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  Alison Roberts:

  ‘The Legendary Playboy Surgeon is written with superb understanding of human emotions. Author Alison Roberts touches the heart with this poignant tale of fresh starts, past wounds and second chances.’

  —Contemporary Romance Reviews

  ‘Readers will be moved by this incredibly sweet story about a family that is created in the most unexpected way.’

  —RT Book Reviews on The Honourable Maverick

  About the Author

  ALISON ROBERTS lives in Christchurch, New Zealand, and has written over sixty Mills & Boon® Medical™ Romances. As a qualified paramedic she has personal experience of the drama and emotion to be found in the world of medical professionals, and loves to weave stories with this rich background—especially when they can have a happy ending. When Alison is not writing you’ll find her indulging her passion for dancing or spending time with her friends (including Molly the dog) and her daughter Becky, who has grown up to become a brilliant artist. She also loves to travel, hates housework, and considers it a triumph when the flowers outnumber the weeds in her garden.

  Recent titles by Alison Roberts:

  ALWAYS THE HERO (Earthquake!)

  NYC ANGELS: AN EXPLOSIVE REUNION

  (NYC Angels)

  ST PIRAN’S: THE WEDDING! (St Piran’s Hospital)

  MAYBE THIS CHRISTMAS …?

  THE LEGENDARY PLAYBOY SURGEON

  (Heartbreakers of St Patrick’s Hospital)

  FALLING FOR HER IMPOSSIBLE BOSS

  (Heartbreakers of St Patrick’s Hospital)

  SYDNEY HARBOUR HOSPITAL: ZOE’S BABY

  (Sydney Harbour Hospital)

  ST PIRAN’S: THE BROODING HEART SURGEON

  (St Piran’s Hospital)

  Twice as Good

  Alison Roberts

  www.millsandboon.co.uk

  CHAPTER ONE

  IT HAD to be the Monday morning from hell.

  The aggressive burst of steam that escaped as the autoclave hatch opened clutched viciously at Janet Muir’s fingers. She dropped the stainless steel tongs she was holding and swore softly but vehemently.

  ‘You should open the door a bit more slowly.’

  Janet’s gaze flew to the speaker. ‘Thank you, Dr Spencer.’ Her tone was unappreciative. She snatched the tongs from the floor. ‘If I had ten seconds to spare I would have done exactly that.’

  ‘Sorry, Jan.’ Oliver Spencer’s smile was contrite. ‘Is your hand OK?’

  ‘Only third-degree burns. I’ll live.’ Janet pulled the tray clear of the autoclave and deposited it onto the waiting towel.

  ‘Has that lab result on Jessica Andrews come through yet? She still hasn’t shown much improvement and I think we’ll need to change antibiotics.’

  ‘Try the fax machine,’ Janet suggested. ‘I haven’t had time to look yet. I had no idea how chaotic things would be with both Josh and Toni away on their honeymoon. Has Dr Singh arrived yet?’

  ‘No.’ Oliver Spencer looked worried. ‘I’m just going to try ringing her again. Did she usually turn up on time when she was doing that week’s locum for me?’

  ‘Always. In fact, Toni told me she asked for a key so she could turn up early.’

  Oliver glanced at his watch. ‘I wouldn’t call 10 a.m. early. I’ll give her a call while I’m in the office.’ Oliver turned away, then paused. ‘On second thoughts, I’ll do it in my room. Who is making that racket?’

  ‘Sophie’s next patient.’ Janet sighed. The wailing of a fractious baby was a sound that would get on anyone’s nerves in ten seconds flat. The staff of St David’s Medical Centre had been subjected to ten minutes’ worth so far. ‘Maybe Dr Singh will arrive any minute and rescue us.’

  There was no sign of any assistance when Janet hurried back into the main office a few minutes later. The young receptionist, Sandy Smith, was looking harassed.

  ‘I can’t find the file for Joshua Young anywhere and he’s Sophie’s next patient.’

  ‘Try Josh’s office,’ Janet advised. ‘There are often a few files lurking in a corner. Has Oliver had any luck tracking down our locum yet?’

  ‘No.’ Sandy bit her lip and looked even more harassed. ‘I’m supposed to ring the agency. I got distracted, hunting for that baby’s file. He won’t stop crying and the phone never stops ringing. See?’ Sandy pointed to the offending device as the telephone rang to illustrate her point.

