The Pregnant Intern

The Pregnant Intern
CAROL MARINELLI

Until recently, brilliant surgeon Jeremy Foster has been a carefree bachelor. Then he meets his new intern! Dr. Alice Masters – six months pregnant – brings out protective instincts in him he hadn't known he possessed.Jeremy is worried that Alice is working too hard. And he hates the thought of her bringing up her baby alone. But there isn't much this former playboy can do once Alice stops working for him – unless he swaps the role of boss for that of husband!

‘So how did you get pregnant?’

Alice laughed. ‘I would have thought that you of all people would know by now where babies come from.’

Jeremy grinned, but pressed on unfazed. ‘It’s a natural question to ask. Was it planned?’

‘That’s none of your business,’ Alice responded. ‘You were the one who said I didn’t have to reveal anything I didn’t want to.’

‘But that was to the patients,’ Jeremy answered straightforwardly. ‘I’m a friend.’

Alice looked at him. ‘You’re also my boss.’

CAROL MARINELLI did her nursing training in England and then worked for a number of years in Casualty. A holiday romance while backpacking led to her marriage and emigration to Australia. Eight years and three children later, the romance continues…

Today she considers both England and Australia her home. The sudden death of her father prompted a reappraisal of her life’s goals and inspired her to tackle romance-writing seriously.

The Pregnant Intern

Carol Marinelli

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

For Sam, Alex and Lucinda

with love.

CONTENTS

Cover (#u5696a61b-5d36-5c48-85a1-34ae87bc4f8d)

About the Author (#uaede4154-3c21-5cf7-8fdc-708673d4d552)

Title Page (#uc885fe69-d701-5c1a-9fe0-02efe9f32f64)

Dedication (#uc28002b1-0ad5-50f9-a135-2277d7ff2b4f)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_87d583bf-05bd-552e-9de0-b0959cf18b45)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_48713e20-dcef-58e0-b375-adea94f6488d)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_35acea9a-9424-55b2-92c8-e926d2ed981e)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_925342cb-7e0b-565c-a40e-0340078bad9d)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_e5a4485b-0865-55fe-ad6c-820055fa69bf)

‘YOUR blood pressure’s up.’

Alice let out the breath she had inadvertently been holding. She had been trying to keep her breathing even and think only pleasant thoughts as Brett Halliday, her obstetrician, checked her blood pressure, apparently to no avail.

‘By very much?’

Brett shook his head as he unwrapped the cuff. ‘Not much. It’s just up a touch, and still within a safe margin, but still...’ He sat down at his heavy wooden desk and leant across the table as Alice, avoiding his gaze and desperately trying to avoid the ensuing conversation, concentrated rather too intently on rolling down her sleeve.

‘I’ve been rushing around this morning, and it’s terribly hot. Anyway, you know how nervous I get at these antenatal appointments.’

Brett nodded. ‘All of which I’ve taken into consideration, but it still doesn’t alter the fact that your blood pressure is a little higher than I’d like it to be.’ He flicked through the pile of pathology results in front of him.

‘Your blood work all looks OK, though your haemoglobin level is only scraping into the normal limits range. You’re still taking your iron tablets, I assume?’

Alice nodded.

‘Well, try to increase your iron intake from natural means also. Lots of green leaf vegetables and iron-rich foods—and plenty of vitamin C,’ he added. ‘It helps with iron absorption. You know the routine.’

‘But everything is all right with the baby?’ she asked anxiously.

Brett gave her a reassuring smile. ‘The baby’s doing nicely—nice size, lots of movement. It’s the mum I’m more worried about.’

‘Honestly, Brett, I’m fine.’ Her words came out rather too harshly. Alice could hear the anxiety in her own voice and paused for a second to regain control. It was imperative to have Brett Halliday onside. With a stroke of his expensive fountain pen he could sign her off work and that was absolutely the last thing she needed at the moment. ‘Really, I’m fine,’ Alice said, more evenly, even managing a small smile.

But she wasn’t going to escape a lecture. ‘Look, Alice, you’re twenty-five weeks now. Most women at this stage are starting to wind down and looking forward to their maternity leave, not about to commence a three-month surgical internship at a busy city hospital. You don’t need me to tell you how busy Melbourne City is—you’ve spent the last nine months there for yourself. And Jeremy Foster may be a fine surgeon, but he’s coming back from a long stint on sick leave. He’s going to have a large backlog to catch up on and, more to the point, a lot to prove.’

‘What do you mean?’ Alice asked, her curiosity about her new boss for a moment overriding the issue of whether or not she worked.

‘Well, it was a serious motor crash he was in. No one really expected him to live, let alone walk. And now here he is, less than a year later, returning to work, apparently none the worse for wear. There’s going to be people watching him—rightly or wrongly, he’s going to have to do a lot of spadework to convince them he’s up to the job.’

‘But he’s a brilliant surgeon,’ Alice argued defensively. She hadn’t yet met Jeremy Foster, but you didn’t have to meet Jeremy to feel as if you knew him. He had broken more hearts throughout the hospital than Alice could keep track of. But despite his somewhat scandalous reputation there had never been any question as to his surgical brilliance. ‘He was the hospital’s rising star—I’m lucky to have got a place on his team.’