Unwrapping Her Italian Doc Read Free

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    ‘Actually, I’m not too thin, I’m in the healthy weight range,’ Louise said. ‘Look, I just got dizzy. Please don’t peg me as having an eating disorder just because I model part time.’
    ‘My sister is a model in Milan,’ Anton said, and Louise could possibly have guessed that, had Anton had a sister, then a model she might be because Anton really was seriously beautiful.
    Louise lay down on the sofa because she could stillsee stars and she didn’t want Anton to know that. In fact, she just wanted him gone. And she knew how to get rid of him! A little flirt would have him running off.
    ‘Are my hips not childbearing enough for you, Anton?’ Louise teased, and Anton glanced down and it wasn’t a baby he was thinking about between those legs!
    No way!
    Louise had used to work in Theatre—in fact, she had been the nurse who had scrubbed in on his first emergency Caesarean here at The Royal. It had been the first emergency Caesarean section he had performed since losing Alberto. Of course, Louise hadn’t known just how nervous Anton had been that day and she could not possibly have guessed how her presence had both helped and unsettled him.
    During surgery Anton had been grateful for a very efficient scrub nurse and one who had immediately worked well with him.
    After surgery, when he’d gone to check in on the infant, Louise had been there, smiling and cooing at the baby. She had turned around and congratulated him on getting the baby out in time, and he had actually forgotten to thank her for her help in Theatre.
    Possibly he had snapped an order instead—anything rather than like her.
    Except he did.
    A few months ago Louise had decided to more fully utilise her midwifery training and had come to work on Maternity, which was, of course, Anton’s stomping ground.
    Seeing her most days, resisting her on each and every one of them, was quietly driving him insane.
    She was very direct, a bit off the wall and terriblybeautiful too, and if she hadn’t worked here Anton would not hesitate.
    Mind you, if she hadn’t worked here he wouldn’t know just how clever and funny she was.
    Anton looked down where she lay, eyes closed on the sofa, and saw there was a touch of colour coming back to her cheeks and her breathing was nice and regular now. Then Anton pulled his eyes up from the rise and fall of her chest and instead of leaving the room he met her very blue eyes.
    Louise could see the concern was still there. ‘Honestly, Anton, I didn’t get dizzy because I have an eating disorder,’ Louise said, and, because this was the maternity ward and such things were easily discussed, especially if your name was Louise, she told him what the real problem was. ‘I’ve got the worst period in the history of the world, if you must know.’
    ‘Okay.’ He looked at her very pale face and her hand that moved low onto her stomach and decided she was telling the truth.
    ‘Do you need some painkillers?’
    ‘I’ve had some,’ Louise said, closing her eyes. ‘They didn’t do a thing.’
    ‘Do you need to go home?’ Anton asked.
    ‘Are you going to write me a note, Doctor?’
    He watched her lips turn up in a smile as she teased but then shook her head. ‘No, I’ll be fine soon, though I might just stay lying down here for a few minutes.’
    ‘Do you want me to let Brenda know?’
    ‘Please.’ Louise nodded.
    ‘You’re sure I can’t get you anything?’ Anton checked.
    ‘A heat pack would be lovely,’ Louise said, glad thather eyes were closed because she could imagine his expression at being asked to fetch a heat pack, when surely that was a nurse’s job. ‘It needs two minutes in the microwave,’ she called, as he walked out.
    It took five minutes for Anton to locate the heat packs and so he returned seven minutes later to where she lay, knees up with her eyes closed, and he placed the heat pack gently over her uterus.
    ‘You make a lovely midwife,’ Louise said, feeling the weight and the