  ‘I’ll get it.’ Janet grinned. ‘You go and see if you can find the file. Don’t worry too much if you can’t. I’m sure Sophie will cope.’

  Janet dealt quickly with the phone call. She was about to summon her next patient when Oliver beckoned from the office doorway.

  ‘I’ve got May Little in my room. Could you do a repeat ECG on her, please?’

  ‘You’re kidding!’ Janet’s dismay was evident. ‘I’ve got an eighteen-month check and immunisation waiting, and Mrs Endicott is here early for her iron shot and blood test. Miss Little’s ECG last Friday took me half an hour!’

  The patient’s name was ironically inappropriate. May Little was morbidly obese and the undergarments she used to try and give her bulk some semblance of shape made Janet think of attempts on Fort Knox. She was also a rather odd lady and Janet sighed at the prospect of another encounter so soon.

  ‘Is she undressed?’ she asked Oliver pointedly.

  Oliver was backing out of the office rapidly. ‘Not quite. I’ll send her down to you.’

  ‘Can’t you do it?’ Janet pleaded, but Oliver was now conveniently out of hearing range. Janet stepped out of the office and stood beneath the archway that separated the waiting room from the hallway. ‘Sorry, Mrs Endicott. I’ll be a few minutes yet.’

  ‘I’ve got an appointment with my hairdresser at eleven. I can’t wait all day, dear.’

  Janet smiled apologetically. Sandy appeared in the hallway, waving a manila case file triumphantly, and Janet’s smile brightened. ‘Good for you,’ she congratulated her.

  The front door opened as the telephone rang yet again. Janet hesitated but went back into the office to help Sandy cope for a minute. The new arrival was a woman who was balancing a child on one hip.

  ‘I’m Ruth Prendergast,’ she told Janet. ‘I haven’t got an appointment and we don’t even live in Christchurch. We’re just down here visiting my mother but Katy has been to see Dr Cooper once before and she’s really not very well this morning.’

  ‘What’s the problem?’ Janet smiled at the girl who did look rather pale.

  ‘I think she’s running a temperature and she won’t eat or drink anything. She’s unusually quiet as well. I know it’s probably nothing but Katy has had a heart murmur since birth and I do tend to worry about her.’

  ‘Did Dr Cooper know of her medical history?’

  ‘Oh, yes. He was marvellous. He even rang her doctor in Auckland to check up on things.’

  ‘How long ago would it have been since you saw Dr Cooper?’

  ‘I think it was about this time last year.’

  Sandy had finished her call. Janet pointed at a row of files separated from the main system. ‘See if you can find a file for Katy Prendergast amongst the casuals there.’ Janet turned back to Katy’s mother. ‘We’ll get someone to look at Katy as soon as we can, but I’m afraid you might have a bit of a wait. As you can see, we’re rather busy. Dr Cooper is away on his honeymoon and our locum hasn’t shown up yet.’ Janet heard Sandy groan behind her.

  ‘Oh, no! I still haven’t rung the agency.’

  Ruth Prendergast was smiling. ‘I don’t mind waiting. I feel a lot better just being somewhere close to medical assistance.’

  Janet nodded and smiled. ‘Make yourselves comfortable. There are plenty of books and toys.’
She could see Miss Little standing outside the office door. She was clutching a solid-looking handbag. A tight hat was jammed on her head and her thick woollen coat was firmly buttoned. Not quite undressed, indeed!

  Janet ushered her patient into the treatment room and closed the door behind them. ‘We’ll need to get you undressed, Miss Little, so I can take the ECG.’ Janet briskly pulled the curtain to screen the bed from the door.

  ‘Did you know that you have a cat in your waiting room?’

  ‘Yes. That’s Outboard. St David’s sort of acquired him quite recently. Did you not see him when you came in on Friday? He loves talking to people in the waiting room.’

  ‘I don’t like cats.’ Miss Little had made no move to start undressing. ‘They carry germs.’

  ‘We don’t let him come in here,’ Janet said reassuringly. ‘This is the only place we keep sterile equipment.’ She reached out an encouraging hand to relieve her patient of the handbag. ‘Have you been getting some more chest pain?’

  Miss Little backed away, a protective arm now enclosing the handbag. ‘Germs travel. They can go a very long way.’

