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Nurse In A Million
Jennifer Taylor
Dr. Michael Rafferty will do anything to convince nurse Natalie Palmer to bring her nursing talents back to the Worlds Together team. The longer he spends persuading her to return to their medical ranks, the more he wonders why he ever let this woman go from his life.To the self-made surgeon, Natalie's wealthy background makes him feel they are worlds apart. Their happiness depends on whether Rafferty can look beyond their backgrounds and realise that she's not just a nurse in a million, but his woman in a million.
‘Rafferty—’
‘They’re going to winch us down over there.’ He was all business as he turned to her again. ‘Then we’ll just have to climb the last few feet to reach the crew.’
The ground looked an awfully long way away from where they were standing, and she gulped at the thought of dangling off a thin little cable while she lowered herself down the mountainside.
‘You’ll be fine.’ Rafferty pulled her to him and hugged her hard, and she heard the sudden roughness in his voice. ‘I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Natalie.’
Emotion welled up inside her so that it was hard to smile back at him when she felt so choked up. ‘I know you won’t,’ she said huskily.
‘Do you?’
The urgency in his voice was impossible to ignore. ‘I would trust you with my life,’ she said simply. Because it was true.
Dear Reader (#u09d82408-b9c5-5a9d-a71f-7f486285886a)
I have always been fascinated by the work that is carried out by overseas aid agencies, and really admire the courage and dedication of the brave doctors and nurses who volunteer to help other people under the most arduous conditions. Setting up my own fictional medical aid agency is my tribute to them.
I knew as soon as I introduced Natalie and Rafferty in the first book of my Worlds Together series that I would have to tell their story! That’s how it happens sometimes—characters suddenly appear on a page, bringing with them their own issues.
Natalie and Rafferty are both strong-minded people who love one another, but they cannot get past the fact that Natalie is immensely wealthy and Rafferty isn’t. It sounds so simple put like that, but it’s Natalie’s wealth which is keeping them apart. Although Rafferty is a top-flight surgeon, and highly respected in his field, he isn’t sure if he can live up to Natalie’s expectations.
Helping these two people resolve their problems was a fascinating process. They skirt around each other, argue frequently and dig in their heels before they finally admit they are both at fault. Even I breathed a huge sigh of relief when they eventually realised that they couldn’t live without one another!
It’s the most wonderful feeling when you know that you have given your characters the story they deserve. That’s how I felt at the end of NURSE IN A MILLION, and I hope you will too.
Best wishes
Jennifer
You can visit my website at: www.jennifer-taylor.com (http://www.jennifer-taylor.com)
Nurse in a Million
Jennifer Taylor
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
CONTENTS
Cover (#u14bbbfd0-309e-5e4b-a5b4-a9c244b0b4f7)
Dear Reader (#ue48351c5-8f23-51c2-ae34-d534de2bd777)
Title Page (#u0df287db-ef54-5918-b563-a2b6a8cbd37e)
PROLOGUE (#ulink_c8da5641-26b8-518c-bcb8-874fb20c24fc)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_b8091a90-11e5-5119-909c-734313270c66)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_02824b22-e0e6-566a-afc6-d082e0859fb9)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_e22237f3-bc61-59fb-a0ae-b5136a7b89f6)
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 ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#ulink_b5a5f0f5-1aec-5653-864f-a2101fe353aa)
‘INCOMING wounded. Stand clear!’
Michael James Rafferty sighed as he tossed the paper towel he’d been using into the waste sack. He’d been in Theatre since five that morning and he was far too tired to appreciate all these stupid games. Snapping on a fresh pair of gloves, he turned to the newcomer.
‘We’re not starring in an episode of M.A.S.H. here, Sandy, so just tell me what’s wrong with the patient and leave out the rest.’
‘Oh, um, yes, right. Sorry.’
The younger man looked abashed as he wheeled the trolley into the tent and Rafferty sighed again. It was Sandy Baxendale’s first mission with Worlds Together, a leading international medical aid agency, so it was little wonder that he tended to get carried away by the drama of it all. Rafferty made a note not to be too hard on him in future but with over two dozen missions to his credit, he found it difficult to remember when he’d felt the same kind of excitement. Oh, there was still a certain satisfaction when he managed to save a life under the most arduous conditions, but there was no longer that buzz to the job there’d been once upon a time.
Maybe it was the fact that Natalie was no longer working with them that had made all the difference, he mused, then blanked out the thought. There was no point going down that route again.
‘OK, so what have we got?’ He ran a critical eye over the young woman on the trolley. ‘A bit of a mess, isn’t she? Where was she found?’
‘One of the search-and-rescue teams found her buried under the remains of the maternity unit,’ Sandy explained. ‘They’ve no idea if she’s a patient or a member of the staff.’
