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  A love worth fighting for...

  Cardiologist Thomas Wolfe’s specialty is mending broken hearts, but no one knows how much his own still hurts five years on...

  Torn apart by the sadness of losing their little girl, Tom and his ex-wife, transplant surgeon Rebecca Scott, are virtually strangers, until they’re thrown together again at Paddington’s to save the life of another very special little girl. Can a miracle surgery prove that it’s never too late to give love a second chance?

  Paddington Children’s Hospital

  Caring for children—and captivating hearts!

  The doctors and nurses of Paddington Children’s Hospital are renowned for their expert care of their young patients, no matter the cost. And now, as they face both a heart-wrenching emergency and a dramatic fight to save their hospital, the stakes are higher than ever!

  Devoted to their jobs, these talented professionals are about to discover that saving lives can often mean risking your heart...

  Available now in the thrilling Paddington Children’s Hospital miniseries:

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  Mommy, Nurse...Duchess? by Kate Hardy

  Falling for the Foster Mom by Karin Baine

  Healing the Sheikh’s Heart by Annie O’Neil

  A Life-Saving Reunion by Alison Roberts

  Dear Reader,

  How far back can you remember?

  My earliest memory is of a pair of red shoes that I had when I was three years old. (I still love red shoes!) And my love of big ships came from traveling from New Zealand to England when I was five years old. It took six weeks and I loved every minute of it.

  I lived in London for eighteen months. My dad, who was a doctor, had a job at Hammersmith Hospital and we lived in a basement apartment on Prince Albert Road—so close to the zoo that we could hear the animals at night sometimes. I started school there and a favorite place to play was on Primrose Hill.

  Setting a story in a place that was such an important part of my early life is such a treat and I even got to play in Regent’s Park and on Primrose Hill again. :)

  Working with my talented colleagues at Harlequin Medical Romance is also a treat and the threads in this series are very strong and so emotional that it was, at times, a heart-wrenching story to write.

  What a privilege to bring those threads together and not only complete a story that gives two people the chance of a love that will last for the rest of their lives, but also celebrate the finale of all the other stories and the resolution of the conflict that runs through the Paddington Children’s Hospital series.

  Happy reading!

  With love,

  Alison

  A LIFE-SAVING REUNION

  Alison Roberts

  Books by Alison Roberts

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  Praise for Alison Roberts

  “The author gave me wonderful enjoyable moments of conflict and truth-revealing moments of joy and sorrow... I highly recommend this book for all lovers of romance with medical drama as a backdrop and second-chance love.”

  —Contemporary Romance Reviews on NYC Angels: An Explosive Reunion

  “This is a deeply emotional book, dealing with difficult life and death issues and situations in the medical community. But it is also a powerful story of love, forgiveness and learning to be intimate... There’s a lot packed into this novella. I’m impressed.”

  —Goodreads on 200 Harley Street: The Proud Italian

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM THE SURGEON'S CINDERELLA BY SUSAN CARLISLE

  CHAPTER ONE

  HE’D KNOWN THIS wasn’t going to be easy.

  He’d known that some cases were going to be a lot harder than others.

  But Dr Thomas Wolfe had also known that, after the very necessary break, he had been ready to go back to the specialty that had always been his first love.

  Paediatric cardiology.

  Mending broken little hearts...

  And some not so little, of course. Paddington Children’s Hospital cared for an age range from neonates to eighteen-year-olds. After dealing only with adults for some years now, Thomas was probably more comfortable interacting with the adolescents under his care here but he’d more than rediscovered his fascination with babies in the last few months. And the joy of the children who were old enough to understand how sick they were, brave kids who could teach a lot of people things about dealing with life.

  Or kids that touched your heart and made doing the best job you possibly could even more of a priority. It had to be carefully controlled, mind you. If you let yourself get too close, it could not only affect your judgement, but it could also end up threatening to destroy you.

  And Thomas Wolfe wasn’t about to let that happen again.

  He had to pause for a moment, standing in the central corridor of Paddington’s cardiology ward, right beside the huge, colourful cut-outs of Pooh Bear and friends that decorated this stretch of wall between the windows of the patients’ rooms. Tigger seemed to be grinning down at him—mid-bounce—as Thomas pretended to read a new message on his pager.

  This had become the hardest case since he’d returned to Paddington’s. A little girl who made it almost impossible to keep a safe distance. Six-year-old Penelope Craig didn’t just touch the hearts of people who came to know her. She grabbed it with both hands and squeezed so hard it was painful.

