Diamond for Kate
Moyra Tarling
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
MOYRA TARLING
was born and raised in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. It was there that she was first introduced to and became hooked on romance novels. In 1968, she immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, where she met and married her husband. They have two grown children. Empty-nesters now, they enjoy taking trips in their getaway van and browsing in antique shops for corkscrews and button-hooks. But Moyra’s favorite pastime is curling up with a great book—a romance, of course! Moyra loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 161, Blaine, WA 98231-D161.
Chapter One
“It’s Dr. Diamond!” Nurse Kate Turner exclaimed, instantly recognizing the unconscious man the ambulance crew had just wheeled in. Even though she hadn’t seen him in ten years, she’d have known Marsh anywhere. His indelibly handsome image was etched in her memory.
“Who?” asked the first attendant, as he maneuvered the stretcher into the first trauma room.
“Dr. Marshall Diamond,” Kate repeated. “Mercy Hospital’s new chief of staff.”
Ever since Kate had heard the news several weeks ago that Marshall Diamond had been hired as the new chief of staff for Mercy Hospital, she’d wondered if she was the only one in town who wasn’t cheering his return or rolling out the red carpet.
“What have we here?” Dr. Tom Franklin, head of the Emergency Department, asked as he joined them.
“Car accident victim,” the attendant replied. “A teenage driver ran the red light at Cutter’s Junction and rammed into the driver’s side of this guy’s car. He’s got a head injury, possible fracture of the left arm and various cuts and bruises. Nurse here says the victim is one of yours, a Dr. Diamond.”
“My God! She’s right,” Dr. Franklin said in a shocked voice. “Okay, team. On the count of three let’s move him over.”
Kate and the other staff members in the room lifted Marsh from the stretcher to the hospital bed.
An array of emotions swept through Kate as her gaze once more came to rest on Marsh’s bloodied face. She focused her scattered thoughts and proceeded to clean the facial injuries, wiping away the blood seeping from a deep cut just below his hairline.
“That looks nasty,” Dr. Franklin commented. “And there’s a swelling above his right eye. He must have hit the steering wheel,” he added as he studied the wound. “That cut will definitely need stitching. Has he regained consciousness at all?”
“Yes, but only for a few seconds,” the attendant replied. “He was disoriented and mumbling something about his daughter. She was belted into the passenger seat and appeared to be all right. He took the brunt of the collision.”
“Thanks. We’ll take it from here,” Dr. Franklin said. “Kate, once you’re finished cleaning that wound, I’ll put in a few sutures to close it. When I’m done, Jackie can take him upstairs to X-ray his left wrist We’re probably looking at a possible concussion. Kate, alert X ray, and tell them to give this top priority. I want to see those films, stat.”
“Yes, doctor,” Kate replied.
While Dr. Franklin continued his examination, Kate finished up in the room and then went to the phone at the nurses’ desk.
“I’m taking Dr. Diamond up now,” said Jackie Gibson, another Emergency nurse, as she wheeled the gurney into the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”
“Fine,” Kate replied. “Oh, Jackie, one of the ambulance guys said the doctor’s daughter was in the car with him. Has she been brought in yet?”
“I think she just arrived.”
Kate spun around to see a policeman, carrying a child of about five years old, wearing red shorts and a yellow T-shirt, and hugging a teddy bear. She had shoulder-length hair the color of corn silk, and it was obvious from her blotchy face and tearstained cheeks she’d been crying.
“Is this the little girl from the accident?” Kate asked, glimpsing fear in the child’s eyes.
“Yes,” the policeman confirmed. “How’s her father doing?”
“He’s on his way up to X ray. Is she hurt?”
“I don’t think so. But you’d better check her over just to make sure.”
“Here, let me take her.” Kate lifted the child into her arms and crossed to one of the curtained beds.
“Lucky for her she was wearing her seat belt,” the policeman said, following beside them. “Uh...listen, nurse. While you take care of her, I’ll give my sergeant at the station a call.”
“Sure, go ahead,” Kate said as she gently lowered the girl onto the bed.
“Who have we here?” asked Dr. Davis, one of the E.R. residents.
“Can you tell us your name?” Kate asked.
“Sa...Sabrina Diamond,” came the ragged reply.
“Sabrina. That’s a lovely name,” Kate responded warmly. “I’m Kate.
Dr. Davis approached the bed and flashed the child a kindly smile.
“Sabrina and her father were in a car accident,” Kate went on. “She appears to be all right.”
“Let’s take a quick look shall we?” Dr. Davis said.
Kate stood by while the doctor examined the child.
“You’re a very lucky girl, Sabrina,” Dr. Davis finally said, but the child made no response, simply hugging her teddy bear tighter. He turned to Kate and lowered his voice. “Find out how her father is doing and then contact any family.”