‘Did they find anyone else there alive?’ Rafferty asked as he started to examine her. He gently palpated her abdomen but there were no obvious signs that she’d given birth in the days preceding the mudslide which had engulfed a large area of Guatemala. The Worlds Together team had flown out to the region as soon as the Guatemalan government had declared it a national disaster. That had been four days ago and he knew the chances of them finding many more survivors were decreasing by the hour.
‘Two babies. They were still in their cots and that’s probably what saved their lives, according to the search-and-rescue guys. They think the cots must have floated when the mud started to fill up the nursery.’ Sandy shook his head in amazement. ‘It’s incredible that anyone survived when you see the state of the place. The whole area has been literally swamped by mud.’
‘It’s been a bad incident,’ Rafferty agreed, gently feeling his way down the girl’s body and adding a fractured pelvis to the growing list of her injuries.
‘It’s far worse than I imagined it would be,’ the young male nurse admitted. ‘I know we were told to expect the worst but I was really shocked when I saw the extent of the damage.’
‘It’s always hard to take it all in,’ Rafferty said soberly. ‘That’s why some people find it difficult to cope with this type of work. We lose a lot of new recruits because they can’t handle the sheer scale of a disaster like this.’
‘Oh, I can handle it all right,’ Sandy hastily assured him. ‘It just took a day or so to get my head round it all. Even in the busiest accident-and-emergency department, you don’t get such a concentration of severely injured as we’ve dealt with here.’
Rafferty nodded as he moved around the trolley. A fractured ankle was duly noted this time. ‘It’s the same for all of us, if it’s any consolation.’
‘Really?’ Sandy exclaimed. ‘You mean that you still find it a bit overwhelming at times?’
‘Yes. You certainly shouldn’t let yourself become blasé about the job because that’s when you could find yourself in real trouble.’
‘That’s what Miss Palmer said at my interview. She told me that the minute you feel as though it’s just routine is the time you should stop.’ The younger man frowned. ‘I wasn’t sure what she meant but I think I understand now. You can’t afford to grow complacent because you might forget about the dangers.’
‘That’s right,’ Rafferty said shortly because this second reminder of Natalie, coming on top of the other, had pushed a few internal buttons. He breathed deeply to quell feelings that had been lying dormant for some time. It really wasn’t the right moment to start thinking about how much he missed her.
‘Right, we’ll take her straight to Theatre and do the X-rays there,’ he said briskly. ‘There’s bound to be extensive soft-tissue damage and I don’t want to waste any time. Can you tell Ben that I’ll need him to do the anaesthetic, and let Patsy know that I’d like her to assist me.’
‘Patsy was in Theatre all last night,’ Sandy told him. ‘She’s trying to catch up on her sleep so do you want me to wake her up?’
Rafferty frowned. ‘Better not. What about Lauren?’
‘She’s in Theatre Two with Liam. I’m not sure how long they’ll be yet.’
‘Then it looks like it’s you and me. I know you don’t have a lot of experience in Theatre so do you think you can cope?’
‘Of course,’ Sandy assured him, but Rafferty could tell that he wasn’t nearly as confident as he was pretending to be.
‘OK. Scrub up once you’ve told Ben that I need him.’
He didn’t say anything else because it would serve no purpose to undermine Sandy’s confidence. However, it was worrying to have to rely on staff who lacked the necessary skills. He quickly unzipped the flap and let himself into the scrub area. Each of the theatre tents was really three tents set one inside the other. The first section was where the patients were examined, the second was the scrub area and the third and final section was the actual operating theatre.
Conditions in there were kept sterile thanks to an expensive air-filtration system bought for them by their main sponsor, Palmer Pharmaceuticals. Palmer’s had also paid for the state-of-the-art operating tables and the high-tech lighting equipment that ran off generators. If it weren’t for the company’s generosity, Rafferty knew that Worlds Together wouldn’t be able to carry out its work so effectively. Palmer’s provided most of the money they needed, and that was what lay at the heart of his own problems.
Natalie Palmer, the woman he loved more than life itself, was heiress to the Palmer fortune. Was it any wonder their relationship had faltered?
Three hours later, Rafferty left Theatre. Tossing his gown into a sack, he went straight outside. It was just gone six and the camp was quiet for once. The rest of the team were having dinner and he knew he should join them but he wasn’t hungry. Although he’d done all he could, he hadn’t been able to save the girl and her loss weighed heavily on him.
‘I’m really sorry. I did my best but I just wasn’t up to the job.’
He looked round when Sandy followed him outside. The young nurse’s lack of experience had been very apparent and several times Rafferty had had to tell him what to do. It hadn’t been an ideal situation, by any means, but it hadn’t been Sandy’s fault the girl had died and Rafferty took immediate steps to tell him that.
He sighed as he watched the younger man heading towards the mess tent a short time later. His pep talk might have had the desired effect but it wasn’t right that people should start blaming themselves because they lacked the necessary skills. Ever since Natalie had left the team, they’d had problems finding a suitable replacement and it was galling to know that she was wasting her talents, sitting behind a desk in London. She was a nurse, not a businesswoman, for heaven’s sake!
