âWhy do you want to kiss me?â
David turned around and faced her. âBecause,â he said, equally softly, âI like you, Holly Jones.â
âIâm not the naive teenager you used to know,â she warned.
âI realize that. I like the woman youâve become.â And Iâve never really stopped thinking about you. Wondering what went wrong. Wishing. Most of the time I kept you in the back of my mind, but you were always there. Waiting.
âI really hated you, David, for ruining my life. At the time, I thought the world had ended.â
âI hated you, too. I didnât go out with anyone for three years after you.â Theyâd hurt each other, badly. Now perhaps it was time to heal each other. âHolâ¦â Words werenât enough. They werenât nearly enough to explain how he felt. What he wanted. What he needed.
Slowly, not quite believing that it was happening, he walked back over to her. Then she was in his arms, and he was kissing her as if heâd been starved of love for the last twelve years.
I was planning my next book when three doctors leaped into my head and hijacked me! Zoe, Judith and Holly trained together, are best friends and work together at London City General.
Zoeâs the clever one, a real highflyer whoâs never found love, until she meets gorgeous Brad, on secondment to Pediatrics from California. Can she heal his broken heartâand can he help her feel less haunted by the secret she hasnât even told her best friends?
Judithâs the glamorous one, who delivers babies by day and sings at hospital fund-raisers by night. She falls in love with Kieran, the new maternity consultant. But after a discovery threatens to tear their love apart, can she teach him to believe in herâand in himself?
Hollyâs the âpricklyâ one with a soft heartâbut itâll take a special man to get close enough to find out! She chose the fast-paced life of the E.R. to help her forget her lost love. But when David walks into her life again, will it be second time lucky?
The best bit about working on a trilogy was that I didnât have to say goodbye to my characters. They made appearances in each otherâs stories! I loved being able to explore a hospitalâs community and see how different departments work together, and I hope you enjoy life in the fast lane at London City General as much as I did.
With love,
Kate Hardy
For Dotâgood friend and ace agentâwith love
HOLLY blinked hard on her way into the emergency reception area. The man walking down the corridor with Sue, their consultantâ¦No. Of course it wasnât David Neave. Plenty of men had dark hair. She hadnât got a proper look at his face either, just seen the outline of his jaw and nose. So what if theyâd reminded her of David? It was highly unlikely that heâd be in the emergency department at London City General.
What was she doing, thinking of him anyway? That part of her life was way behind her. She hadnât thought of him in years.
Well, months.
Well, she had had that odd dream last week, the one where heâd been kissing her. It had been so real that sheâd actually woken up and turned to cuddle into him. Except, of course, there had been an empty space and an unused pillow beside her. Sheâd almost been able to taste his mouth on hers, feel the familiar tingle as his fingers skated over her skin.
She shook herself. David Neave might have been the love of her life, but heâd also been the big let-down of her life. A glimpse of a strangerâa man who looked vaguely like him but couldnât possibly be himâshouldnât get to her like this. Sheâd moved on years ago. Hadnât she?
She saw her next patientâa teenager whoâd fallen off a skateboard and had gravel embedded deep in the grazesâand then went to the rest room for some much-needed coffee.
When she opened the door, she stopped dead.
The man sheâd seen earlier was there. This time she saw his face rather than his profile, and her heart almost stopped.
It was him.
But why here, why now? It had been twelve years since sheâd seen him. His dark hair had the odd grey strand in it, there were lines on his face that hadnât been there during sixth form, and his shoulders had broadened, but he still had that charming smile. The one that had almost stopped her heart when heâd come to sit next to her in the sixth form.
That beautiful mouth. The one that had explored every bit of her body. The mouth that had whispered words of love, of passion: promises heâd never kept.
Oh, Lord. One smile and sheâd gone right back to being eighteen years old, naïve enough to believe that âIâll love you till the day I dieâ really meant that, was more than just the magic words calculated to get him into her knickers.