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ISBN-13: 9781460389775

From Christmas to Forever?

Copyright © 2015 by Marion Lennox

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'Tis the season for second chances?

Two years ago ER consultant Sean Fitzgerald left Molly Daniels brokenhearted. Now he's back, and the reception she gives him is frostier than the weather! But he's determined to reveal the truth about his past…

Walking away from Molly was the hardest thing Sean's ever done, but now that she's within his reach once more, he never wants to let her go. Could one magical mistletoe kiss be all he needs to melt her heart and finally show Molly he's here to stay?

“I'm sorry, Molly. I never meant to upset you like this.”

Sean drew her to him once more, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. It was meant to be no more than a token—a simple expression of gratitude for her support—and it might have remained that way, too, if she hadn't chosen that precise moment to turn her head.

Molly froze when she felt his lips glide from her cheek and come to rest at the corner of her mouth. She knew that she should do something to stop what was happening, but it was as though her body was suddenly refusing to obey her. When his lips started to move again, deliberately this time, she could only stand there...motionless.

His mouth found hers and she heard him sigh, felt the warm expulsion of his breath on her lips, and it was that which broke the spell. However, if she'd hoped that it would bring her to her senses, she was mistaken. Her lips seemed to possess a will of their own as they clung to his, eagerly inviting him to continue. And he did...

Dear Reader,

Once again I have returned to Dalverston General Hospital and used it as the setting for this book. Although the town of Dalverston is purely a figment of my imagination, the area it is based on is one of my favorite parts of the world—the beautiful English Lake District. I always experience a little thrill of pleasure whenever I set a book there.

Molly is shocked when she discovers that Sean Fitzgerald is to be the new interim doctor, covering the busy Christmas and New Year period in Dalverston General's ER department. When Sean worked there before they had an affair, and it has taken Molly a long time to get over it. To have Sean reappear in her life is the last thing she needs.

Sean knows that he hurt Molly and regrets it deeply—but he had no choice. He's made a solemn vow never to get involved with any woman, and he has to keep it. However, seeing Molly again arouses all kinds of emotions, and he struggles to remain detached. Can he break his vow and win Molly back, as he yearns to do? Or will he always regret it? Read on to find out!

If you would like to learn more about the background to my Dalverston series then do visit my blog at
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.

Love,

Jennifer

MIRACLE UNDER THE MISTLETOE

Jennifer Taylor

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

‘L
EFT
A
BIT
...a bit more. No, that's too far now.'

‘For heaven's sake, Suzy, make up your mind. I'm starting to get vertigo from balancing on the top of this ladder!'

Molly Daniels rolled her eyes as she looked down at her friend, Suzy Walters. It was the start of her Friday night shift and from the amount of noise issuing from the waiting room things were already hotting up. With just three weeks to go until Christmas, the A&E unit at Dalverston General Hospital was coming under increasing pressure as people set about enjoying the festivities. She really needed to get down to some work so, tossing back her strawberry blonde curls, which as per usual had come loose from their clip, Molly held up the bunch of mistletoe once more.

‘How about here? Maybe it's not the exact centre of the room but I doubt if anyone except you will notice that.'

‘I suppose it will have to do,' Suzy conceded grudgingly. She grimaced as Molly pinned the rather wilted bunch of foliage to the ceiling above the coffee table. ‘Although, according to custom, you are supposed to be standing
under
the mistletoe before anyone can kiss you and you can't do that with the table being there, can you?'

‘Well, that's fine by me.' Molly made sure the drawing pin was securely anchored then climbed down from the ladder. ‘I've had it with men calling the shots, so if anyone gets any idea about kissing me without my express permission they can forget it!'

‘Oh, come on, Molly. You don't really mean that.'

Suzy followed Molly out of the staffroom, a frown furrowing her brow. They had met at university while they had been studying for their nursing degrees and had remained firm friends ever since. Molly knew that Suzy only wanted her to be happy; however, her friend's idea of happiness—i.e. finding the right man to settle down and have a family with, as Suzy herself had done—was no longer hers.

She had tried that and she had the scars to prove it too! Her dream had always been to find her ideal mate so that she could enjoy the kind of loving and supportive relationship her parents had. She had set out her stall accordingly, opting to date men who had possessed the right credentials. They had to be reliable and trustworthy, caring and kind. The problem was that although they had appeared to tick all the right boxes, they had turned out to be far from perfect. One was too bossy, another too needy, a third too
boring
—and so it had gone on.