  ‘Not this far.’ Janet decided to take a firm approach. ‘Just take off everything down to your petticoat for me, Miss Little. Like you did on Friday.’ Janet collected syringes, a vacutainer and tourniquet as she spoke. She opened a small cupboard to extract an ampoule of injectable iron solution. ‘I’ll be back in a minute or two, when you’re all ready.’ Janet moved briskly. She could do Mrs Endicott’s test and treatment in the side room. At least that would be one empty seat in the waiting area.

  Mrs Endicott was delighted at the unexpectedly prompt attention.

  ‘It’s not that I like to make a nuisance of myself,’ she explained to Janet. ‘I don’t even want to go to the hairdresser today. It’s far too nice a day to sit around for hours having a perm.’

  ‘It is a lovely day,’ Janet agreed. She tied the tourniquet around Mrs Endicott’s upper arm. ‘Just squeeze your hand for me a few times.’

  ‘A perfect drying day,’ Mrs Endicott continued contentedly. ‘Monday’s always been my washing day.’

  ‘Every day’s my washing day.’ Janet deftly inserted the needle and clicked the vacutube into the plastic holder. ‘But not today, unfortunately. I turned the washing machine on this morning and the next thing I knew I had a flood on the laundry floor.’

  ‘Oh, dear! You’ve got two little boys, too, haven’t you?’

  ‘Yes. Twins. Adam and Rory.’ Janet removed the full test tube and then pressed a cotton ball to Mrs Endicott’s elbow as she withdrew the needle. ‘They’re six. Nearly seven.’

  ‘You must have a lot of washing to do, then.’

  ‘Heaps.’ Janet agreed ruefully. She thought of the pile of muddy jeans, track pants and sweatshirts she had walked out on this morning, and sighed deeply. ‘In fact, it’s quite unbelievable how many items of clothing two small boys can go through over a weekend. If I don’t get the machine fixed tonight, they may well have to go to school tomorrow in their pyjamas.’ Janet picked up a syringe. ‘Let’s get this injection over with and that’ll be you. I’ll ring you when we get the results of this sample and let you know when we need to check your levels again. Hopefully, we’re getting your anaemia under control now.’

  Miss Little eyed the blood sample Janet carried back into the treatment room for labelling.

  ‘I hope you’re not intending to take any blood from me.’

  ‘Dr Spencer hasn’t ordered any blood tests, Miss Little. I think he wants to see the trace of your heart first.’ Janet looked disbelievingly at May Little’s foundation garment. Was it an antique or did they still manufacture genuine corsets? ‘Can we undo this lacing bit on the front?’ Janet struggled to keep her face straight. ‘I need to stick an electrode on just about here.’ She touched what felt like some steel reinforcement.

  ‘You just never know, do you?’

  ‘What about, Miss Little?’

  ‘What they do with the blood. What they really test it for.’

  ‘Oh, I don’t think they do anything they’re not asked to.’ Janet clipped the electrodes into place on the sticky patches. ‘They haven’t got the time and it’s all too expensive these days.’

  May Little looked unconvinced. ‘They already know too much,’ she informed Janet knowingly. ‘They’re not going to get any of my blood.’

  ‘Mmm.’ Janet ripped off the rhythm strip. If Miss Little needed a blood test Janet was going to make sure it was Oliver who did the deed. ‘Stay here for a moment, Miss Little. I’ll just get Dr Spencer to have a look at this.’

  Oliver was pacing around his consulting room. ‘Would you believe it?’ he demanded of Janet incredulously. ‘The locum agency just rang to ask if we’d had the message from Dr Singh. Apparently her mother took ill and she flew back to India yesterday. They wait until 11 a.m. and then ring to ask if we want someone else.’

  ‘What did you say?’

  ‘I said of course we want someone else. We wanted someone else at 9 a.m. Before the waiting room started overflowing.’

  Janet winced at the choice of vocabulary. She would have to find time to ring a washing-machine repair firm or she would be in trouble tomorrow morning. Oliver was still speaking distractedly.

  ‘Poor Sophie’s not feeling at all well herself. She threw up three times before we even got to work.’

  ‘She’s got the written exam for her GP registration tomorrow, hasn’t she? Is it nerves, do you think?’

  ‘No.’ Oliver couldn’t suppress a grin as he reached for the ECG trace Janet was holding outstretched. ‘We’re pregnant.’

  Janet gasped in surprise. ‘I didn’t even think of that!’

