Never, if he lived to be a hundred, would he understand women.
Nikos swung his sleek, high-performance sports car into his parking space directly outside the paediatric emergency department.
Heâd offered her marriage and put a diamond the size of New York on her finger.
And sheâd given it back.
Theos mou, what was going on in her head? How many women had longed for him to make exactly that gesture?
Her refusal had been genuine. And yet she still wanted him. He knew that. So why hadnât she just said yes?
Realising that he didnât have any answers made him realise how little he knew about her.
What, in all honesty, had they shared in the six passionate months theyâd spent together? Sex, he acknowledged ruefully. Theyâd lived in a small intimate bubble that had involved their work at the hospital and the two of them. Nothing had intruded.
And that had been the way heâd wanted it.
Locking his car, Nikos strode purposefully towards the entrance of the paediatric emergency department, his naturally competitive nature roused by the block sheâd erected in the path of their relationship.
She would marry him, he vowed silently. Shewas carrying his baby. It was just a matter ofunderstanding why she was saying no. Once heunderstood that, he would turn the no to a yes.
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Sarah Morgan trained as a nurse, and has since worked in a variety of health-related jobs. Married to a gorgeous businessman, who still makes her knees knock, she spends most of her time trying to keep up with their two little boys, but manages to sneak off occasionally to indulge her passion for writing romance. Sarah loves outdoor life, and is an enthusiastic skier and walker. Whatever she is doing, her head is always full of new characters, and she is addicted to happy endings.
Recent titles by the same author:
Medical⢠Romance ITALIAN DOCTOR, SLEIGH-BELL BRIDE THE REBEL DOCTORâS BRIDE** THE ITALIANâS NEW-YEAR MARRIAGE WISH* THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS
*Brides of Penhally Bay
**Glenmore Island Doctors
Modern⢠Romance THE VASQUEZ MISTRESS BOUGHT: THE GREEKâS INNOCENT VIRGIN THE SHIEKHâS VIRGIN PRINCESS THE BRAZILIAN BOSSâS INNOCENT MISTRESS
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IT WAS a bad time to realise that she was in love.
The atmosphere in the resuscitation room was strained and tenseâthe childâs injuries so severe that no one was holding out much hope of a good outcome.
No one, that was, except Dr Nikos Mariakos, the Greek consultant who had a reputation for making miracles happen.
Ella adjusted the oxygen flow with shaking hands and sneaked a glance at the man working across from her. Her heart tumbled, dipped and soared.
Why now? And why this man?
Sheâd broken both her rules.
Donât trust.
Donât love.
At the age of eight sheâd learned that men were bad news and sheâd locked away her emotions and thrown away the key.
But this man had not only found the key, heâd used it. And what had started as a scorching affair, a physical releasefrom the constant stress of working in the paediatric emergencydepartment, had turned into something deeper.
Ella felt a moment of pure panic, but the childâs condition didnât allow time for reflection.
âSuctionâmore light.â He gave his orders in a calm, detached tone, apparently undaunted by the enormous task that faced him. It was almost as if he relished the challenge. His hands didnât shake, his brow didnât sweat and there was no trace of emotion on his cold, handsome face as he worked to stabilise the critically injured child.
I really do love him, Ella thought helplessly, watching every movement of his swift, skilled fingers with something close to desperation. Only hours earlier theyâd been in bed. Those same fingers had created a very different kind of magic and the sensual spell heâd woven had somehow unravelled the protective web sheâd spun over years of suspicion and caution.
A feeling of dread seeped into her bones as she realised how vulnerable she was.
Love had punched holes through her defensive shield.
Love now made her open to the same agonising hurtsheâd suffered as a child.
âDo you want to give him another unit of blood?â It was one of the more junior doctors who spoke, his face almost as pale as that of their small patient.