Reunited with Her Secret Prince

by Susanne Hampton

  “I need to tell you something,” he began. “It’s something that I’ve wanted to tell you since I met you.”

  “That you still care for me?”

  “That, and something else...”

  “If it’s true that you still care for me, then the something else can wait until tomorrow,” she told him as she stood up and looked into his eyes.

  “I still care more than you could know.”

  “Then let’s not talk anymore... Let’s just have tonight.”

  Daniel didn’t want to argue. He wanted Libby. What he had to say could wait until morning.

  His arms reached for her like a man possessed. His mouth hovered inches from hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

  Libby nodded, and with her head tilted upward, she stood on her tiptoes to meet his lips. Unable to wait a moment longer, his mouth met hers with a tenderness and urgency that she returned. Within moments, Daniel scooped her into his arms and carried her to his suite and to the bed that would be theirs for the night.

  Dear Reader,

  Sometimes life gives us a second chance at a love we could never forget...and one summer it did just that for nurse Libby McDonald and Dr. Daniel Dimosa.

  Libby reluctantly agreed to be a part of the medical team tending to the hospital’s wealthiest benefactor during a cruise in the Caribbean. It’s Daniel’s final assignment on the ocean before he returns to a small European principality his family has ruled for centuries to allow his father to abdicate. Libby and Daniel have one week to learn to trust each other enough to let their hearts rule their heads and mend the past. But there are complications. Daniel has more than one royal secret he has kept from Libby...and she has one of her own. Will they be able to leave the past behind and open their hearts once again? Or do they both still have too much to protect? There are only seven days to make the most important decision of their lives.

  I hope you enjoy being swept away to the Caribbean on a luxury yacht to exotic ports of call with a mysterious prince and the woman he could never forget.

  Warmest regards,

  Susanne

  Reunited with Her Secret Prince

  Susanne Hampton

  Married to the man she met at eighteen, Susanne Hampton is the mother of two adult daughters, Orianthi and Tina. She has enjoyed a varied career path but finally found her way to her favorite role of all: Harlequin Medical Romance author. Susanne has always read romance novels and says, “I love a happy-ever-after, so writing for Harlequin is a dream come true.”

  Books by Susanne Hampton

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  Christmas Miracles in Maternity

  White Christmas for the Single Mom

  The Monticello Baby Miracles

  Twin Surprise for the Single Doc

  Midwives On-Call

  Midwife’s Baby Bump

  Unlocking the Doctor’s Heart

  Back in Her Husband’s Arms

  Falling for Dr. December

  A Baby to Bind Them

  A Mommy to Make Christmas

  The Doctor’s Cinderella

  Mending the Single Dad’s Heart

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com.

  To my amazing family and friends who have supported and encouraged my writing journey...and unknowingly given me the most wonderful inspiration for my characters.

  Praise for Susanne Hampton

  “What a fun, intense, enjoyable read Ms. Hampton has delivered in this story... Kept me entertained from start to finish... The chemistry between this couple is strong and convincing; the romance was well worth the wait.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on Mending the Single Dad’s Heart

  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM A STOLEN KISS WITH THE MIDWIFE BY JULIETTE HYLAND

  PROLOGUE

  IT WAS THE twelfth of June, a perfect summer’s day in the northern hemisphere, and one that nurse Libby McDonald would never forget.

  It was the day her life changed for ever. Perched precariously on the edge of her bed, she struggled to fill her lungs with air as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Her life was suddenly spinning out of control and Libby was powerless to change anything, which was completely at odds with her character. She was, without exception, calm even in the most stressful times but this was not Cardiology or the ER and she was not triaging patients; she was suddenly trying to triage her escalating fears. And failing miserably.

  Her emerald green eyes darted from the test results to the floor and back again as her fingers nervously tapped on the side of her bed, making a sound barely audible above the beating of her heart. It was as though if she didn’t stare too long in the direction of the test strip, it wouldn’t be real. But it was real. There were no faint lines. There was no ambiguity about it. Libby was going to have the baby of the man who had exited her life as mysteriously as he had entered it.

  The boldness of the two lines on the pregnancy test were almost screaming the result at her.

  And reminding her of her poor judgement when she fell in love so quickly and realised in hindsight that while she had thought he was everything she was looking for and more, she had fallen in love with a man she really didn’t know at all.

  Her life would most definitely be nothing close to the ‘white picket fence’ perfect one that she had imagined. The one where she was happily married to the man of her dreams, living in a rustic cottage by the ocean with a baby on the way. In reality, while Libby had a baby on the way, she was renting a condo in Oakland, about 20 minutes from San Francisco and not not too far from her retired parents. And she was still paying off her student loan while trying to save for a car to replace the ageing one in the driveway.

