One Night With Dr Nikolaides: One Night with Dr Nikolaides

Irritation lanced through him as he finished off the notes.

No. That was it? No, Maybe one day. No, Yes, I’ve left him back in London with my lover. No, Perhaps when I meet the right guy...

What the hell? What did it matter to him if she wanted children or not?

They all started as shouting erupted beyond the curtained cubicle. There were calls for the defibrillator, for more blood.

Theo didn’t need to hear more. “Apologies ladies, I’d better get out there.”

“All right if I finish up in here?” Cailey asked, clearing the monitor and scanning equipment to one side.

“Yeah. Fine. You wrap things up then I’ll see you out there?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

Just a few hours in and already he was growing a little too used to having Cailey by his side.

Which was not good. Because whoever came too close into his orbit would also come into his father’s orbit...and that never went well.

CHAPTER SIX (#u7fe11c50-78a5-5354-93e4-ef7a9b2634b7)

“AND IT LOOKS like we’re back to a normal BP. Heart-rate is steady.”

The team around Theo clapped with relief. Their sixty-five-year-old patient, a local schoolteacher, had been helping rescue crews to pull away rubble when a lifetime’s worth of deep-fried squid and a love of the honey-soaked sweets brought to him by his students had caught up to him.

Despite her fatigue, Cailey was riding high. She hadn’t helped on a cardiac arrest in ages, and this had been a resounding success. Theo had been amazing. A cool, calm and collected doctor in the eye of a pretty crazy storm.

As an orderly wheeled the patient to a recovery room Cailey couldn’t help but express her admiration. “That was amazing.”

Theo smiled down at her, green eyes alight with the satisfaction that came with a high-adrenaline, high-stakes treatment. He’d never looked more attractive to her than he did at that moment.

All of a sudden her knees went weak and everything flew off balance. Theo’s arms were around her in an instant, swirling her into the doorway in a fluid move that would have put a tango dancer to shame.

When she opened her eyes all she could see were his lips. And that teensy little scar her tongue itched to reach out and—Stop it! She sucked in a shallow breath, horrified to notice that her breasts were pressing against his chest. They obviously had a mind of their own. Little minxes.

Theo didn’t move. OMG. Did he...did he like it? Like her?

Her brain went into overdrive. Was she going to have to rearrange a thousand vows never to succumb to the likes of Theo Nikolaides for the very clinical and reasonable sake of finding out just once what it would be like to...? Oh... Oh, my... His thighs were pressed against hers. His hips... He was very, very close. She felt the soft exhalation of his breath against her mouth and wanted more than anything to part her lips and taste him.

She risked a glimpse up into his eyes.

What she saw in them conveyed a thousand messages. Hope. Interest. Desire. A bit of confusion.

Little wonder! She was feeling about as confused as they came. For starters...why was he holding her in this doorway after she’d swooned like an idiot?

“Aftershocks.”

“I’m sorry?” Cailey shook her head, only to hear a collective gasp come from the trauma unit as another one hit.

Theo’s hold tightened around her, his tall, lean form curling protectively over her, his hands cupping her head against the rigid doorframe as they waited for the tremor to pass.

When it did he stood back and, as if nothing had happened at all, reached out to tuck a few strands of her disobedient hair behind her ear.

“Are you all right, love? Do you need to take a break? We’ve got relief doctors coming in from the mainland in about...” his eyes traveled to a nearby wall clock “...twenty minutes or so.”

Love? Since when did he call her “love”?

He stifled a yawn.

“I think if anyone deserves a break it’s probably you,” she said, pleased with her stern tone. Then she reached out to give his arm a you’ve-worked-hard squeeze.

Big mistake.

Go away, tingles and butterflies!

“You look tired, Cailey.”

“No, you look tired.”

He rolled his eyes. No kidding, the gesture said. Of course I’m tired, but I’m in charge.

A strange need to coddle him seized her. He was great at looking after others, but who looked after him?

Good grief. She wasn’t letting herself fall for him again, was she? But then perhaps she had never actually got up again after the first time...

“Cailey...”

“Theo?”

He crossed his arms and fixed her with a classic big brother look. “You should get some rest.”

She crossed her arms too, beginning to enjoy this back and forth banter. Never mind the fact that being sassy helped her hide the wave after wave of emotion pummeling her mind, her guts, her heart.

Longing. Desire. Heartache. Lust.

She’d thought she’d lain all those things to rest when she’d boarded that plane bound for London all those years ago.

“Tell me, Cailey, who exactly do you think is going to look after the clinic if I leave?”

His expression of triumph spoke volumes. He thought he’d nailed it.

She glanced past his shoulder and smiled as a group of a dozen-plus doctors shouldering medical kits walked through the double doors leading into the trauma area. Fresh-faced. Ready to work.

“They will.”

“What?” Theo turned around and registered the change of events.