The one and only time she had veered off course and dated someone who hadn't fitted her brief had been an even bigger disaster, though. She had had her heart well and truly crushed then and from now on she intended to take a very different approach when it came to relationships. There would be no more wondering if this or that man was Mr Right. And definitely no more sitting by the phone, waiting for him to call. The days of her being a lovelorn victim were well and truly over!

‘I do.' Molly held up her hand when Suzy opened her mouth to protest. ‘Save your breath, Suzy. I've heard it all before: one day I'll meet the man of my dreams and ride off into the sunset with him.' Molly snorted in disgust, her emerald-green eyes filled with cynicism. ‘I may have believed in the fairy tale at one time, but I don't believe it now. The man doesn't exist who can make me change my mind about that, either!'

Molly spun round and headed to the nurses' station. Fond as she was of Suzy, she didn't intend to waste any more time debating the issue. She did the hand-over, listening closely while Joyce Summers, her opposite number on the day shift, updated her as to the status of the patients currently in the unit. As senior sister, Molly needed to know what stage they were up to in their treatment. She nodded when Joyce had finished.

‘Not too bad, from the sound of it.'

‘It's early days yet,' Joyce replied with all the weary wisdom gained from twenty-odd years spent working on the unit. She was due to retire after Christmas and was looking forward to it immensely.

‘It is,' Molly agreed, laughing. ‘So how are your plans coming on? Have you booked that cruise you were telling me about?'

‘I have indeed. Three weeks in the Caribbean. I can't wait!' Joyce picked up her cardigan and started to leave then paused. ‘Oh, I forgot to tell you that we've got a locum covering over Christmas and the New Year. He's starting tonight... Oh, talk of the devil—here he is! At least we know he's up to the job, unlike some I could mention.'

Molly glanced round to see who had come in through the main doors and felt her heart grind to a halt. It couldn't be him, she told herself sickly. Not now, after she had finally sorted out her life. It must be her imagination playing tricks, trying to test her newfound resolve after what she had told Suzy, but it wasn't going to work. Closing her eyes, Molly counted to ten, convinced that when she opened them again the apparition would have disappeared...

‘Hello, Molly. Long time, no see, as the saying goes.'

Molly's eyes flew open as she stared at the man standing in front of her. A wave of panic washed over her as she drank in all the familiar details, from the jet-black hair falling over his forehead to the deep blue eyes that were studying her with undisguised amusement. This man had been her one and only aberration. Even though she had known from the outset that he was far from being her ideal life partner, she had had an affair with him. He had possessed none of the qualities she had always deemed essential in a relationship. On the contrary, he wasn't reliable or trustworthy, and he definitely wasn't looking for commitment, but she had gone ahead anyway and slept with him. Now, as she saw the smile that curved his lips, Molly realised that any hopes she may have harboured about him being a figment of her imagination had been way off beam. Sean Fitzgerald wasn't some kind of hallucination. He wasn't even a memory dredged up from her past. He was completely and utterly real!

* * *

Sean managed to hold his smile but it wasn't easy. Although he had guessed that Molly might not be exactly overjoyed to see him again, he hadn't envisaged
this
reaction. As he took stock of the pallor of her skin, he was overcome by a feeling of shame he had never experienced before. It didn't matter that he had made his intentions perfectly clear from their very first date, or that he had frequently reiterated the fact that he didn't intend to commit himself to
anyone
. He had hurt her. Badly.

Sean's heart sank as that thought hit home. He had thought long and hard when the agency had phoned and offered him this post as locum senior registrar on Dalverston's A&E unit. He had been very aware that working with Molly could turn out to be challenging to say the least. His initial reaction had been to turn it down but in the end he had decided to accept it. He needed to work over the Christmas period, needed to be kept busy so that he wouldn't dwell on the past. He couldn't bear to leave it to chance that another post would come up, so he had set aside his qualms and accepted the offer. Now, however, he couldn't help wondering if it had been selfish to put his own needs first.

‘I wasn't sure who would be working tonight,' he said lightly, struggling to behave as normally as possible. That was the key to handling this situation, he assured himself. After all, it wasn't the first time that he had found himself working with a woman he had dated and subsequently dumped and he had learned from experience that the best way to defuse matters was by acting normally. All he could do was hope that it would work this time too, although something warned him that he was being overly optimistic.

‘No? You should have asked for a copy of the roster. Then you could have opted to work a different shift and avoided me, as I'm sure we both would have preferred.'

Molly's voice sounded harsh and so unlike the tone he remembered that Sean frowned. However, before he could say anything, she picked up a file from the desk and headed towards the waiting room. He watched her go, feeling a whole host of emotions hit him one after the other—slam, bang, wallop: regret, sadness, an unfamiliar sense of loss...

