Carrying The Single Dad's Baby
One night of comfort…One unexpected miracle!Beatrice Lindford’s fresh start is abruptly derailed the moment she starts working with gorgeous single dad Dr Daniel Capaldi. He instantly ruffles her guarded feathers, but Beatrice must keep her mind on her new job and away from the temptation of Daniel’s charming yet sorrowful smile. Both try—and fail!—to keep their professional distance, and they soon find themselves unexpectedly bound by a tiny miracle…
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One night of comfort...
One unexpected miracle!
Beatrice Lindford’s fresh start is abruptly derailed the moment she starts working with gorgeous single dad Dr. Daniel Capaldi. He instantly ruffles her guarded feathers, but Beatrice must keep her mind on her new job and away from the temptation of Daniel’s charming yet sorrowful smile. Both try—and fail—to keep their professional distance, and they soon find themselves unexpectedly bound by a tiny miracle.
KATE HARDY has always loved books, and could read before she went to school. She discovered Mills & Boon books when she was twelve, and decided that this was what she wanted to do. When she isn’t writing Kate enjoys reading, cinema, ballroom dancing and the gym. You can contact her via her website: katehardy.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07531-2
CARRYING THE SINGLE DAD’S BABY
© 2018 Pamela Brooks
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT.
The letters stood out, white on a blue background. Just the same as they had in the last hospital where Beatrice had worked.
Except at Muswell Hill Memorial Hospital she would be getting a fresh start. This was a new place, where nobody knew about her past, so nobody could pity her. Not for her divorce, not for the baby, not for the way her life had totally imploded four years ago.
They’d all see her for who she was now. Beatrice Lindford, the new emergency consultant. Beatrice who was cool, calm and perfectly controlled. Who led her team from the front. And who’d baked brownies the night before to say hello to her new department.
She took a deep breath, pushed open the swing doors with her free hand, and walked into the reception area.
Michael Harcourt, the head of the department, was waiting for her.
‘Beatrice, lovely that you made it. Come and meet the team.’ He looked quizzically at her. ‘What’s in the boxes?’
‘Home-made brownies. Just my way of saying hello to everyone.’
‘You didn’t have to bring anything,’ he said with a smile, ‘but they’ll go down very well in the staff kitchen. Now, let me find someone to show you round... Ah, Josh.’ He called over one of the younger doctors. ‘Josh, I think you’re rostered in Resus with Beatrice, our new consultant, this morning. I’d like you to show her round before it all gets hectic.’
Was it her imagination, or was Josh looking at her slightly oddly?
‘Beatrice, this is Josh, one of our juniors. He’s a good lad, but don’t ever let him drive you anywhere—unless you don’t mind risking ending up with a tension pneumothorax, eh, Josh?’ Chuckling, Michael walked away.
Josh groaned. ‘Please don’t take too much notice of what the boss just said. My pneumothorax was months ago, and it was only because I wasn’t used to go-karting on ice and I took the corner too fast.’
