The Greek Children's Doctor (Westerling)

‘Of course it isn’t.’

‘It’s just two colleagues on an evening out. Very platonic.’ She bit her lip. ‘No kissing or anything.’

His dark eyes gleamed with humour. ‘No kissing?’

‘Definitely no kissing,’ she muttered, dragging her eyes away from his and concentrating on finding the dressing packs she needed. ‘So, do you want to come?’ She bit her lip, wondering why on earth she’d invited him. Talk about torturing herself. ‘It’s in three weeks’ time. If you’re busy it doesn’t matter. I can ask someone else.’

Someone who didn’t kiss like him.

Someone who didn’t turn her brain to porridge.

He stepped closer and touched her flushed cheek with a lean finger. ‘I’ll take you to the ball, Cinderella, but I’m not promising to keep it platonic.’

Her stomach flipped over. ‘Andreas—’

‘Every time you see Philip, we seem to kiss,’ he pointed out with impeccable logic, ‘so we may as well both accept the way it’s going to be. If we’re spending a whole evening together and you’re intending to convince Philip that you’re over him, then I predict a significant amount of kissing.’

Libby closed her eyes.

What was she doing?

For a girl who was trying to avoid men, she was doing a pretty lousy job!

She suddenly decided that she needed an urgent talk with her sister.

Chapter 5

They were both on a late shift the following morning and met for a late breakfast in a café next to the river.

‘Hi.’ Libby dropped her bag onto the padded chair and stooped to kiss her sister. ‘You look knackered.’

Katy gave a wry smile. ‘Thanks for the compliment.’

Libby looked at her closely. ‘Are you ill?’

‘No.’ Katy dropped her eyes and rummaged in her handbag for her sunglasses. ‘Just tired.’

‘Hmm.’ Libby frowned and looked thoughtfully at her sister but before she could question her further, the waiter arrived to take their order. ‘Two regular cappuccinos, please. And a chocolate brownie. I’m starving.’

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.’