Kate Hardy - The Registrar's Convenient Wife

‘The only other option,’ Eliot said tonelessly, ‘is for me to be in the same position as Ryan’s mum. Married. So I can offer Ryan the same kind of stable home, with two parents.’

Why did the idea of Eliot marrying someone else make her feel as if someone were dissecting her heart with a rusty knife?

‘…completely mad.’

‘What?’ She’d missed most of what he’d just said.

‘I said, at three o’clock this morning I thought of the perfect solution, but it was completely mad. You’ll say no, so there’s no point in asking.’

‘No to what?’ she asked, mystified.

‘Marrying me.’

No down-on-one-knee, no declaration of love, no nothing. He didn’t even look as if he was saying something out of the ordinary. No, he probably hadn’t even said that. It had been a mixture of wishful thinking and—

She blinked, hoping to clear her head. ‘Did you just ask me to marry you?’

Kate Hardy

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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

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER ONE

‘IF I wasn’t just back from honeymoon, I’d be tempted,’ Tilly said with a grin. ‘Eliot Slater is very easy on the eye.’

‘Oh, puh-lease.’ Claire rolled her eyes in response. ‘Yes, he’s nice enough. He’s good with the parents.’ And, yes, he was easy on the eye—fair Celtic skin teamed with dark hair and eyes the colour of peridot. ‘But at the end of the day he’s like every other locum and leaves dead on the dot.’

‘And so does every other medic with any sense,’ Tilly pointed out. ‘Don’t judge him too harshly—just because you’re a workaholic and spend every second you can on the ward, Claire Thurman, it doesn’t mean everyone else has to. He’s probably got a life, that’s all.’

‘I’m not a workaholic. I just happen to like my job. Anyway, I go out with the rest of you, don’t I?’

‘Only because you know I’d nag you if you didn’t,’ Tilly said. ‘Seriously, I know he’s a couple of years younger than you, but maybe a toyboy would do you good.’

Claire laughed. ‘Tills, I know you’re blissfully married, but not everyone wants the same as you do. So don’t get any of your matchmaking ideas, will you?’

‘Me?’ the nurse practitioner deadpanned.

‘Yeah, you, Tilly Mortimer. Like the last time you begged me to go to the theatre with you because Matt didn’t like Shakespeare, and you’d already bought the tickets. Except when I turned up, you weren’t sitting next to me.’

‘It was worth a try. And Robin was a nice bloke.’

‘And desperate to get married and have babies. You know that’s not for me.’ If Claire told the lie often enough, maybe she’d end up believing it.

‘You’re a paediatrician—a neonatal specialist, to be precise, so don’t you dare tell me you hate babies.’

‘I don’t. I just don’t want my own.’ Another lie. But, thanks to her ex-husband Paddy kissing more than just the Blarney Stone, Claire couldn’t have children of her own, something she hadn’t admitted even to her closest friends. Everyone simply thought she’d divorced Padraig O’Neill for adultery and had picked up the pieces of her life, and was happy concentrating on her career. And she was happy to let them think it.

But today Claire had received a letter from Brigid, her ex-mother-in-law, who still stayed in touch. One of Brigid’s warm, happy, chatty letters that usually made Claire smile and pick up the phone. Except this one had contained some news Claire really hadn’t wanted to hear—that Paddy had just had a son. Padraig O’Neill junior, a beautiful bouncing nine pounds and with his father’s curly dark hair and gorgeous smile.

A son that should have been hers.

A son she’d never have, thanks to her ex-husband.

Claire pushed the thought away. No point in dwelling on might-have-beens. She had to look to the future, not the past. A future with herself as consultant. Senior consultant. Professor of neonatology. That was enough.

It had to be.

‘Anyway, he’s probably already spoken for.’

‘You mean, you don’t know?’ Tilly raised an eyebrow. ‘Isn’t it in his file?’

‘I was more interested in his work,’ Claire said wryly. ‘And I’m staying happily single at least until I’ve got a consultant’s post, thank you very much.’

‘Firstly, he doesn’t look married. Secondly, you’re practically consultant now—you’re acting consultant, and that’s near enough in my book. You just need to meet Mr Right. Or Dr Right.’

Claire smiled. ‘Thanks, but I’m fine and dandy on my own, Tills. I don’t need any complications.’

* * *

Eliot had been about to go to the nurses’ station when he’d heard his name mentioned and decided it probably wasn’t a good time to interrupt. Now, standing in the corridor and hearing Claire’s scathing comment, he gritted his teeth. Like every other locum...leaves dead on the dot. That really wasn’t fair. He’d been working at Ludbury Memorial Hospital for a week and he gave his all when he was in the neonatal unit. But he couldn’t blindly disregard his working hours. It wasn’t because he was lazy or didn’t want to work a single second more than he was paid for, as Claire had implied. It was simply that he knew if his timekeeping wasn’t perfect, Fran would leave and everything would collapse around his ears.

He’d become a locum five years ago so he could walk away when he needed to, without letting the team down. But the senior registrar clearly thought he was a lightweight. Eliot burned with the injustice of it. Though if he explained to her now, he’d feel he was pressing the point too hard. Or, worse, whining for sympathy. And didn’t they say that eavesdroppers never heard any good of themselves?

He took a deep breath and walked round to the nurses’ station.

‘Dr Slater.’ Claire gave him a very professional smile. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘I’ve just updated the notes on Becky Poole if you want to review the file, Dr Thurman,’ he said.

‘Thank you.’ She took the proffered file. ‘You’re due a break, aren’t you?’

That comment about locums still rankled: no way was he going to go off duty for even a second before his shift ended. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ he said.

‘Actually, it does,’ Claire said, surprising him. ‘The special care baby unit’s a high-pressure environment, so you need regular breaks to recharge your batteries.’ She gave him a half-smile that made his heart rate speed up a notch. ‘I don’t crack the whip that hard on my staff.’

‘Regular dragon is our Claire,’ Tilly said with a grin.

Claire pulled a face at her. ‘Yeah, right. I have a patient to see. Catch you later.’

‘Her bark’s worse than her bite,’ Tilly told Eliot.