  There was nothing perfect about her life in her mind, at least not any more. Less than two months earlier she had thought it was as perfect as any woman could dream possible when she’d unexpectedly found herself falling in love. He was a six-foot-two dark-haired, handsome and charismatic doctor and they had been working together at the hospital for almost a month when she had taken a leap of faith and changed their relationship status from colleagues to lovers by inviting him home late one night. While it had been out of character for Libby since they hadn’t been actually dating, it had felt right.

  They had spent many hours working together in ER and they had been sharing lunch whenever possible and having lengthy discussions about their mutual love of medicine over late-night coffee when ER was quiet and they could steal away to the twenty-four-hour cafeteria. He had encouraged Libby to consider specialising in Cardiology when she’d told him how much she enjoyed rotations in that department and he had gone so far as to find out the next study intake for her.

  She had tried to hide her growing feelings for him but at times that had been almost impossible. Observing him with patients, many seen under extreme duress, Libby’s admiration had grown by the day. He had been equally as kind and caring as he was thorough and responsive, and she had watched as his knowledge and experience had changed the outcomes for many crit
ically ill patients. Her professional respect had blossomed into something so much more.

  Libby could not help but notice that his demeanour had seemed a little sombre and distant at times, but his mood had always seemed to lift when he’d seen her and she’d felt like she was floating whenever he was around.

  She had only dated two men before him, one just out of college for a year before they’d both realised they were better off as friends and then there had been another six-month relationship with a medical student that had been set up by their mothers. When it had ended it had broken their respective mothers’ hearts but not their own. And neither relationship had been overly passionate, closer to lukewarm, so she had decided to concentrate on her studies and her career.

  But that fateful night when she had acted on her growing feelings, he had made her believe she was the only woman in the world. The way he’d held her and made love to her had made her naively trust that he was the man who would love her for ever. As she’d lain in the warmth of his tender embrace, with the dappled moonlight shining through the open drapes, listening to him gently sleeping, she’d hoped that since they had crossed over from colleagues to lovers, she would learn more about his life outside the hospital and over time something of his family, his past and his dreams for the future.

  Libby had thought in her heart she had found the one.

  But the opportunity to learn anything about him outside medicine had never come as the next morning she had awoken to find him gone. His side of her bed had been cold and empty and she’d soon learned the devastating truth that he had left town. He had given notice at the hospital that morning via email and disappeared. Very quickly she’d discovered he was not the one.

  Almost eight weeks later she was facing the biggest challenge of her twenty-nine years and the fact that the one night they had shared had changed her life from nurse to single mother despite them taking precautions. There would be no better half to help her. No partner to share the joy and the pain.

  Libby no longer cared to know anything about the man, his life or his past. What she did know was that she would have to face this alone and she also knew that she could never again allow her emotions to cloud her judgement. And never let her heart rule her head.

  Collapsing back across the bed and staring at the ceiling fan as it slowly made circles in the warm air, Libby couldn’t pretend, even to herself, to be surprised by the confirmation of her pregnancy. Her hands instinctively covered her stomach. There was no physical sign but in her heart she was already protective of her baby. Even in the pharmacy as she’d purchased the test that afternoon, she’d thought her action was redundant.

  She had been feeling nauseous for almost six weeks and she had eaten more olives, fish and bread than she cared to remember in the preceding days. Which for anyone else might not be odd, except Libby detested olives. But, like a woman possessed, she had driven to the late-night supermarket close to midnight in search of black olives. They had to be Kalamata olives. And artisan bread. And that week she had started visiting the fish market and she ordinarily hated the smell of fresh fish.

  Her cravings were Mediterranean, just like the father of her unborn child. The man who had shattered her heart and her trust.

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door, breaking through the jumbled thoughts that were threatening to send her mad.

  ‘Hello...anyone gorgeous at home? Other than me, I mean?’ the voice chirped loudly.

  She recognised the voice of her best friend, Bradley. The rock in her life since nursing school. She had been expecting him but was clueless as to how he would react as he hadn’t known she had even been interested in someone and Libby had never kept secrets from Bradley. Slowly she sat up and then climbed to her feet. Her legs were still shaking and her mind racing.

  ‘The door’s unlocked and I’m in my room, Bradley... There’s something I need to tell you.’

  * * *

  Thirty minutes later, they both sat staring in silence at their empty iced tea glasses. Bradley had moved Libby into the kitchen and insisted that she have a cool drink and something to eat. He had brought home two cupcakes from the local bakery and there were now only crumbs on their plates. She suspected that he needed something to calm his nerves as much as her. Learning about her pregnancy had come out of left field for him.

  ‘He’s a lying, deceitful bastard on every level.’