  It wasn’t that he needed a moment to remind himself how important it was to keep that distance, because he had been honing those skills from the moment he’d stepped back through the doors of this astonishing, old hospital and they were already ingrained enough to be automatic. He just needed to make sure the guardrails were completely intact because if there was a weak area, Penny would be the one to find it and push through.

  And that couldn’t be allowed to happen.

  With a nod, as if he’d read an important message on his pager, Thomas lifted his head and began moving towards the nearest door. There was no hesitation as he tapped to announce his arrival and then entered the room with a smile.

  His smile faltered for a split second as Julia Craig, Penny’s mother, caught his gaze with the unspoken question that was always there now.

  Is today the day?

  His response was as silent as the query.

  No. Today’s not the day.

  The communication was already well practised enough to be no slower than the blink of an eye. Penny certainly hadn’t noticed.

  ‘Look, Dr Wolfe! I can dance.’

  The fact that Penny was out of her bed meant that today was one of her better ones. She still had her nasal cannula stuck in place with a piece of sticky tape on each cheek, the long plastic tube snaking behind her to where it connected with the main oxygen supply, but she was on her feet.

  No, she was actually standing on her tippy-toes, her arms drooping gracefully over the frill of her bright pink tutu skirt. And then she tried to turn in a circle but the tubing got in the way and she lost her balance and sat down with a suddenness that might have upset many children.

  Penny just laughed.

  ‘Oops.’ Julia scooped her daughter into her arms as the laughter turned to gasping.

  ‘I can...’ Penny took another gulp of air. ‘I can...do it. Watch!’

  ‘Next time.’ Julia lifted Penny onto her bed. ‘Dr Wolfe is here to see you and he’s very busy. He’s got lots of children to look after today.’

  ‘But only one who can dance.’ Thomas smiled. ‘Just like a Ballerina Bear.’

  Penny’s smile could light up a room. Big grey eyes turned their attention to the television on the wall, where her favourite DVD was playing and a troupe of fluffy bears wearing tutus were performing what seemed to be a cartoon version of Swan Lake.

  ‘I just want to listen to your heart, if that’s okay.’ Thomas unhooked his stethoscope from around his neck.

  Penny nodded but didn’t turn away from the screen. She lifted her arms above her head and curled her finger as she tried to mimic the movements of the dancing bears.

  Thomas noted the bluish tinge to his small patient’s lips. Putting the disc of his stethoscope against a chest scarred by more than one major surgery, he listened to a heart that was trying its best to pump enough blood around a small body but failing a little more each day.

  The new medication regime was helping but it wasn’t enough. Penny had been put on the waiting list for a heart transplant weeks ago and the job of Thomas and his team was to keep her healthy for long enough that the gift of a long life might be possible. It was a balancing act of drugs to help her heart pump more effectively and control the things that made it harder, like the build-up of fluid in her tissues and lungs. Limiting physical activity was unfortunately a necessity now, as well, and to move further than this room required that Penny was confined to a wheelchair.

  The odds of a heart that was a good match becoming available in time weren’t great but, as heartbreaking as that was, it wasn’t why this particular case was proving so much more difficult than other patients he had on the waiting list for transplants.

  Penny was a direct link to his past.

  The past he’d had to walk away from in order to survive.

  * * *

  He’d met Penny more than six years ago. Before she was even born, in fact—when ultrasound tests had revealed that the baby’s heart had one of the most serious congenital defects it could have, with the main pumping chamber too small to be effective. She’d had her first surgery when she was only a couple of weeks old and he’d been the doctor looking after her both before and after that surgery.

  He’d spent a lot of time with Penny’s parents, Julia and Peter Craig, and he’d felt their anguish as acutely as if it had been his own.

  That was what becoming a parent yourself could do to you...

  Gwen had only been a couple of years older than Penny so she would have been eight now. Would she have fallen in love with the Ballerina Bears, too? Be going to ballet lessons, perhaps, and wearing a pink tutu on top of any other clothing, including her pyjamas?

  The thought was no more than a faint, mental jab. Thomas had known that working with children again might stir up the contents of that locked vault in his head and his heart but he knew how to deal with it.

  He knew to step away from the danger zone.

  He stepped away from the bed, too. ‘It’s a lovely day, today,’ he said, looping the stethoscope around his neck again. ‘Maybe Mummy can take you outside into the sunshine for a bit.’

  A nurse came into the room as he spoke and he glanced at the kidney dish in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. ‘After you’ve had all your pills.’

  ‘Are you in a rush?’ Julia was on her feet, as well. ‘Have you got a minute?’ She glanced at her daughter, who was still entranced by the dancing bears on the screen. ‘I’ll be back in a minute, Penny. Be a good girl and swallow all those pills for Rosie, okay?’

  ‘’kay.’ Penny nodded absently.