After the doctor departed, Kate studied her patient more closely, noting that her eyes were the same startling blue as her father’s. She even had the same serious look about her, but there was also a deep sadness in Sabrina’s eyes that tugged at her heart. She knew the child’s mother had died in a boating accident several months ago. At the time Kate had felt an affinity with the five-year-old, having lost her own mother when she’d been the same age.
“I know it must have been scary for you being in an accident. But Dr. Davis says you’re just fine.” Reaching for a box of tissues beside the bed, she wiped a stray tear from the girl’s face.
While there was no visible evidence of any physical injury, Kate knew that being in the accident, seeing a loved one bleeding and unconscious beside her had to have been a highly traumatic experience for the child.
“Is my daddy dead?” The question was asked in a voice that quavered with emotion.
“No. But he was hurt in the accident.” She kept her tone even, then watched helplessly as Sabrina’s eyes filled with fresh tears.
“Can I see him?”
“He’s been taken upstairs for X rays.”
“What’s an X ray?”
“Your daddy might have broken his arm in the accident. An X ray is a machine that can take pictures of his bones to see if any are broken,” she explained, fighting the urge to reach out and pull the child into her arms.
“Does it hurt?”
Kate smiled. “No, X rays don’t hurt.”
“When can I see him?”
“I don’t know if...” Kate began, and immediately regretted her words, as the tears hovering on Sabrina’s lashes spilled over to cascade down her pale cheeks.
“Aw...sweetheart, don’t cry.” Kate grabbed more tissues from the box and wiped away the tears. “Your father’s being well looked after, I promise you.”
The child’s lower lip continued to tremble. “I want to see my daddy,” she stated emphatically before burying her face against her teddy bear.
Kate put her arm around Sabrina’s shoulder, easily understanding the child’s need to see her father. No doubt, with the loss of her mother still fresh in her mind, she simply wanted confirmation that her father was indeed alive.
“Hey! I know,” Kate said cheerily. “X rays don’t take very long. The nurse has probably brought him back downstairs by now. Let’s go and see, shall we?”
Sabrina sniffed and raised her head to look at Kate. “Okay,” she said.
Lifting the child from the bed, Kate lowered her to the floor. When Sabrina’s tiny hand slid into hers, Kate gave it a gentle squeeze. She led the way to the nurses’ desk where Jackie stood talking on the phone.
As they approached, Jackie replaced the receiver. “Hi Kate. Who have we here?” she asked with a friendly smile.
“This is Sabrina. She’s Dr. Diamond’s daughter. Dr. Davis just checked her over, and she’s fine. But she’s worried about her father. Is he back from X ray?”
“Yes. I brought him down myself five minutes ago.”
“Where is he? I thought he might like to see for himself that his daughter is all right.”
“Uh...” Jackie began and darted a quick glance at the child who stood quietly at Kate’s side. She leaned toward Kate. “He still hasn’t regained consciousness,” she whispered.
Kate felt Sabrina tug at her hand, and she bent to scoop the child into her arms.
“Can I see my daddy now?” Sabrina asked, anxiety threading her voice.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Jackie quickly jumped in. “But it’s against the rules.”
Sabrina’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
“I’ll tell you what,” Kate suggested, throwing Jackie a pleading glance. “If you stay here with Jackie, I’ll go take a peek at your father and see how he is. Okay?”
Sabrina sniffed and nodded.
Moving around the desk, Kate settled Sabrina into the swivel chair.
“Dr. Franklin told me to put Dr. Diamond in the old plaster room down the hall. It’s quieter and a little more private there,” Jackie told Kate. “Heather’s with him.”
“Thanks.” Kate turned to Sabrina. “I’ll be right back.”
Threading her way to the rear of Emerg, Kate paused at the door to the plaster room. Had Marsh regained consciousness? And if so, would he remember her?
Kate could still recall with vivid clarity the way he’d looked at her the night of the accident, an accident that nearly cost his sister, Piper, her life.
Piper Diamond, the popular, fun-loving and sometimes reckless sixteen-year-old, had been the only teenager at Kincade High who had made an effort to make Kate feel welcome, when Kate had transferred into the school in early March. Piper had taken her under her wing, instantly seeing through Kate’s facade of careless indifference to the vulnerable, lonely girl beneath.
Once the high school had let out for the holidays, Kate had spent a lot of time with Piper and her brother, the handsome med student who’d come home to study for his exams. Marsh had even taught her how to ride, after first helping her overcome her childhood fear of horses.
Kate had enjoyed the fact that Piper and her brother had treated her like a member of the family, but as the hot summer days passed, her thoughts and feelings for Marsh had intensified and had been anything but sisterly, because she’d developed a giant-size crush on him. Only later had she seen that his friendship was nothing more than polite tolerance.
A bitter smile curled at the corners of her mouth at the memory, a memory that still had the power to hurt. Annoyed at herself and the route her thoughts had taken, she drew a deep steadying breath and opened the door.
Heather Jones, also working part-time for the summer, glanced up from reading the patient’s chart. “Kate, what brings you here?”
