The Greek Children's Doctor

Katy glanced shyly at the waiter. ‘Actually, I don’t want a cappuccino. Could I just have a mint tea, please?’

The waiter gave a friendly nod and Libby’s eyes narrowed.

‘Mint tea? All right, now I know there’s definitely something going on. You always drink cappuccino. You’re addicted to cappuccino.’

A soft flush touched Katy’s perfect complexion. ‘I’m just a bit off coffee at the moment.’

Libby sat back in her chair and stared at her sister. ‘You’re pregnant.’

Katy sank her teeth into her lower lip and adjusted her glasses. ‘Libby, I don’t—’

‘I’m your sister,’ Libby reminded her softly, leaning forward in her chair. ‘Why can’t you tell me?’

Katy sighed and removed her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. ‘Because it’s very early days and I’m scared,’ she admitted finally. ‘I lost the other baby…’

‘And you’re afraid that you might lose this one too,’ Libby finished, suddenly understanding why Katy had been reluctant to confide in her. ‘Have you told Jago yet?’

‘Last night.’

Libby grinned. ‘I bet he was over the moon.’

Katy rolled her eyes and blushed slightly. ‘You know Jago—macho Spaniard to the last. You’d think it was his achievement alone. A public declaration of his manhood and virility.’

Libby laughed. ‘How many weeks gone are you?’

‘Only six.’ Katy let out a long breath. ‘Ridiculous, isn’t it? Getting excited so early. Something will probably go wrong.’

Detecting a hint of tears in her sister’s eyes, Libby leaned forward and squeezed her hand. ‘Nothing will go wrong, angel. It will be fine.’

‘But the last one—’

‘You fell, Katy,’ Libby reminded her softly. ‘You had a really bad fall. And it was more than eleven years ago. That’s a long time.’

‘Do you think so?’ Katy looked at her, desperate for reassurance, and Libby grinned.

‘You’re the doctor, honey. You should be telling yourself these things. Have you spoken to Alex? He’s convinced he’s God’s gift to pregnant women at the moment.’

Katy shook her head. ‘Not yet, but Jago and I are meeting him for supper on Friday. Any chance of you coming?’

Libby shook her head. ‘I’m working. And, anyway, Alex isn’t my favourite person at the moment. We’ve had a sort of falling-out. I don’t think I could spend an evening in his company without physically abusing him.’

Katy sighed. ‘I knew that it was a mistake for him to move into the flat when I moved out. The two of you are always arguing about something. What is it this time?’

‘He didn’t buy me at the auction,’ Libby said darkly, and Katy’s eyes widened.

‘Was he supposed to?’

‘Yes.’ Libby scowled at the memory. ‘I didn’t want to be forced to go on a date.’

‘And he forgot?’

‘Of course he didn’t forget.’ Libby’s mouth tightened. ‘You know Alex. Why miss an excuse to wind me up? Don’t worry. I’m going to the ball so we can all get together then and I’ll tread on his toes.’

Katy stopped with her cup in mid-air. ‘You’re going to the ball? But I thought—’

‘I know, I know.’ Libby pulled a face. ‘I sort of trapped myself into it.’

Katy put her cup back down on the table so hard that the tea slopped into the saucer. ‘You’re not going with Philip?’

‘No!’ Libby gave a shudder. ‘I most certainly am not going with Philip. I wasn’t going at all but then he implied that I was obviously too broken-hearted to go out so I was forced into a corner. If I stay at home he’ll think I’m pining for him and there’s no way I want him thinking that. Arrogant rat.’

‘So are you going with the gorgeous Greek who bid a fortune for you at the auction?’

Libby stiffened. ‘How do you know about that? Who’s been talking?’

‘The whole hospital,’ Katy told her, her eyes amused. ‘And can you blame them? He paid one thousand pounds for you, Lib! Everyone else was bidding tiny amounts.’

Libby shrugged carelessly. ‘So the guy is rich. It doesn’t mean anything.’

‘In my experience, rich people don’t throw it away,’ Katy said mildly. ‘It’s the reason they’re rich.’

‘Well, I don’t know why he spent a thousand pounds on me,’ Libby said testily, picking up a spoon and teasing the froth on top of her coffee. ‘Who am I to understand the workings of a man’s mind?’