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by Meredith Webber




  Rescued by the single mom

  As a nurse and single mom, Izzy Halliday has her hands full. The last thing she needs is the distraction of a man—even one as irresistible as new hospital director Nicholas Macpherson!

  Former army doc Mac has come to Wetherby to heal his soul—but the sparks flying between him and stunning redhead Izzy aren’t bringing him much peace! Mac is in search of a quiet life, but time with Izzy and her daughter soon teaches him the unexpected joys of a chaotic family life...

  ‘What’s the problem?’

  ‘Well, at the risk of sounding embarrassingly ridiculous, I’d like you to understand it’s just dinner...not a date.’

  Mac’s eyes twinkled—and her stomach churned.

  ‘I don’t date, you see,’ Izzy added, hoping to stop the churning with practicality. ‘Well, not at the moment.’

  ‘So dinner...not a date. That’s okay.’

  The smile playing around his words only added to the stomach-churning!

  She sighed again, shrugged, and finally said, ‘I can’t be late home.’

  And if he thought she hadn’t noticed the satisfied expression on his face as she finally agreed he was wrong.

  Used to getting his own way, was he?

  A sure sign this was a man to be wary of.

  Dear Reader,

  In this book you’ll meet Izzy, a foster child brought up by an extraordinary couple who have opened their home and their hearts to waifs and strays, fostering many children over a long period of time.

  The house is quiet now, the children all grown up, though Izzy remains living in The Old Nunnery with her foster parents and daughter Nikki. But because of the love they received from their foster parents, Hallie and Pop Halliday, the children are all close, and in the next three books you’ll meet more of them—Lila, Stephen and Marty—and follow their lives and their loves as they meet the people who will help them create their own families.

  These stories—Lila’s in particular—have been in my head for a long time, and somehow this seemed the right time to tell them. I hope you enjoy meeting ‘the Halliday Mob’, as they were always known around town, and following their lives as they seek families of their very own.

  Meredith Webber

  A Forever Family for the Army Doc

  Meredith Webber

  www.millsandboon.co.uk

  MEREDITH WEBBER lives on the sunny Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia, but takes regular trips west into the Outback, fossicking for gold or opal. These breaks in the beautiful and sometimes cruel red earth country provide her with an escape from the writing desk and a chance for her mind to roam free—not to mention getting some much needed exercise. They also supply the kernels of so many stories it’s hard for her to stop writing!

  Books by Meredith Webber

  Mills & Boon Medical Romance

  Wildfire Island Docs

  The Man She Could Never Forget

  A Sheikh to Capture Her Heart

  Date with a Surgeon Prince

  The Accidental Daddy

  The Sheikh Doctor’s Bride

  The One Man to Heal Her

  Visit the Author Profile page

  at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.

  When my sister and brother-in-law discovered they were unable to have children they began adopting babies and fostering older children, eventually adopting six of them. The family they blended together became very special—not only to each other but to our wider family—and brought fun and joy and laughter to all our lives. This particular sister has been my greatest support as a writer, and the first reader of all my books, so to Jenny, and all her family, this book and those that follow it are for you.

  Praise for Meredith Webber

  ‘The romance is emotional, passionate, and does not appear to be forced as everything happens gradually and naturally. The author’s fans and everyone who loves Sheikh romance are gonna love this one.’

  —Harlequin Junkie on

  The Sheikh Doctor’s Bride

  Contents

  Cover

  Back Cover Text

  Introduction

  Dear Reader

  Title Page

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Praise

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Extract

  Copyright

  CHAPTER ONE

  IZZY PACED HERSELF on the run along the coastal path, which, right now, bordered a small sheltered beach. Ahead, the path rose high over headland cliffs, and further on it wound through coastal scrub. A truly beautiful part of the world—the place she loved, the place she belonged.

  She’d been working nights, so this early-morning run was in the nature of a reward. A little treat before returning to her real world—making sure Nikki was ready for the start of the new term, catching up with her parents to get the latest family news, walking the dogs across the lush paddocks around the house—relaxing!

  Nikki!

  Her daughter would be thirteen next month—thirteen going on thirty—sensible, loving, doing well at school. So why was there always a little knot of worry tucked beneath Izzy’s sternum where Nikki was concerned?

  Izzy stopped—well, jogged on the spot—peering down onto the beach where an unidentifiable lump of something lay just beyond the lapping water.

  Too big to be a body, she told the lurch in her stomach, but best she check.

  Scrambling down over lumpy rocks from the path to the sandy beach, she caught a glimpse of movement up ahead.

  Someone else heading towards the unknown object?

  Or someone leaving the—

  No! It was definitely too big for a body; besides, the movement had now resolved into a person, tall, dark-haired—lots of dark hair—definitely heading for the lump.