  ‘I feel so stupid. I mean, I didn’t really know him, not outside work, but we just clicked. We talked for hours literally and it seemed right. But it was so wrong. And I don’t have that much dating experience, not in last few years anyway. I guess I read too much into it.’

  ‘He clearly wanted you to read into it. He’s a dreadful excuse for a man.’

  ‘I’m an idiot.’

  Bradley patted her hand with his. ‘You’re not an idiot. Love just makes us do crazy things. Heaven knows, I’ve fallen for the wrong man more times than I care to recall.’

  Libby nodded. She was done with talking about the man who had broken her heart. And there would be no more tears either. She had shed enough in the weeks since he’d left to last her a lifetime and now she needed to focus on herself. And her baby.

  ‘I know it’s a lot but we’ve got this,’ he said with his chin definitely jutted and his hands on his hips. ‘I’m in this with you, all the way.’

  ‘That’s so sweet, Bradley, but I made a mess of everything. Not you. You’ve got a whole wide world out there. You don’t have to tie yourself down to me and...’ Libby paused as her gaze dropped to her stomach. ‘And my baby.’

  ‘What sort of gay best friend walks away from his best friend for ever and her baby? Not me, that’s for sure,’ he retorted, standing and reaching for both cups. He walked to the dishwasher, put them both inside then spun on his heel to face her with a look of determination. ‘You will be the most amazing mommy ever and I will be the most awesome, stylish uncle that any little poppet ever had. Ooh, I wonder if the baby will have your stunning red hair? Here’s hoping as I can see the tiny wardrobe already, hues of green and copper and, of course, yellow. Goodness, there’re so many choices ahead of us...’

  ‘What would I do without you?’ Libby cut in.

  ‘You’ll never know ’cos I’m not going anywhere. This baby will be loved and cherished. And my adorable niece or nephew will have anything in life that he or she wants.’

  Everything except a father, Libby thought, but said nothing as she swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked away the last of the tears stinging the corners of her eyes.

  ‘And we will throw the best birthday parties ever!’ Bradley continued, his face animated with excitement and his hands moving around wildly. ‘I can see them now. Like tiny carnivals with rides and cotton candy and a petting zoo.’

  Libby’s lips began to curl upwards as her spirits lifted just a little. ‘You’re spoiling the baby and we still have seven months to meet him or her.’

  ‘Of course it’s my responsibility as Uncle Bradley. I’m in your baby’s life for ever.’

  Libby felt a stab in her heart, wishing the father of her baby would be in their lives for ever too, but that would never be. She had no clue where he had gone. The hospital could not give Libby a forwarding address and he had not mentioned leaving to anyone other than his short, and apparently sudden, resignation email.

  Clearly, she meant nothing to him. Neither had their time together been as special as she had imagined. It had all been in her head. She had romanticised the entire affair. She feared he might feel the same about the child they had created but she would never know because there was no way for her to tell him.

  * * *

  As he sat staring out across the brilliant blue water Dr Daniel Dimosa’s thoughts unexpectedly returned to the gorgeous redheaded nurse who, only months earlier, had unknowingly made him forget about the uncertainty of his future, if only fo
r a few short weeks. She was sweet and kind and the woman he’d wanted but knew he couldn’t have. Not for ever, at least.

  Daniel had fought the attraction over the time they had spent together while he had been Acting Head of ER. He had valiantly attempted to keep their relationship professional. But he had failed. Her nursing skills, genuine empathy with patients and wonderfully warm, kind manner was nothing he had witnessed before. She would work past her shift to allay the fears of patients and their families, go the extra mile to transfer her knowledge to inexperienced medical students, and make all the medical team around her feel included and important. And against everything he had promised himself, he had begun to fear he was close to falling in love.

  No matter how much he’d tried, Daniel couldn’t ignore his feelings for her. He would look for excuses to spend time with her even over a coffee in the early hours of the morning at the twenty-four-hour cafeteria, but he’d still kept the conversation about their mutual love of medicine. Nothing about the past and nothing about the future.

  He couldn’t allow himself to make promises he couldn’t keep. Daniel had known it was only a matter of time until he would need to leave. He had long known he could not in any good conscience promise a future to any woman and for that reason he had kept his love life to flings with women who wanted nothing more.

  And for that reason Daniel had left that night without saying goodbye or offering an explanation. It wasn’t his to offer. Instead, he had climbed from the warmth of the bed they had shared and disappeared into the night. He had left without waking the woman who was beginning to steal his heart. He thought back to the moment he had gently moved the strand of red hair resting on her forehead and tenderly kissed her one last time as she’d lain sleeping like an angel. His heart had ached with every step he’d taken away from her. Knowing he would never see her again. Never make love to her again. Never hold her again.