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  DR CHANDLER’S SLEEPING BEAUTY

  Melanie Milburne

  CHRISTMAS WITH DR DELICIOUS

  Sue MacKay

  www.millsandboon.com.au

  IMPRINT: Medical eBooks

  ISBN: 9781460888742

  TITLE: MEDICAL DUO - DR CHANDLER'S SLEEPING BEAUTY/CHRISTMAS WITH DR DELICIOUS

  First Australian Publication 2012

  Copyright © 2012 Melanie Milburne/Sue MacKay

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  DR CHANDLER’S SLEEPING BEAUTY

  Melanie Milburne

  About the Author

  From as soon as MELANIE MILBURNE could pick up a pen she knew she wanted to write. It was when she picked up her first Mills and Boon® at seventeen that she realised she wanted to write romance. After being distracted for a few years by meeting and marrying her own handsome hero, surgeon husband Steve, and having two boys, plus completing a Masters of Education and becoming a nationally ranked athlete (masters swimming), she decided to write. Five submissions later she sold her first book, and is now a multi-published, award-winning, USA TODAY bestselling author. In 2008 she won the Australian Readers Association most popular category/series romance, and in 2011 she won the prestigious Romance Writers of Australia R*BY award.

  Melanie loves to hear from her readers via her website www.melaniemilburne.com.au, or on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Melanie-Milburne/351594482609

  Dear Reader

  While I was writing my last Medical Romance, The Surgeon She Never Forgot, I had a scene where an Accident and Emergency doctor came in to talk to my hero Lewis Beck about his ill father. I found my next medical hero Jake Chandler right then and there. I just love it when characters come to me and beg me to write their story!

  Jake was tall and incredibly good-looking, with dark blue eyes. I knew immediately that he was a bit of a playboy. I even knew why he was so against settling down. His backstory was like a download in my head.

  All I needed now was a suitable heroine to rock Jake’s world. And in no time at all newly qualified A&E doctor Kitty Cargill came along. Again it was like a download. I knew immediately that Kitty would be a classic fish out of water. I also knew she would be an old-fashioned English girl from an unconventional background.

  A sweetheart, a home girl with a broken heart, meets a commitment-phobe, notoriously sexy playboy. What a perfect mix for a pulse-racing romance!

  I love writing the scene where my characters meet for the first time. I have so much fun thinking of ways they can take an instant dislike to each other, or get the wrong impression, or strike passionate sparks from the first moment their eyes meet. Jake and Kitty certainly didn’t let me down. Kitty makes a first impression on Jake that is nothing like the impression she hoped to make on her devilishly handsome boss!

  I hope you enjoy reading about how Jake and Kitty met and fell in love, and that you laugh and cry with them along the way. I certainly did!

  Warmest wishes

  Melanie Milburne

  DEDICATION

  To Andrea Debomford, who gave me the inspiration for the way Jake and Kitty first meet. Thanks for your friendship. Love you. xxx

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘I CAN’T believe you talked me into wearing this,’ Kitty Cargill said to her cousin as they entered the city hotel where Julie’s ‘Pimps and Prostitutes’ fancy dress thirtieth birthday party was being held. ‘I’m sure it’s because I’m still suffering from jet lag and I’m not in my right mind.’

  ‘You look awesome,’ Julie said. ‘I never knew you had such great legs. That PVC skirt really shows some serious thigh.’

  Kitty pulled the skirt—which in her opinion was too skimpy even to qualify for the term—down over the ladder in the black fishnet tights that her cousin had insisted was an essential part of the get-up. ‘Now I can see where my mother got her wacky out-there genes,’ she said, cringing in embarrassment at some of the looks she was attracting as they made their way to the function room.

  ‘Lighten up, hon,’ Julie said. ‘You’re not going to last long in Aussieland unless you strap on a sense of humour. You’re way too conservative. You Brits all act like you’ve been potty-trained at gunpoint.’

  ‘Ha, ha, ha,’ Kitty said. ‘I’ll have you know I wasn’t potty-trained at all. My parents thought it was far more progressive and fundamental to my development that I sorted it all out for myself when I was good and ready.’

  Julie grinned at her. ‘So should I be worried about you going where you shouldn’t while you’re bunking down with me?’

  Kitty gave her a look. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said. ‘I won’t be with you much longer. I’ve already found a town house to rent online. The real estate agent confirmed it this afternoon. It’s not far from the hospital and even closer to the beach at Bondi.’

  ‘It sounds perfect,’ Julie said. ‘Have you met anyone from St Benedict’s yet? Your boss in A&E or the CEO?’

  ‘Not yet,’ Kitty said. ‘I’m going to introduce myself in the next day or so. I’m not due to start until next week, but I thought it’d be polite to put in an appearance—given I didn’t go through the normal face-to-face interview process.’

  ‘I still can’t quite get my head around you being a fully-fledged doctor,’ Julie said, giving her a playful shoulder-bump. ‘Last time I saw you, when Mum and I came to London for Christmas, you were playing with dolls.’

  Life was certainly a whole lot simpler then, Kitty thought wistfully as she followed her cousin into the party room, which was thumping with deafening music.