Sean blanked them all out, knowing how pointless it was to go down that route. He had done what he had had to do: ended their relationship when he had realised that Molly was getting far too attached to him. He had, in effect, done the honourable thing, he assured himself as he headed to the staffroom to deposit his coat. He had called a halt before things had gone too far—although how far was
too
far? he wondered suddenly as he keyed in the security code and unlocked the door. Should he have stopped after their first kiss? Or before they had slept together? And surely he should have called a halt before it had happened a second and a third time, even if making love with Molly had been the most wonderful experience of his life?

The door closed behind him with a noisy thud but he didn't even notice. Making love with Molly had been mind-blowing and there was no point denying it. He had felt things when they had made love that he had never felt before, not even with Claire, and the thought was so painful that he winced. Was that why he had been so brusque when he had ended his relationship with Molly? Because he had felt guilty? Had it seemed like the ultimate betrayal of the woman he had been going to marry to feel all those things for Molly?

Sean knew it was true and it didn't make him feel any better to admit it. For the past ten years he had remained faithful to his dead fiancée. Oh, admittedly, he had slept with many women during that time but he had never become emotionally involved with any of them, and that was what counted. However, it had been different with Molly. She had touched him on so many levels; their affair hadn't been purely physical, as he had wanted it to be.

It made him see that he would need to be very careful while he was working at Dalverston. It would be only too easy to break the vow he had made after Claire had died.

* * *

It was a busy night, as Molly had predicted. By the time she was due for her break, the unit was overflowing with people waiting to be seen. She shook her head when Jason Roberts, the newest addition to their staff, asked her if she was going to the canteen.

‘I'll wait till things calm down a bit,' she explained then sighed as the doors opened to admit another group of injured revellers. One of them was bleeding copiously from a gash on his forehead. That he was also extremely drunk as well was evident from the way he was staggering about. Molly beckoned to Jason to follow her as she headed straight over to him. In her experience it was better to get the drunks safely corralled so they couldn't upset the rest of their patients.

‘Right, let's get you sat down for starters.' She guided the man to a chair and bent down to examine the cut on his head. Although there was a great deal of blood, it was only a superficial injury and would need just butterfly stitches to close it. ‘Get him checked in at Reception, will you?' she told Jason. ‘Then you can clean this up and apply a few butterfly stitches to hold it together.'

It was a simple enough task and one the young nurse was more than capable of performing; however, it appeared the patient had other ideas. Grabbing hold of Molly's arm, he pulled her back when she went to leave.

‘I want you to do it, not him.' He looked at Jason and sneered. ‘I don't want some young kid messing around with me.'

‘Jason is a fully qualified nurse. He is more than capable of dealing with this,' Molly explained levelly. She tried to withdraw her arm from the man's grasp but he wouldn't let her go. His fingers tightened around her wrist, making her wince with pain.

‘I said that I want you to do it.' He hauled her down so that their faces were mere inches apart and she had to stop herself gagging at the sour smell of alcohol coming off his breath. ‘I pay my taxes, love, and if I say I want
you
to treat me then that's how it's going to be.'

‘I'm afraid it doesn't work like that, sir
. We
decide who gets to treat you and
we
also decide who we won't treat, either. I have to say that you're number one on that list at this precise moment.'

Molly looked round when she recognised Sean's voice. Although he hadn't raised his voice, there was no disguising the anger on his face. It obviously had an effect on the drunk because he immediately let her go. Molly stepped back, her legs trembling a little as she hastily put some space between them. Although it wasn't the first time that she'd had to deal with an unpleasant situation, it was upsetting, nevertheless.

‘Are you all right?'

Sean's voice was low, filled with something that brought an unexpected lump to her throat. He sounded genuinely concerned but that couldn't be right, not after the way he had ended their affair two years ago. He had been almost brutal as he had told her bluntly that he didn't want to see her any more. Although Molly had asked him why,
pleaded
with him to tell her what had made him reach such a decision, he had refused to explain. He had merely reminded her that he had made it clear right from the beginning that he wasn't looking for commitment, and that had been that. He had left Dalverston shortly afterwards to take up another post in a different part of the country and had never made any attempt to contact her since.

Sean had written her out of his life and it would be foolish to imagine that he cared, even more foolish to wish that he did. Even though Molly knew all that, she couldn't stop herself. Foolish or not, she wanted him to care about her and the thought was like the proverbial red rag. As Jason led the drunk away, she rounded on Sean, pain and anger warring inside her. The last thing she wanted was to feel anything for him ever again!

‘I would appreciate it if you didn't interfere in future,' she told him furiously. ‘I am more than capable of dealing with a situation like that.'