  Izzy was the first to reach what was now apparent as a beached mammal, and knelt beside it, speaking quietly, touching it gently—a baby whale? Surely it must be because dolphins were a different shape, sleeker, their faces pointed, beaked...

  Although the sun was not yet high in the sky, the animal’s skin was hot. Izzy ripped off her T-shirt, dunked it in the waves and spread it over the animal’s back.

  ‘Good idea,’ a deep voice said. ‘I’ve a towel in my pack, I’ll get that.’

  He’d turned and was gone before Izzy could get a good look at him, nothing but an impression of a very unkempt man with a lot of facial hair and plenty more in a tangled mess all over his head.

  ‘Bring something like a bottle or a cup if you’ve got one, and clean water, too.’

  She yelled the order after him then returned to studying the animal, trying to remember things she’d learned when she and Nikki had visited Sea World some years ago.

  Sea mammals usually stranded themselves on their side.

  Tick!

  This one certainly had.

  The stranger returned.

  ‘Porpoise,’ he said in an authoritative voice.

  ‘You think? I thought maybe baby whale.’

  A shout of laughter made her look up, and up, to the tousled-haired man standing above her.

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��Whale calves are three times the size of this fellow and weigh a ton or more.’

  ‘Know-it-all,’ Izzy muttered to herself, but as the man had dunked his towel in the water and was efficiently covering the animal she could hardly keep arguing with him.

  And why was she arguing?

  Did it matter?

  ‘I think the first thing is to get it onto its belly.’

  Bit late now to tell him she’d already thought of that.

  ‘But the fresh water?’

  Ha, something she knew that he didn’t!

  Deep inside she wondered at the petty thoughts flashing through her head but hopefully he wouldn’t have noticed the momentary pause before she answered.

  ‘Just pour a little over each eye, like where he’d have an eyebrow, so it will run down. I seem to remember you need to keep the eyes moist but—’

  ‘The salt gets encrusted on them if you use sea water,’ he finished for her, smiling, so white teeth flashed in the mess of dark hair.

  And something gave a tiny tug in the pit of Izzy’s stomach...

  No! Not that! No way!

  Carefully he poured water to a point above first one eye, then the other, allowing the water to run down over both eyes.

  ‘I’m Mac,’ he said, screwing the lid back on the bottle to preserve the rest of the water.

  ‘Izzy,’ Izzy replied, lifting her hand towards his so they shook above the body of what was apparently a porpoise. ‘We’ll have to roll him this way, towards the sea, to get him on his belly and I think if we dig a hole along this side, he might turn easily.’

  ‘You’ve done this before?’ Mac asked, joining Izzy on the seaward side of the animal, and digging into the sand.

  ‘Nope, but I once went to a lecture about beached mammals. Big ones you shouldn’t roll because you can break their ribs, and, oh, you should keep the tail and flippers and this fin on the back wet because they cool themselves through these thinner bits of their body.’

  Mac, who’d brought a billycan as well as the bottle of water, began filling it and tipping it carefully onto the fins and tail while Izzy kept digging, focused on what she was doing so the tremor of—what? Awareness?—that tickled through her body when Mac settled beside her again, scraping sand away, almost passed unnoticed.

  Almost!

  What malign fate had brought him to this precise spot at this exact moment in time? Mac wondered as he knelt far too close to the half-naked woman and pulled sand away from the stranded animal.

  A three-week trek down the coast path had been an opportunity to clear his head and prepare himself for the new job that lay ahead—literally ahead, for this particular section of the coastal path ended at Wetherby, not far from Wetherby District Hospital, currently awaiting its new director.

  ‘Director’ was a glorified title when the hospital, from what he’d learned, only boasted two doctors, with a private practice of four GPs in support—

  ‘I think he’s tilting this way.’

  He glanced towards the speaker, who was completely oblivious to the effect she was having on his libido. She was kind of golden—like he imagined a sprite might be. She had golden skin, reddish-gold hair pulled ruthlessly back into a knot at the back of her head, but already escaping its confinement with damp little corkscrew curls flopping around her face. And golden eyes—well, probably brown, but with golden glints in them...

  Better to think of the whole of her than individual bits, like the soft breasts, encased in a barely-there bikini top that brushed his arm as they dug—

  He stood up, too aggravated by his wayward thoughts—not to mention the apparent return of his libido—to remain beside her.

  ‘I’ll lift the towel and shirt off it so we can replace them when it rolls,’ he said, and congratulated himself on sounding practical and efficient.

  ‘Good idea,’ the sprite said, stopping her digging and scraping for a moment to smile up at him.

  Oh, for Pete’s sake, she had a dimple...

  Fortunately for his sanity, the porpoise rolled into the hole they’d dug and now lay, snug on its belly, the rising tide sending wavelets splashing onto it.