  Jake Chandler was on night shift for the fourth night in a row and feeling it. Friday and Saturday nights were not his favourite times to be on duty. Far too many partygoers with too much alcohol on board and too little common sense clogged public A&E departments like his all over the country. In their noisy midst were the seriously sick and injured.

  So far tonight he’d had to deal with the death of a sixteen-year-old girl in a motorcycle accident and a serious stabbing. The girl had been riding pillion on the back of her boyfriend’s bike. It had been her first time on a motorbike and her second date with the boyfriend. She had been the only child of a single mother. Jake could still see the collapse of the girl’s mother’s face when he had told her.

  The stabbing had been a drug deal turned sour. The guy had almost bled out before Jake could stem the bleeding. The guy was twenty-four years old—the same age as Jake’s younger brother, Robbie. Would this be how his k
id brother ended up? Found in some sleazy back alley, mortally wounded, stoned and senseless? How could he stop it? What more could he do? Robbie’s refusal to grow up and take responsibility for himself made Jake feel he had failed.

  He had let his family down.

  He had let his mother down.

  Jake glanced at the clock on the wall on his way back from escorting the stabbing victim to Theatre.

  Five minutes to midnight.

  It was about time for the drunk and disorderly to come spilling in. He just hoped Robbie wasn’t one of them.

  ‘Dr Chandler?’ Jake’s registrar Lei Chung approached him while he was washing his hands at one of the sterilising basins. ‘I have a couple of tipsy call girls in Bay Five. One of them has a suspected broken ankle.’

  Jake mentally rolled his eyes as he tugged some paper towels out to dry his hands. ‘They told you they were call girls?’ he asked.

  ‘They didn’t have to,’ Lei said, rolling his eyes. ‘Just wait until you see them.’

  ‘They’re entitled to the same level of care as anyone else,’ Jake said, tossing the screwed-up paper in the bin before reaching for a new pair of gloves. ‘Have you ordered an X-ray?’

  ‘The radiographer will be down in ten minutes,’ Lei said. ‘He’s seeing a patient on the orthopaedic ward. One of his hip patients had a fall.’

  Jake twitched the curtain aside of Bay Five. ‘Hello,’ he said. ‘I’m Dr Chandler.’

  The girl sitting beside the one lying on the trolley shot to her feet. ‘I’m so terribly sorry about this,’ she said, speaking in a cut-glass London accent that didn’t fool Jake for a moment. ‘I don’t think it’s broken. I’m sure it’s just a sprain. But my cousin is in so much pain I thought we should have it X-rayed. I thought it best if—’

  Jake quirked one brow upwards. ‘Your … cousin?’

  ‘Her name is Julie Banning, and I’m—’

  ‘Hello, Julie,’ Jake said, turning to the girl on the trolley. ‘Can you tell me what happened?’

  ‘I was dancing with this guy and his legs got twisted with mine,’ Julie said, with an Australian accent even broader than his. ‘I hit the floor and twisted my ankle. I heard something snap—I swear to God I did. It hurts like freaking hell.’

  ‘Let’s have a look, shall we?’ Jake said.

  He examined the ankle, but found only swelling and tenderness over the lateral ligaments and no obvious fracture. He checked the patient for any other injuries, but apart from a bruise on her elbow she was all clear—which was lucky considering how much alcohol he could smell on her and her posh-sounding little sidekick.

  ‘I’ll order an X-ray just to be on the safe side,’ he said. ‘An orderly will be with you shortly. And go easy on the partying, OK? You could’ve really done some serious damage. You might not be so lucky next time.’ He gave the other young woman a cursory nod and left the cubicle.

  ‘Dr Chandler?’ The young woman spoke from behind him just as he got to his office.

  Jake turned to look at her. ‘Yes?’

  She shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking distinctly uncomfortable. He didn’t know working girls could blush. Maybe she was new to the game. She didn’t look very old. Her skin was porcelain-smooth and her eyes—in spite of the heavy eyeshadow—were clear and bright and a rather stunning shade of grey. Perhaps she was worried he was going to ask for a drug screen on her ‘cousin’, or a blood alcohol level.

  ‘I wanted to say thank you for seeing my cousin so promptly,’ she said. ‘I was worried it might take hours and hours. She seemed in a lot of pain and I—’

  ‘Do you realise the dangers of binge drinking?’ Jake asked, frowning at her reproachfully.

  Her eyes flickered. ‘Pardon?’

  He stripped her with his gaze. ‘You smell like a brewery, the both of you.’

  Her cheeks flushed bright red. ‘I’m not drunk!’

  He rolled his eyes in disdain. ‘Yeah, that’s what they all say.’

  ‘But I’m not!’ she said. ‘Julie spilt her drink on the floor when she fell. I knelt down to help her and got soaked in it. I’ve only had half a glass of champagne the whole night.’

  ‘How much has your cousin had to drink?’ he asked.

  ‘A bit …’ She bit her bottom lip. ‘A lot … quite a lot … loads, actually. It’s her thirtieth birthday. I told her to slow down but she wouldn’t listen.’ She made a self-deprecating movement of her mouth. ‘She thinks I’m too conservative.’

