‘If I ever went to bed with you, your husband would kill me.’ Patrick emptied the contents of his in-tray into his briefcase. ‘Can we drop this conversation? Relationships aren’t a priority for me at the moment. And if you ever mention this to anyone else on the unit, I’ll drown you in the birthing pool.’
Maggie looked smug. ‘You really did like her.’
‘Yes.’ Exasperated, Patrick reached for his co
at. ‘Yes, I liked her. Satisfied?’
‘You liked her a lot.’
‘Yes, I liked her a lot.’
‘Was she pretty?’
‘Very.’
‘Did she make you laugh?’
Patrick thought about the day they’d spent together. ‘Yes. She was fun. She smiled all the time.’ Which had been a refreshing change after Carly’s endless moaning.
‘And you didn’t take her number?’ Maggie rolled her eyes. ‘I thought you were supposed to be clever.’
‘Clever enough to spot when a relationship isn’t going to work.’ Patrick put his coat on. ‘If she’d wanted me to have her details, she would have left her number. And even if she’d left her number, it would have been somewhere in Chicago because that’s where she lives.’ He snapped his briefcase shut. ‘I, on the other hand, live in a small corner of England. Even if she hadn’t made her feelings clear by slinking out of my bedroom, I wouldn’t get in touch with her. It would never have worked and I don’t need another romantic disaster.’
‘So that’s it, then?’
‘That’s it. It was just one night and the only reason you even know about it is because you have an uncanny ability to prise information from the innocent.’
‘I care about you. You deserve to be with someone special.’
‘My kids are special. I’m with them.’ Patrick walked towards the door. ‘Any luck finding an extra midwife willing to work over Christmas?’
‘No. So far that particular miracle hasn’t happened. I’m just hoping that no one has contractions on Christmas Day because there’s definitely no room at this inn.’
‘You can call me if you’re desperate. I can always bring the children in with me. They can sit in the staffroom with the chocolates.’
‘We’d love to see them. I haven’t seen Posy for a few months. But I don’t want to call you in over Christmas. You deserve the break.’ Maggie walked to the door. ‘I’m glad you didn’t take the job in Chicago. I would have resigned and gone with you. Tell me honestly—were you tempted?’
Yes. Because if he’d taken the job, he would have seen the girl again.
He’d even picked up the phone once, but had put it down again before it could ring. What would he have said? Hi, you know that night of hot sex we shared? Any chance you could give up your job and your life in the States and come and live over here so that we can do it again?
Patrick sighed. He didn’t even have to say it aloud to know it sounded ridiculous.
He’d already wrecked one woman’s life. He wasn’t going to do the same thing a second time.
‘I wasn’t tempted.’ Reminding himself that he had two young children depending on him, he glanced at the clock. ‘I’m off home. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow. I’ve promised to spend it with my children. This raving nymphomaniac you’re finding me…’ He gave Maggie a slow smile. ‘Just make sure she has a passion for sexy underwear.’ He regretted the words immediately.
She had worn the sexiest, classiest underwear he’d ever seen. Just thinking about the provocative silky knickers he’d found on the floor of his room the next morning made him glad he was wearing his coat.
‘Go home and do battle with that turkey,’ Maggie said cheerfully. ‘I’ll see you in three days.’
Discovering that there was nothing like the thought of cooking a turkey to cure a man of an attack of lust, Patrick groaned. ‘I’d forgotten about the turkey. I’d rather deliver triplets than cook a turkey.’
Maggie gave a choked laugh. ‘Welcome to the festive season. Merry Christmas, Patrick.’
‘Merry Christmas.’ Patrick felt exhausted as he thought of the challenge ahead of him. ‘Yet another family Christmas that I’ll mess up. Alfie still hasn’t let me forget last year’s turkey disaster. I need a miracle.’
Chapter One