Dear Reader,
Iâve always thought working in an emergency room must be one of the most exciting, terrifying and challenging medical jobs in the world. When my own mother was whisked into an emergency unit recently, I found myself wondering what motivated the people who chose to work there. Theyâd have to be very special people, of courseâknowing every day could bring life-threatening situationsâbut surely these people must be like you and me, with their own fears and hopes and dreams. It was these thoughts that inspired me to create Robert Cunningham and Hannah Blake, the characters in my first book of the EMERGENCY DOCTORS DUO, A Wife for Dr. Cunningham.
As for Dr. Mathiesonâs Daughter? Well, I couldnât possibly leave blond, blue-eyed Elliot Mathieson with no one in his lifeânow, could I? I thought he should find happiness too, but not in a way he could ever have imagined!
Maggie Kingsley
ELLIOT MATHIESON gazed blankly at the solicitor for a second, then shook his head. âIâm sorry, but there has to have been some mistake. I have no daughter.â
The solicitor sifted through the papers on his desk and selected one. âWe have a birth certificate with your name on it, Dr Mathiesonââ
âI donât care if you have a hundred birth certificates with my name on them. I have no daughter. No children at all, come to that!â
âYour wifeââ
âMy ex-wifeââ
âWas quite adamant in her will that Nicole is yours,â the solicitor declared calmly. âI can, if you wish, instigate court proceedings to dispute paternity, butâ¦â
It would be a waste of time, Elliot finished for him silently. Whatever else Donna might have been, she hadnât been a fool. She would have known Nicoleâs paternity could be easily established by means of a simple blood test.
Which meant he had a child. A six-year-old daughter heâd known nothing about until heâd stepped into the solicitorâs office this morning, but how?
He and Donna had been divorced for five years. They hadnât even spoken to one another since that disastrous attempt at a reconciliation in Paris almost seven years ago. A reconciliation which had ended in heated words and angry exchanges.
But not at first, he suddenly remembered, his blue eyes darkening with dismay. Thereâd been no angry words on that first night when theyâd gone out to dinner, sheâd invited him back to her flat for coffee and somehow theyâd ended up in her big double bed.
Oh, hell, but it must have happened then. Nicole must have been conceived then.
âI realise this has come as something of a shock to you, Dr Mathieson,â the solicitor continued, gazing at him not without sympathy, âbut Iâm afraid there really wasnât any easy way of breaking the news. If you wish to dispute paternityââ
âOf course I donât,â he interrupted brusquely. âI accept the child is mine.â
The solicitor smiled with relief. âThen Nicole will be arriving from Paris tomorrowââ
âArriving?â Elliotâs jaw dropped. âWhat do you mean, sheâll be arriving?â
âShe can hardly remain in France now her mother is dead, Dr Mathieson.â
âWhat about my wifeâs sister? Surely sheââ
âIâm afraid we havenât even been able to inform Mrs Bouvier of her sisterâs death. She and her husband are on an archaeological dig in Iran where communications are very poor. And you are the childâs father, Dr Mathieson.â
âYes, but I canât possibly look after a child,â Elliot protested. âIâve recently been promoted to special registrar in St Stephenâs A and E department. I work long hoursânever know when Iâm going to be homeââ
âYou could employ a nanny or a housekeeper,â the solicitor suggested. âOr what about boarding school? Many professional people send their children to boarding schools.â
They did, but heâd have to be the biggest louse of all time to send a six-year-old kid who had just lost her mother to a boarding school. A nanny or a housekeeper might be the answer, but where on earth did you get people like that in twenty-four hours?
âLook, itâs not that I donât want Nicole living with me,â he declared, raking his hands through his blond hair in desperation. Like hell it wasnât. âBut I donât know anything about raising a child.â
âNobody does initially,â the solicitor said bracingly.