River Angels by Stacey Reynolds

Author:Stacey Reynolds [Reynolds, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary
ISBN: 1230002457055
Publisher: Stacey Reynolds
Published: 2017-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

Liam greeted the delivery truck, wondering what could be coming that couldn’t go through the regular mail. The gentleman addressed him in Portuguese and asked him if he could sign for a package for the hospital. It was from a medical supply company he was familiar with, out of Shannon. He’d expected to see the abbess’s name on it, or maybe Seamus. What he saw instead made him grin so wide, he thought his face was going to crack.

He grabbed the dolly from Paolo’s garden shed, loading the large box. Then he wheeled it toward the surgery. As he came in the door, he sighed before he could bite it back. Izzy on her toes, reaching to tighten the new surgical lantern. It had been donated by one of the hospitals competing for her affections. She was in loose, white scrubs. And a sliver of belly was showing, because her arms were raised high. No more than an inch. But that’s the way it was with her. It didn’t take much to crank him up. “Ye’ve got a delivery.”

She looked past the lamp and crinkled her brow. “I don’t think so. I didn’t order anything. How do you know it’s for me?”

He smiled and read the label. “Doctor Isolde Collier, MD.”

She groaned. Then she came around the surgical table and snatched the handle of the dolly out of his hand. “If you laugh, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

“You’re always threatening to beat me up, Is…” she shot him a look, “solde.” He said with a mocking grin. She stopped and took a swat at him, not really meaning to hurt him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, until they were nose to nose, her chin raised defiantly.

“Now how does an Italian, slash Welsh, slash German, slash American girl like you end up named after an Irish Princess?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “My mother is a big Wagner fan. She was pregnant with me when she saw the Tristan and Isolde opera. I prefer Izzy. End of story.”

Liam said, “Isolde is a pretty name. Too feminine for you? You’d rather have been named something like Knuckles Malone?”

Her mouth raised up on one corner. Then she extracted herself from him. She went to the package, reading the whole invoice. She was silent, staring at the piece of paper. Quiet so long that Liam came next to her and took the paper. She cleared her throat. “It’s from your mother,” she said softly. “Or rather, a donation from the birthing center where she works.”

“Jesus, Izzy. It’s a new ultrasound machine. How did she know we needed one?”

“She and I were talking about the lack of supplies, the substandard x-ray machine, the fact that we were using our crappy ultrasound machine to diagnose breast tumors as well as doing pre-natal scans. I mean, it was just general complaining. I didn’t expect her to….”

Liam smiled, “She’s a midwife, and she’s had breast cancer. Then there’s the whole Caitlyn thing.

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