  Jake flicked his gaze over her sinfully short PVC skirt and the black bustier top that showcased a rack that was small but no less impressive. ‘I can see what she means,’ he said dryly.

  Her big grey eyes with their raccoon-like eyeshadow widened in affront and her small neat chin came up. ‘Dr Chandler, perhaps I should take this opportunity to properly introduce myself,’ she said. ‘My name is Kitty Car—’

  ‘Kitty as in Kitty Litter?’ Jake put in, without holding back on his mocking smile.

  Her generously plumped mouth flattened. ‘No,’ she said, those storm cloud eyes flashing at him resentfully. ‘Kitty as in Katherine. Katherine Cargill. Dr Katherine Cargill, to be precise.’

  Jake rocked back on his heels. So this was the new three-month appointment who had been recruited while he’d been away on leave. He’d been wrong about the accent. Funny, but he’d thought it way too posh to be for real. Maybe it was time to have a little fun. Let her get to know the colonial natives, so to speak. God knew he could do with a bit of a laugh after the night he’d had.

  ‘Have things got so bad in the public health system that junior doctors have to moonlight in other less salubrious professions?’ he asked.

  She glared at him. ‘This is not what it looks like,’ she said, waving a stiff hand to encompass her attire. ‘It’s a costume.’

  Jake leisurely ran his gaze over every inch of her outfit, right down her long shapely legs encased in sexy fishnets to the scarily high heels on her dainty feet. ‘It’s very convincing,’ he said.

  She frowned at him. ‘Haven’t you been to a fancy dress party before?’

  ‘Yeah,’ he drawled. ‘I went as the Big Bad Wolf. I huffed and I puffed and brought the whole house down.’

  She gave him a haughty look down the length of her nose that was right out the pages of a Jane Austen novel. ‘At least you wouldn’t have had to go to the trouble and expense of hiring a costume,’ she said. ‘You would have gone just as you are.’

  Jake held her feisty little eye-lock. He felt a stirring in his groin that had nothing to do with her skimpy outfit. There was something about her imperious air and her toffee-nosed accent that made his flesh tingle from head to foot.

  Was it his self-imposed dating drought that had stirred his senses so intensely? He’d made a bet with his sister at Christmas that he could give up sex for the rest of the summer. Rosie had criticised his playboy lifestyle, even going as far as saying it was setting a bad example for her young son, Nathan. If he lost the bet he would have to pay Rosie a thousand dollars towards Nathan’s education fund. He had no problem with donating the money for Nathan. He would give that and more, bet or no bet. But he did have a problem with his kid sister thinking he had no self-control and discipline. So he’d set a new record for himself—a new personal best. He didn’t like admitting it, but abstinence had been good for him. His sex life had become a bit boring and predictable over the last year. But he didn’t want anything long-term. He was happy with his fancy-free approach to relationships. It had just been a bad year, that was all.

  Besides, he liked his flings short and uncomplicated.

  No strings.

  No rings.

  No promises.

  Once his period of celibacy was up, Kitty Cargill, with her I’m-just-pretending-to-be-a-wild-child routine, could be just the one to kick things off for the rest of this year.

  ‘You can take your cousin home as soon as she’s had her X-ray,’ Jake said. ‘And I hope when I next see
you in this unit you’re wearing something a little more appropriate. We’re supposed to be saving patients’ lives here, not giving them myocardial infarcts. Understood?’

  She gave him a glittering glare. ‘Perfectly, Dr Chandler.’

  ‘Grrrgghhh!’ Kitty was still fuming as she unpacked her things at her new town house three days later. She cringed in embarrassment when she thought of turning up for work the following Monday. How on earth was she going to face him?

  Julie, damn her, was still laughing about it, in spite of hobbling about on crutches and having to take time off from her job as a beautician. Her cousin thought the sprained ankle was worth it to have seen someone as prim and proper as Kitty floundering so far out of her depth.

  ‘God, he was so gorgeous,’ Julie had said only that morning when Kitty had rung to check on her. ‘Did you see how dark his blue eyes were? And so tall! He must have been six foot three or four, don’t you think?’

  ‘I’m trying not to think about him,’ Kitty said. ‘That was singularly the most excruciatingly embarrassing evening of my entire life.’ Well, apart from finding my best friend, Sophie, in bed with my long-term boyfriend the very weekend I thought he was going to propose to me. ‘I wonder if it’s too late to ask for a transfer to another hospital …’ She bit down on her lip, daunted at the thought of finding a new placement at such short notice.

  ‘He had great hands,’ Julie rabbited on. ‘So strong and capable and masculine. I wonder if he’s married. I don’t think he was wearing a ring. But he was wearing gloves, so who knows? Maybe a little fling with your new boss will be just the trick to get that two-timing jerk Charles Wetherby out of your system once and for all.’

  ‘Will you stop it, for pity’s sake?’ Kitty said. ‘I don’t want to talk about Dr Chandler.’ Or Charles, she added silently, with a tight cramping pain over her heart.