The Magic of Christmas

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studies—basically, looking at the conduction of your heart.’
    Ellen frowned. ‘And then?’
    â€˜If they think you’re an appropriate candidate, then they may do something called radiofrequency ablation—to put it simply, they destroy the extra electrical pathway by sending an electric current through it.’
    â€˜Sounds scary.’
    â€˜Actually, it’s a very successful procedure. It takes a few hours and requires an overnight stay in hospital, but no more than that.’
    Ellen gave a wan smile. ‘I’m not allowed time off in my job. Even sleeping is banned.’
    â€˜Sounds familiar,’ Lara murmured, watching as Christian scribbled on the notes. Over the past two months, she’d developed enormous respect for him. No matter what the situation, he never lost his cool. He was focused and skilled and didn’t let emotion cloud his judgement.
    Lara studied him for a moment, wondering whether he was even aware of Ellen’s advances.
    As if to test the theory, the woman gave him a smile that was pure invitation. ‘If I’m in hospital, will you visit me? I never get to meet anyone except boring lawyers in my job. I bet you only ever meet boring nurses.’
    â€˜That’s me,’ Lara said lightly, slipping the tourniquet back into her pocket. ‘Boring nurse.’
    Ellen turned her head and looked at her, as if only now noticing that there was someone else in the room with Christian. Her eyes widened as she stared at Lara. ‘Boring maybe, but beautiful,’ shemuttered with a faint smile. ‘How do you manage to look so good in that shapeless blue thing? I dress in designer wear from head to foot and I don’t manage to look as good as you. Who does your hair? It’s fabulous.’
    â€˜My hair?’ Taken aback by the question, it took Lara a moment to answer. ‘No one. Most of the time I don’t even do it. I mean, I wake up with it looking like this. That’s when my job allows me the luxury of sleep, which isn’t often.’
    Ellen gave a wry smile. ‘Your job sounds a lot like mine. Except that I don’t look a fraction as beautiful as you even after eleven undisturbed hours of sleep. Someone must do your colour. Those blonde streaks are gorgeous. So natural.’
    â€˜That’s because they are natural,’ Lara muttered, wondering why she was discussing her hair with a patient. In the circumstances it seemed utterly bizarre. Any moment now they’d be talking about shoes. Bracing herself for a sharp comment from Christian about her lack of professionalism, her eyes slid in his direction and she found him studying her with a curiously intent look in his eyes.
    As if it was the first time he’d seen her.
    Awareness shimmered between them, as powerful as it was unexpected, and then he turned back to his patient, leaving Lara to cope with a frantically pumping heart and shaky knees.
    It would have been hard to guess who, out of the two of them, was more shocked.
    She didn’t gaze at married men.
    And even if he wasn’t married, she still wouldn’t be interested. She had no interest in a relationship at this point in her life.
    Ellen was concentrating her attention on Christian again. ‘So is that it, then? I see a cardiologist now?’
    â€˜That’s right.’ His voice suddenly clipped, Christian picked up her chart and started to move away from the trolley, but she caught his arm.
    â€˜Let me give you my number. If you’re at a loose end over Christmas, you can call me. I hate the festive season.You and I could console each other.’
    Give the man a bodyguard , Lara thought wearily as Christian carefully extricated himself from Ellen’s grip.
    â€˜I have your number on the notes in the event thatthe hospital needs to contact you about something,’ he said smoothly, and Ellen’s laugh was resigned.
    â€˜You’re giving me the brush-off,

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