  ‘Neither did we.’ Oliver was still grinning. ‘Toni did. She thought that was why Sophie was so tired and hungry all the time, but she didn’t miss a period. Twice. They were a lot lighter, she said, but they were still on time. You could have bowled us both over when we got the results of the blood test. I talked a mate into doing a scan over the weekend and it turns out she’s about ten weeks along.’

  Janet was nodding vigorously. ‘The same thing happened to me. Exactly. Only I didn’t find out until I was twelve weeks pregnant. Gave the father enough time to swan off and get someone else pregnant.’

  ‘You’re joking!’ Oliver’s face was a picture of disgust. ‘I never knew. What a bastard!’

  ‘You said it.’ Janet tried to lighten the atmosphere with a grin. ‘No wonder I was put off men for life, was it? No chance now, even if the twins are desperate for a father.’

  ‘Did he know about the twins?’

  ‘No.’ Janet looked thoughtful. ‘I was going to tell him but there didn’t seem much point when I found out about the other woman.’ Janet laughed without a trace of amusement. ‘She was my best friend, would you believe?’

  Oliver didn’t look amused either. ‘We’re not all like that, Jan. You’ll find the right person one of these days.’

  ‘That’s the problem, Oliver,’ Janet said sadly. She kept her gaze on the ECG strip which Oliver appeared to have forgotten he was holding. ‘I thought I had found the right person. I was so sure of it. Now I’ll never be able to trust my own judgment again.’ She managed another smile. ‘Anyway, I’m so pleased about you and Sophie. That’s great news.’

  ‘Thanks. We’re delighted. At least, I’m delighted and I’m sure Sophie will be, too, when she stops throwing up all the time.’ Oliver finally spread the trace out beside the one already on his desk. ‘That’s good.’ He nodded seconds later. ‘No change at all. Tell her to come back in as soon as she’s dressed.’

  ‘You’ve probably got time for a coffee,’ Janet told him dryly. ‘Or you could have a quick look at a wee girl in the waiting room. She’s a casual, in town visiting her grandmother, but she’s been here before to see Josh. She’s running a fever and is anorexic. She’s also got a cardiac history of some kind.’

  ‘OK. Put her in the side room and I’
ll be there in a minute. I hope we don’t get too many casuals today.’

  ‘What did the agency say in the end?’

  ‘They’ll send someone else. When or if they can find someone. There’s a heavy demand for locums at present. Apparently we’re in the middle of conference season.’

  Luckily, Miss Little had decided to dress herself again without waiting for clearance. Janet despatched her towards Oliver’s room. There was an unusual silence in the waiting area as she headed back to the front office. All conversation had stopped. Sandy was staring over the counter, looking slightly pale. Janet’s nose provided the first clue to the new development to the day. Young Katy Prendergast had vomited, dousing both the carpet and the contents of the toy basket. Eighteen-month-old Toby Dawson was openly fascinated. Katy’s mother was appalled.

  ‘Oh, I’m so sorry! Can I find something to clean up with?’

  ‘I’ll do that,’ Janet told her. ‘Don’t worry. These things happen.’ She nudged Sandy. ‘Take Katy and her mum down to the side room. Get one of the cardboard containers out of my dressings cupboard in case Katy feels sick again.’

  Joshua Young’s mother emerged from Sophie Bennett’s room. Joshua was still howling and his mother looked weary. Her expression changed and her nose wrinkled with distaste as she moved towards the counter. Sophie followed her patient out. Her eyes widened in dismay as she neared the waiting room, then she clapped her hand over her mouth and nose and ran for the toilet, slamming the door hurriedly shut behind her.

  Janet donned gloves and quickly gathered a bucket of hot water and disinfectant, tucking a supply of floor cloths under her arm. Toby’s mother was trying to keep the active toddler away from the toy basket.

  ‘Take him into the treatment room, Margaret,’ Janet suggested. ‘I won’t be long. Sorry to have kept you waiting.’

  ‘No problem.’ Toby’s mother smiled. ‘You look like you’re having a bad morning.’

  Janet nodded wearily. There were still three people left in the waiting room after Margaret and Toby left. One was waiting to see Sophie who had still not emerged from the toilet. May Little was in Oliver’s room and Katy was next in line for his attention. The elderly Mr Beaumont and his wife would have to wait a while longer for their appointment to see Dr Spencer.