Harlequin Medical Romance August 2017--Box Set 1 of 2 by Annie O'Neil

Author:Annie O'Neil
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488022111
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

BEA KNEW SHE should be at home, but restless sleep was worse than a bit of focused work, right? Just the idea of going back to her lonely apartment, with its plain single bed, and no green-eyed pediatricians lying in wait to pull up the covers and have a good snuggle…

“Are you sure you’re happy to cover for me?” Rhianna handed over a stethoscope, not even waiting for an answer.

“You said a couple of hours, right?”

She smiled as Rhianna turned her Irish brogue up another notch and launched into an assurance that, with heaven as her witness, she’d be back before Cinderella had a blessed thing to be worried about.

Bea pursed her lips and gave them a little wriggle. The fairy-tale princess reference wasn’t lost on her, but a quick glance to Rhianna, who was busy slicking on a fresh layer of lip gloss and lavishing her lashes with a thick coat of mascara showed she was being silly.

Stop being so sensitive!

Bea sat down on the long wooden bench and undid the straps of her sandals to change them for her sneakers, surprised to see her feet were a tiny bit swollen. Pregnancy symptom? Her mind raced through all the worst-case scenarios swollen feet at this point in a pregnancy might mean, then gave her head a sharp shake.

Probably just too much walking in flat sandals and having all her hopes and dreams plummet to the soles of her feet. Or something like that anyway.

“Ooh!” She put on a cockney accent and repeated something she’d heard a teenager say the other day as she gave her feet a rub. “My dogs are barking!”

“Hold on, there.” Rhianna ducked her head down so she was level with Beatrice’s eyes. Quite the feat now she’d popped on impossibly high cork-heeled sandals. “Is that you backing out already?” She swiftly pulled out her mobile phone and held it at arm’s length. “Am I going to have to send a text to the lads and tell them no?”

“The lads?” Beatrice raised her eyebrows. She’d heard of a few summer romances beginning to blossom among the collection of seasonal staff, but…lads?

“Sure!” A blush appeared on Rhianna’s cream and freckled complexion. “There’s a whole squad of ’em over here—from Denmark, I think. They’re all blond and rugged, and I’m sure half of ’em are called Thor.”

“Thor?” Beatrice intoned drily.

“Or Erik.” Rhianna struck what she guessed was meant to be a Viking pose, waved away Bea’s disbelief, then adroitly twisted one of the male doctors’ shaving mirrors to her advantage, lowering her eyelids to half-mast to receive a whoosh of eyeshadow as she continued her story. “They’re up here on some sort of epic paragliding trip, or some such. One of them was in earlier today. He had a right old bash on his thigh from where he’d landed on some gravel instead of the meadow he’d been aiming for.”

She gave a swift eye roll. Clearly the injury hadn’t stood in the way of a bit of flirtation.

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