Jennifer Taylor - The Doctor's Christmas Gift

“I’ve no idea what you mean.” She took another step but he still didn’t move aside.

“So it isn’t a conscious reaction, then? You don’t deliberately pull up the drawbridge every time you feel someone is getting too close for comfort?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Matt. I was never any good at solving riddles.” She brushed past him and opened the front door. “I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

“Good night, Catherine.”

He didn’t try to detain her any longer.

Catherine got into her car, trying to ignore the empty ache inside her, the feeling that she had turned her back on something very special. Matt was just a colleague and he would never be any more than that.

She knew it was true, yet no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t convince herself she had done the right thing by walking away from him. Part of her wished she’d stayed.

Dear Reader Dear Reader Title Page CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE Copyright ,

Christmas is always a busy time and most of us spend ages searching for the perfect gift for those we love. Jewelry, socks, ties—the list is endless. Yet I don’t think anyone, other than the hero in this story, could find a more wonderful present for the woman he loves.

Catherine Lewis is a woman who knows exactly what she wants from life, and a husband and family don’t play any part in her dreams for the future. She has devoted herself to her career in medicine and has no intention of being sidetracked when she meets Matthew Fielding and his adorable children. Can Matthew make her understand that she can have so much more than just her career if she will accept his gift?

A happy and peaceful Christmas to you all.

Jennifer

www.jennifer-taylor.com

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Dear Reader Dear Reader Dear Reader Title Page CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE Copyright , Christmas is always a busy time and most of us spend ages searching for the perfect gift for those we love. Jewelry, socks, ties—the list is endless. Yet I don’t think anyone, other than the hero in this story, could find a more wonderful present for the woman he loves. Catherine Lewis is a woman who knows exactly what she wants from life, and a husband and family don’t play any part in her dreams for the future. She has devoted herself to her career in medicine and has no intention of being sidetracked when she meets Matthew Fielding and his adorable children. Can Matthew make her understand that she can have so much more than just her career if she will accept his gift? A happy and peaceful Christmas to you all. Jennifer www.jennifer-taylor.com

Title Page The Doctor’s Christmas Gift Jennifer Taylor www.millsandboon.co.uk

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

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‘DR FIELDING shouldn’t be long now. He’s running late tonight…again! I was just on my way home but if you’d like to wait in here then I’ll tell him you’ve arrived.’

‘Thank you.’

Catherine Lewis looked around the room as the receptionist hurried away. It was quite a pleasant room, she decided, taking stock. Brookdale Surgery was sited in one of the old Victorian terraces that overlooked the park and the room had a typically spacious feel with its high ceiling and generous proportions.

There were chairs lined up against the walls and a table in the centre stacked with magazines. A poinsettia in a glazed earthenware pot made a splash of colour against its polished surface. It looked exactly like the waiting room in a lot of GP’s surgeries, in fact—a little untidy and slightly the worse for wear. When she opened her own surgery, she would make sure the waiting room looked much better than this.

Catherine walked to the window and looked out but there wasn’t much to see. It was the middle of October and dark outside. Pushing back the cuff of her suit jacket, she checked the time. Six forty-two. Her interview had been scheduled for six-thirty and although she had no other engagements that evening it was annoying to be kept waiting. She was always punctual both in her professional and her private life. To her mind, it was not only bad manners to keep people waiting but a sign of inefficiency. Recalling what the receptionist had said, it appeared that punctuality wasn’t one of Dr Fielding’s strong points. It made her wonder how they would get on.

‘Dr Lewis. I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.’

Catherine swung round when she heard the man’s voice. Her eyes were dazzled by the lights in the room so that she couldn’t see him clearly. She had a fleeting impression of height and breadth of shoulder as he came towards her. He stopped and held out his hand, his face breaking into a warm smile which immediately made her want to smile back. She was so surprised that she found herself giving in to the impulse.

‘I’m Matthew Fielding. We spoke on the phone the other day.’

His fingers felt warm and slightly rough against the smoothness of hers. Catherine let her hand remain in his for a moment longer than politeness dictated before she realised what she was doing. She quickly withdrew her hand, curbing the urge to run it down her skirt to remove the slight tingling sensation. She cleared her throat, not sure she enjoyed the fact that she could still feel the impression Matthew Fielding’s fingers had left on hers.

‘I’m delighted to meet you, Dr Fielding.’ She smoothed her face into a suitable expression, pleased that she had managed to control the inane smile at last. She didn’t feel nervous but maybe she was. After all, this job was another step in the right direction, another rung to be climbed on the ladder towards her goal.

The thought helped her focus on what was really important rather than the strange way she seemed to be behaving that night. She had made her plans a long time ago and not once had she veered from the route she had chosen—A levels, med school, experience in a variety of suitable general practices before she opened her own surgery. Now all she needed was a year here at Brookdale Surgery, a practice in an increasingly popular area of the city, then she would be ready to start looking for suitable premises…

‘So I’d really love a cup of coffee—wouldn’t you?’

Catherine jumped when she realised that she’d missed what Matthew Fielding had said. A little colour touched her cheeks at the lapse. She prided herself on always being focused and it wasn’t like her to let her mind wander.

‘I…um…coffee would be nice,’ she said, hoping that she had guessed correctly what he’d been saying. It seemed that she had because he smiled at her once more. He really did have the most wonderful smile, she thought. It was so warm and friendly that it must make people long to confide in him.

Catherine took a quick breath when she realised her thoughts were wandering again. It was a relief when Matthew turned to lead the way out of the room. She kept her eyes locked on his back as she followed him into the corridor, hoping it would help if she concentrated on something tangible. She must be nervous. It was the only explanation that made any sense.