Rafferty’s expression was grim as he swung round and strode across the compound. It was high time that someone told her that.
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_f3ffea25-d991-5316-b3d3-2a2c0c36211e)
‘I’M VERY sorry, Miss Palmer, but he’s still refusing to leave. He’s been here for over an hour now and I really don’t know what else I can do.’
Natalie Palmer sighed when she heard the panic in her secretary’s voice. Janet was noted for her calm efficiency but even she was starting to crack under the pressure. ‘Did you explain that I was too busy to see anyone this morning without an appointment?’
‘Yes! But he said that he was prepared to wait all day if necessary.’ Janet lowered her voice so that Natalie had to strain her ears to hear what she was saying. ‘Would you like me to call Security and let them deal with him?’
It was tempting.
Very tempting, indeed!
Natalie hesitated as she weighed up the merits of having Dr Michael James Rafferty ejected from the headquarters of Palmer Pharmaceuticals. After all, why should she worry about the embarrassment it might cause him? Rafferty obviously didn’t care that he was making a spectacle of himself, otherwise he would have left as soon as she’d made it clear that she didn’t intend to see him. No, the truth was that Rafferty was too stubborn to accept that he wasn’t going to get his own way.
Her mouth thinned, because in her opinion Rafferty’s stubbornness was the cause of all their problems. After all, it wasn’t her fault that her family was so rich. If it didn’t worry her then she didn’t see why it should worry him. But he wouldn’t accept that her wealth didn’t matter so long as they loved one another. If he’d been the sort of person to suffer from low self-esteem, she could have understood, but Rafferty certainly wasn’t lacking in confidence. Why should he, when he’d reached the very top of his profession and earned the respect of his peers along the way?
‘Miss Palmer? Are you still there?’
‘Yes. I’m sorry, Janet. I was just trying to decide what to do for the best.’
Natalie hurriedly returned her thoughts to her current predicament. If it needed drastic measures to resolve this problem, she wouldn’t back down. Rafferty couldn’t just turn up at her office and demand to see her—it gave out the completely wrong signals.
Since her father’s heart attack three months ago, she had worked hard to keep Palmer Pharmaceuticals on track. Richard Palmer had warned her there were certain factions within the company who wanted to change how the firm operated. Palmer’s had always donated a large percentage of its profits to charitable ventures and in recent years it had been the main sponsor of Worlds Together. It was a costly undertaking and Natalie knew that several members of the board would prefer to see the money spent elsewhere.
That was the last thing she intended to happen. As a highly skilled nurse-practitioner, she’d been involved with Worlds Together since its inception and knew how valuable its work was. She really wasn’t prepared to jeopardise its future by allowing her authority to be undermined in any way.
‘I think it would be best if you called Security,’ she told Janet, trying not to think about how much she longed to see Rafferty. He’d made his position abundantly clear before she’d come back to London and she doubted if he’d changed his mind. ‘Ask them to escort Dr Rafferty—’
She broke off when her office door suddenly opened and Rafferty appeared. He gave her a broad smile but she could see the glitter in his eyes, and a shiver ran through her because it was obvious that he hadn’t appreciated being kept waiting.
‘Hello, Natalie. How are you?’
‘Get out!’
‘Tut-tut, that isn’t very polite, is it? And after I’ve spent so much time waiting to see you, too.’ He glanced at his watch and arched a sleek dark brow. ‘Over an hour. I am impressed. I didn’t think you’d hold out that long, but it will teach me not to underestimate you in future, won’t it, sweetheart?’
‘I am not your sweetheart,’ she told him, coldly enunciating every word.
‘Not now, maybe, but you were once and it wasn’t that long ago either.’
He closed the door and slid home the bolt, shaking his head when she immediately reached for the phone. ‘If you’re thinking of calling Security, I wouldn’t bother. I’m sure your secretary will do it for you.’
Natalie slammed the receiver back into its cradle. ‘Then why not spare yourself the embarrassment of being thrown out? There’s the door, Rafferty. Make sure you close it again on your way out.’
‘Cute. You’ve obviously been sharpening your tongue while I’ve been hanging around outside.’
He laughed as he crossed the room and Natalie felt her heart give a nervous little flutter. It was three months since she’d seen him and it struck her all over again just how handsome he was. With that crisp black hair, those deep green eyes and chiselled features, Rafferty could turn any woman’s head and she certainly wasn’t immune to his charms. However, she doubted if this was a social visit and didn’t intend to make the mistake of falling under his spell again that day.
‘My secretary has already explained that I’m extremely busy. I really don’t have time for this, Rafferty, so if you want to see me then I suggest you make an appointment like everyone else does.’
‘But I’m not “everyone else”, am I?’ He stopped in front of her desk and regarded her steadily. ‘You and I go back a long way, Natalie, and I think that gives me certain rights.’