  ‘Of course she will,’ Rosie said. ‘And then I want to know all the names of those bears, again. Who’s the one with the sparkly blue fur?’

  ‘Sapphire,’ Thomas could hear Penny saying as he held the door open for Julia. If she had concerns about her daughter’s condition, they needed to go somewhere else to discuss it. ‘She’s my favourite. And the green one’s Emerald and...the red one’s Ruby...’

  The relatives’ room a little further down the corridor was empty. Thomas closed the door behind them and gestured for Julia to take one of the comfortable chairs available.

  ‘Are you sure you’ve got time?’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘I just... I just wanted to ask you more about what you said yesterday. I tried to explain to Peter last night but I think I made it sound a lot worse than...than you did...’ Julia was fighting tears now.

  Thomas nudged the box of tissues on the coffee table closer and Julia gratefully pulled several out.

  ‘You mean the ventricular assist device?’

  Julia nodded, the wad of tissues pressed to her face.

  ‘You said...you said it would be the next step, when...if...things got worse.’

  Thomas kept his tone gentle. ‘They sound scary, I know, but it’s something that’s often used as a bridge to transplant. For when heart failure is resistant to medical therapy, the way Penny’s is becoming.’

  ‘And you said it might make her a lot better in the meantime?’

  ‘It can improve circulation and can reverse some of the other organ damage that heart failure can cause.’

  ‘But it’s risky, isn’t it? It’s major surgery...’

  ‘I wouldn’t suggest it if the risks of going on as we are were less than the risks of the surgery. I know Penny’s having a better day today but you already know how quickly that can change and it gets a little more difficult to control every time.’

  Julia blew her nose. ‘I know. That last time she had to go to intensive care, we thought...we thought we were going to lose her...’

  ‘I know.’ Thomas needed to take in a slow breath. To step away mentally and get back onto safe ground. Professional ground.

  ‘A VAD could make Penny more mobile again and improve her overall condition so that when a transplant becomes available, the chances of it being successful are that much higher. It’s a longer term solution to control heart failure and they can last for years, but yes, it is a major procedure. The device is attached to the heart and basically takes over the work of the left ventricle by bypassing it. Let’s make a time for me to sit down with both you and Peter and I can talk you through it properly.’

  Julia had stopped crying. Her eyes were wide.

  ‘What do you mean by “more mobile”? Would we be able to take her home again while we wait?’

  ‘I would hope so.’ Thomas nodded. ‘She would be able to go back to doing all the things she would normally do at home. Maybe more, even.’

  Julia had her fingers pressed against her lips. Her voice was no more than a whisper. ‘Like...like dancing lessons, maybe?’

  Oh...he had to look away from that hope shining through the new tears in Julia’s eyes. The wall of the relatives’ room was a much safer place.

  ‘I’ll tell Peter when he comes in after work. How soon can we make an appointment to talk about it?’

  ‘Talk to Maria on the ward reception desk. She seems to know my diary as well as I do.’ He got to his feet, still not risking a direct glance at Julia’s face.

  From the corner of his eye, he could see Julia turn her head. Was she wondering what had caught his attention?

  He was being rude. He turned back to his patient’s mother but now Julia was staring at the wall.

  ‘My life seems to be full of teddy bears,’ she said.

  Thomas blinked at the random comment. ‘Oh? You mean the dancing kind?’

  ‘And here, look. This is about the Teddy Bears’ Picnic in Regent’s Park. Well, Primrose Hill, actually. For transplant families.’

  The poster had only been a blur of colour on the wall but now Thomas let his gaze focus.

  And then he wished he hadn’t.

  Right in the middle of a bright collage of photos was one of a surgeon, wearing green theatre scrubs, with a small child in her arms. The toddler was wearing only a nappy so the scar down the centre of her chest advertised her major cardiac surgery. The angelic little girl, with her big, blue eyes and mop of golden curls, was beaming up at her doctor and the answering smile spoke of both the satisfaction of saving a small life and a deep affection for her young patient.

  ‘That’s Dr Scott,’ Julia said. ‘Rebecca. But you know that, of course.’

  Of course he did.

  ‘She did the surgery on Penny when she was a baby—but you know that too. How silly of me. You were her doctor back then, too.’ Julia made an apologetic face. ‘So much has happened since then, it becomes a bit of a blur, sometimes.’

  ‘Yes.’ Thomas was still staring at Rebecca’s face. Those amazing dark, chocolate-coloured eyes which had been what had caught his attention first, all those years ago, when he’d spotted her in one of his classes at medical school. The gleaming, straight black hair that was wound up into a knot on the back of her head, the way it always was when she was at work.