The Nurse's Newborn Gift

The Nurse's Newborn Gift
Wendy S. Marcus

Brought together by a baby…Nurse Krissy Peniglatt promised her best friend she’d have his baby through IVF if he didn’t make it home from the front line. When the time comes to make good on her promise, she’s confident she can handle being a single mum. If only Spencer Penn, the baby’s godfather, agreed!There’s always been tension between them, yet the warm-hearted woman Krissy has become takes Spencer’s breath away. But can he convince Krissy he wants to be a real daddy for her newborn baby?Nurses to BridesThe Peniglatt sisters find their happily-ever-afters when wedding bells ring!

The Nurse’s Newborn Gift

Wendy S. Marcus

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

This book is dedicated to my readers.

Thank you for reading and reviewing my books.

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With special thanks to my son, who didn’t want to have his name mentioned in one of my books, for helping me with the athletic training aspects of this story. Any errors are my own.

Thank you to my wonderful editor, Flo Nicoll, for always pushing me to do my best.

And thank you to my family, for supporting me in all that I do.

Praise for Wendy S. Marcus (#ulink_80657ae4-c356-51d3-91b0-e35c4e898aef)

‘Wendy S. Marcus is a special author for me … Read this and you’ll get an enthralling contemporary love story.’

—Goodreads on Craving Her Soldier’s Touch

‘If you are looking for a read that will have you laughing, crying and sighing, while being swept up in sweet yet hot romance, I highly recommend Craving Her Soldier’s Touch.’

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Contents

COVER (#ueee88e78-a5bc-5227-9e41-a92622bb4068)

TITLE PAGE (#u8c09db68-aa65-5305-8bf7-414ce7ac55fc)

DEDICATION (#ue0bfdf22-01c8-5b23-94ce-566b29ebc9cb)

Praise for Wendy S. Marcus (#u7228ffbb-4920-5566-bff0-3ae29326bd98)

PROLOGUE (#ubee48368-1baa-5cbe-8ed3-d972482ec060)

CHAPTER ONE (#ue023e84b-44b3-5155-b061-8a101c99650f)

CHAPTER TWO (#uee818cc8-99eb-5d0c-b2f4-4636e9a56757)

CHAPTER THREE (#u8f60db99-9d29-5c7b-8491-54b935369e0a)

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EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

COPYRIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_58ca9cc9-a319-59bc-82c6-76014b107367)

KRISSY PENIGLATT REMEMBERED the middle-of-the-night telephone conversation like it’d taken place yesterday as opposed to two years ago. Her best friend in the whole world, Jarrod, had called two days before he was scheduled to deploy for his first tour of duty overseas in the Middle East. A courageous U.S. Army soldier, prepared to give his life for his country, his nineteen-year-old self struggling a bit with the finality of the deed should he be unlucky enough to perish in battle.

“Promise me, if I manage to get myself killed, you’ll do it.”

He’d been there for her after her father had left when she was ten years old and after her mother’s attack and subsequent severe traumatic brain injury shortly after she’d turned fourteen. He’d comforted her and consoled her and cheered her up time and time again, year after year, asking for and expecting nothing in return.

Of course, Krissy would do anything he asked of her, anything to put his mind at ease, to keep him focused on staying alive rather than what would happen if he...didn’t. But, “You’re not going to get yourself killed,” she’d told him. The response had been automatic. She’d refused to even consider the possibility of a life without Jarrod in it. They’d been inseparable for over a decade. Sure, her leaving for college and him enlisting in the army right out of high school would change things between them. To be expected. But it was only supposed to be temporary. A few years apart, then they’d be ready to start their adult lives, together.

Well, not together, together, but inseparable once again, maybe living in the same apartment building, or in the same town at the very least.

“My mom can’t stop crying,” Jarrod had said. “My dad can barely look at me without tearing up.”

They were such a kind and caring couple. An only child, Jarrod’s parents’ lives revolved around him. No parents loved their son more than Jarrod’s parents loved him. Lucky for Krissy that love had extended to Jarrod’s best friends as well. On some level, she’d actually felt closer to his parents than to her own. She owed them so much.