  The sprite had leapt away just in time, but she’d caught the full brunt of the splash, so water and sand were now splattered across her skin as she danced up and down in delight, clapping her hands and telling the uncaring animal how clever he was.

  ‘Why do you assume it’s a male?’ Mac demanded, his reaction to the sight of her capering happiness making the words come out grouchier than he’d intended.

  Golden eyes lifted to his.

  ‘Honestly,’ she said, a smile barely hidden on her lips, ‘do you think a girl porpoise would be stupid enough to get into a fix like this?’

  ‘Hmmph!’

  He couldn’t recall ever making a ‘hmmph’ noise before but that was definitely how it came out, but it was time to be practical, not argue over male versus female in the stupidity stakes. He’d certainly been the stupid one in his marriage, assuming it had meant things like love and fidelity on both sides...

  Annoyed by the thought, he concentrated on the porpoise.

  ‘What do we do next?’

  Izzy studied the still stranded animal. At least it was right way up now, but was she keeping her eyes on it, so she didn’t have to look at the man—Mac?

  She’d been so delighted when their plan had worked, she’d looked up at him to share the success—straight into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Right there, deep in the tangled mess of dark hair, was a pair of truly breathtaking blue eyes. She was pretty sure her heart hadn’t stood still, even for an instant, but it sure had seemed like it...

  Think about the porpoise!

  ‘Maybe if we dig a trench, kind of extending our hole towards the sea, he might be able to slide forward as the tide rises.’

  ‘Or perhaps we should get help,’ the man with the blue eyes said, giving the impression he was done with the animal rescue business.

  Or maybe he was just being practical.

  ‘We’re three kilometres from town and I don’t have a phone—do you?’

  He looked put out as he shook his head, as if admitting he didn’t have a phone was some kind of weakness, but who in their right mind would want to carry a phone on a wilderness walk? There were small fishing and holiday villages along the route and anyone walking it was obliged to report each day’s destination so a search could be mounted if the walker didn’t turn up. And at this time of the year there’d be other people on the path—

  She looked up towards it—hopefully...

  No people right now.

  ‘So, it’s up to us,’ she said, hoping he’d stay so there’d be an ‘us’. ‘I don’t suppose you’re carrying a sleeping bag?’

  ‘A sleeping bag?’

  He seemed confused so she added quickly, ‘Thing you sleep in—the nights have been cool, I thought you might—’

  ‘I do know what a sleeping bag is,’ he growled, ‘I just can’t see why you’re asking.’

  Grouchy, huh?

  ‘For a sling,’ she explained, although the bemusement on his face suggested he still wasn’t with her. ‘Can you get it?’ she asked, very politely, and smiling as she spoke because she needed this man’s help and didn’t want to upset him any more than she already had.

  ‘We’ll try to slip it under him,’ she explained. ‘We probably should have done it before he rolled but it’s too late now, so we’ll just have to build a little pool for him. I don’t think we could lift him with the sleeping bag, but once the water rises and takes some of the weight, we’ll be able to guide him into deeper water.’

  ‘You want me to put my sleeping bag into the water for this animal?’

  The disbelief in his voice stopped all thoughts of politeness.
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  ‘Oh, stop complaining and go get it. This part of the track ends at Wetherby. I’ll buy you a new sleeping bag there.’

  He didn’t move for a moment, simply looking at her and shaking his head, as if she, not the stranded porpoise, was the problem.

  Muttering something under his breath—something that could have been about bossy women—he turned and strode away, long, strong legs eating up the distance back to the track.

  Izzy realised she was staring after him, shook her head in turn, and returned to digging with renewed determination.

  Better by far than thinking of the blue eyes or strong legs or the fact that the rest of him, now his T-shirt was wet and clung to a very well-developed chest, wasn’t too bad either.

  Aware that he was behaving like a loutish imbecile, Mac returned to his already diminished pack and pulled out his sleeping bag, unrolling and unzipping it so it was ready when he reached the water.

  Her idea was a good one—he should have thought of it himself.

  Was he annoyed because he hadn’t?

  Or because of his inexplicable awareness of the woman who had?

  Wasn’t he done with that kind of attraction?

  Not with women in general—he had several good women friends, some of whom, from time to time, he had taken to bed.

  Until that had become awkward—more than physical attraction creeping in—though not on his side.

  And the one thing he’d learned from his marriage was that physical attraction was dangerous. It messed with a man’s head, leading him to make rash decisions.

  And wasn’t his head holding enough mess already? The Iraq posting, then finding out about his wife and her physical attractions...

  Ex-wife!

  He shook his head to free it of the past and studied the animal as he approached, determined to take control of this situation.

  Wasn’t that what ED specialists did?

  ‘I’m deepening the hole—not easy because the sand just washes back in with the next wave but I think if we persist we can do it,’ the woman, Izzy, said. ‘Do you mind wetting his eyes again?’

 

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