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Alistair’s trial had yet to begin and with
it, more hardship for them would follow. Rohan could only imagine
the media circus the trial would cause. Not to mention the
devastation if a guilty verdict were handed down. The Wolfe family
would need all the support they could get over the coming
months.

“You’ve had a hard time of it lately,” Enid
said softly, as if reading his mind. “Almost as hard as me. I know
you’re feeling bad about the arrest, but I don’t want you to feel
that way. Alistair made his own choices; you did what you had to
do.”

Rohan sucked in a breath and then eased it
out on a sigh. He nodded, acknowledging her generosity of spirit.
She patted his hand in comfort and he was grateful for it. Silence
fell between them. After a while, she broke it.

“I haven’t had a chance to thank you,” Enid
said softly, her gaze intent on his.

Once again, Rohan tensed and then a moment
later, let it go.
What did it matter if Enid suspected she
carried his father’s kidney?
Rohan knew the truth.

Samantha had come and told him about her
mother receiving the call long before his dad’s organs had been
recovered. He couldn’t possibly be the donor. He’d heard from
police sources that there had also been two motor vehicle
fatalities the night Enid had received her transplant. One was a
twenty-three-year-old triathlete; the other, a thirty-six-year-old
father of two. It wasn’t possible to find out the truth about the
donor and he didn’t want to and if it made Enid feel better that
there was a possibility she might have received the gift of life
from his dad, who was he to argue?

As if able to read his thoughts, Enid
squeezed his hand again. “I’m so sorry for the loss of your father.
Nothing can replace our loved ones who have gone on ahead of us,
but I promise you this. As long as you continue to love my
daughter, with all your heart and soul, you’ll be a son to me.”

Tears appeared in Enid’s eyes and Rohan felt
them, too. He swallowed a lump and tried to speak around the
emotion that clogged his throat. It had been a month since his dad
had passed, but he still missed him every day. He thought briefly
of the other two people who had died that day and said a silent
prayer for their families.

“You’re a remarkable woman, Enid Wolfe. I’m
so very proud to know you.”

“You’re a special man, Rohan Coleridge, from
a very special family. Take care of my daughter. Love her with all
your heart. Protect her and keep her safe from harm, even in times
of doubt. She loves you with everything that she is and she
deserves to have you in her life. Make her happy, make her sad.
Show her how to live.”

Rohan nodded and for a moment he was beyond
words. “I will.”

The rest of the party sped by in a blur.
Rohan was introduced to Samantha’s sisters. Though the girls were
polite, he couldn’t fail to note their reserve and he understood
it. He could only hope over time, they’d come to forgive him for
his part in their brother’s downfall. The girls’ boyfriends were
also dutifully introduced, but Rohan paid them little heed. As the
night wore on, his hand returned to his pocket over and over
again.

He’d bought the ring a fortnight earlier and
had been trying to find the right time. But was there any such
thing as the right time to ask the love of your life to marry you?
He was beginning to wonder. He wandered out onto the balcony to
clear his head. A few moments later, he heard the sound of the
sliding door opening behind him.

“There you are!” Samantha laughed, appearing
by his side. She linked her arm with his. “I’ve been looking for
you everywhere!”

Rohan smiled and pulled her close. “I
thought I’d step outside and catch a breath of air. It’s a
beautiful night.”

Samantha nodded. She leaned over the balcony
and breathed in deeply of the fresh spring air. “You’re right. It
is beautiful. I love this time of year.”

Lights from the surrounding houses and
apartment buildings twinkled gently in the night. A soft breeze
brought with it the smell of frangipani or something equally sweet
and pungent. Once again, Rohan felt in his pocket and his heart
picked up its pace. Feeling his way, he opened the box and took
hold of the ring. Now was as good a time as any. In fact, now was
perfect.

Taking her hands in his, he took a deep
breath and then dropped to one knee. Samantha stared at him in
surprise, her eyes going wide.

“I love you more each day and I yearn to
make you mine. Samantha Wolfe, will you do me the honor of becoming
my wife?”

The words fell out in a rush, not at all in
the way he’d planned. For half a second, she looked almost stunned
and then her face broke into a wide smile. She laughed and hollered
and cried out with joy.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, waiting for her
to say the word.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried and tears ran
down her cheeks.

Rohan came to his feet and took her left
hand and slipped the one-carat diamond ring onto her finger. She
gasped and cried and stared at it, turning it every which way in
the light. At last, she threw her arms around him and kissed him
like forever was in her sights.

Together, they looked up at the starry sky.
Rohan’s heart filled with love and hope for their future.

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The
Baby Snatchers
is the next book in the Sydney Harbour
Hospital Series. Here’s a sneak peek:

Between heaven and hell…

Georgina Whitely loves her job as a midwife
at the prestigious Sydney Harbour Hospital. The joy and excitement
of helping to deliver babies never fails to bring a smile to her
face. But the job is not without its challenges…

Ward Seven is where pregnant, drug and
alcohol addicted women go to have their babies. It’s Georgie’s job
to not only manage the births, but also to manage the addictions.
It breaks her heart to watch tiny newborns suffer from the harsh
effects of drug withdrawal. And then there’s the stress of dealing
with their mothers.

But, despite the emotional and physical
upheavals a day on Ward Seven can bring, Georgie relishes the
challenges. The new mothers look up to her and respect her; they
want to keep her close. But babies are dying on Ward Seven and
nobody can figure out why.

Detective Sergeant Cameron Dawson has spent a
decade putting his troubled childhood behind him. Just when he
thinks his life is back on track, his sixteen-year-old sister,
Cynthia, arrives on the scene. Not only has she run away from home,
she’s also just given birth at the Sydney Harbour Hospital. When
Cameron arrives at Ward Seven, the midwife who introduces herself
as Georgie Whitely, informs him Cynthia’s baby has died.

Shocked and saddened, Cameron does his best
to help his sister through her grief. Within a fortnight, he hears
of another infant death on the same ward. The hospital staff say
the deaths are sudden and unexplainable, but Cameron isn’t so sure.
And what in the world do they have to do with Georgie Whitely…?

The
Baby Snatchers
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