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fancies you,’ Nicky said dryly, and Bryony sighed.
    ‘Yes, I know.’
    ‘Don’t tell me, you’re in love with Jack, the same as every other woman on the planet.’
    Bryony looked at her, carefully keeping her expression casual. She’d never admitted to anyone how she felt about Jack, and she wasn’t going to start now. ‘Jack’s my best friend. I know him far too well to ever fall in love with him.’
    ‘Then you’re more sensible than the rest of the female population,’ Nicky said happily. ‘Every woman I know is in love with Jack Rothwell. He’s rich, single and sexy as sin. And most of us could scratch your eyes out for being so close to him. According to rumour, he spends half his life hanging around your kitchen.’
    Bryony smiled. When she’d lived at home Jack had always been there, and when she’d moved into her own cottage he’d taken to dropping round so often that he was almost part of the furniture. ‘Don’t get the wrong idea. Usually he’s telling me about his latest girlfriend. He’s my brothers’ closest friend, he’s my daughter’s godfather and we’ve been in the mountain rescue team together for years. I can assure you there’s nothing romantic about our relationship.’
    Unfortunately.
    Nicky sighed. ‘Well, it sounds pretty good to me. I’d love to have him in my kitchen, if only for his decorative qualities. The guy is sublime.’
    ‘Nicky, you’re married.’
    Nicky grinned. ‘I know. But my hormones are still alive and kicking.’
    Bryony busied herself restocking one of the equipment trays. Strictly speaking it wasn’t her job but she didn’t want to look at Nicky in case she gave herself away.
    Her relationship with Jack was good.
    They had a fantastic friendship.
    But even the most fantastic friendship didn’t soothe the ache in her heart.
    She was about to say something else to Nicky when the doors to Resus opened again and one of the paramedics stuck his head round.
    ‘Has the baby been transferred to the ward? Only I’ve got her father here.’
    ‘I’ll speak to him,’ Bryony said immediately, gladto be given an excuse to get away from the subject of Jack. She followed the paramedic out of the room.
    A tall man in a suit was hovering anxiously in the corridor, his face white with strain.
    ‘I’m Dr Hunter,’ Bryony said, holding out her hand. ‘I’ve been looking after Ella.’
    ‘Oh, God…’ he breathed out slowly, obviously trying to calm himself down. ‘I came as soon as Pam called me but I was at a meeting in Penrith and the traffic was awful.’
    Bryony gave an understanding smile and slowly outlined Ella’s condition, careful to be realistic without painting too grim a picture.
    ‘So she’s on the ward?’ He ran a hand over the back of his neck and gave a shuddering sigh. ‘Sorry. I know I’m panicking like mad but she’s my baby and—’
    ‘It’s OK,’ Bryony said gently, putting a hand on his arm. ‘You’re her father and you’re entitled to be worried.’
    His shoulders sagged and he looked exhausted. ‘You don’t know what worry is until you have kids, do you?’
    Bryony thought of Lizzie and shook her head. ‘No,’ she agreed softly, ‘you certainly don’t.’
    ‘Do you have children yourself, Doctor?’
    ‘I have a little girl.’
    They shared a smile of mutual understanding. ‘And the bond between a little girl and her daddy is so special, isn’t it?’
    Bryony tensed and then she smiled. ‘It certainly is,’ she croaked, feeling as though she’d been showered with cold water. ‘Very special.’
    She directed the man to the children’s ward and stared after him, feeling sick inside.
    She loved Lizzie so fiercely that she rarely thought about the fact that her little girl didn’t have a father. She had plenty of father figures—her two brothers and Jack, and she’d always consoled herself that they were enough. But Lizzie obviously didn’t think so or why would she have asked for a father for