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  A second chance with her GP...

  Dare she follow her heart this time?

  Jayne had been so happy! Engaged to gorgeous Sam Crenshaw, planning an idyllic life together as GPs in Whitticombe’s close-knit community. Until the day her twin sister died, compelling Jayne to leave the man she loved to fulfill her sister’s dreams. Now a pediatric cardiologist, Jayne’s hit crisis point—and coming home to heal reminds her that her own dream is still a life with Sam!

  “I was checking that you were alright. You looked upset.”

  Score one to Sam for still being able to read her emotional barometer.

  “Awww... You wanted to make sure my heart wasn’t breaking because you were on a date? Don’t worry. I’m not jealous.”

  Sam’s eyebrow arced.

  Oh, sugar. She was jealous.

  She pulled her ponytail across her eyes, unwilling to read what was going on in Sam’s. “Sorry, sorry. I’m happy for you. Of all the people in the universe, you deserve happiness.”

  “And you don’t?”

  She dropped her ponytail and felt it swish between her shoulder blades as her eyes met Sam’s.

  His tight smile softened. He lifted his hand up and swept the back of his fingers against her cheek.

  Against everything her brain was screaming at her to do, she leaned into them.

  “Miss me?” he asked.

  She did, actually. Always had.

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome back! Or, welcome on board if you are new to my books. Something new is always a reason for excitement...but sometimes the things—or someones—we’ve left behind are every bit as important.

  My husband and I sometimes joke that we might not have liked each other very much if we’d met ten years earlier. We’ll never know if it’s true, and I’m certainly pleased to report that we like each other very much now, thank you very much. However...it was because of the heartaches and life lessons and all of the other business of growing up that we’d gone through that had put us at a point where we knew exactly what we wanted when we met.

  Jayne and Sam had a tough run of it...but perhaps a bit of time and space was exactly what they needed to enable them to see their lives from a fresh perspective.

  I hope you enjoy! Do feel free to get in touch and let me know. I’m on Facebook, Twitter and you can always email me at [email protected].

  See you soon!

  xo Annie O’

  A Return, a Reunion, a Wedding

  Annie O’Neil

  Books by Annie O’Neil

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  Single Dad Docs

  Tempted by Her Single Dad Boss

  Hope Children’s Hospital

  The Army Doc’s Christmas Angel

  Hot Greek Docs

  One Night with Dr. Nikolaides

  Italian Royals

  Tempted by the Bridesmaid

  Claiming His Pregnant Princess

  Paddington Children’s Hospital

  Healing the Sheikh’s Heart

  Hot Latin Docs

  Santiago’s Convenient Fiancée

  Christmas Eve Magic

  The Nightshift Before Christmas

  The Monticello Baby Miracles

  One Night, Twin Consequences

  London’s Most Eligible Doctor

  Her Hot Highland Doc

  Her Knight Under the Mistletoe

  Reunited with Her Parisian Surgeon

  The Doctor’s Marriage for a Month

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  Praise for Annie O’Neil

  “Santiago’s Convenient Fiancée...is a vibrant, passionate love story with a medical backdrop that adds the drama quotient to this already captivating story.”

  —Goodreads

  Annie O’Neil won the 2016 RoNA Rose Award for her book Doctor...to Duchess?

  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

  EXCERPT FROM THEIR ONE-NIGHT TWIN SURPRISE BY KARIN BAINE

  CHAPTER ONE

  JAYNE SHOULD HAVE been getting fist-bumps right now. High-fives. A group hug. Not watching a mass exodus from her operating theatre.

  What on earth was going on?

  She pulled off her surgical gown, gave her face a quick scrub, and deposited it into the laundry bin.

  ‘All right there, Dr Sinclair?’

  The hospital’s favourite surgical nurse, Sana, didn’t body-block her, exactly, but... Why was the rest of the surgical team high-tailing it out of there?

  Peculiar.

  Maybe they all had hot dates. Or on-call rooms to collapse in.

  Ten hours of heart transplant surgery was tiring. For most people, anyway. Sana looked as energetic as ever. Maybe it was the dancing unicorns on her scrubs.

  Sana fixed Jayne with her bright smile. ‘Somebody’s frown is upside down. And we don’t do that here at the London Merryweather Children’s Hospital. Not after a successful surgery.’

  ‘I’m not frowning.’ Jayne fought to smooth the furrow between her eyes.

  Okay, fine. The surgery had been tough...but it wasn’t as if she wanted to talk about it.

  ‘The Jayne Sinclair I know doesn’t frown. So...’ Sana popped her hands on to her hips. ‘Are you going to explain to me what’s broken your smiley face or am I going to have to start pulling teeth?’

  Jayne tried to look away and couldn’t.

  Oh, crumbs. So this was The Sana Look.

  Five years at the Merryweather and she’d never once seen it. If the rumour mill was anything to go by it was pointless to resist.

  The Sana Look, as it was known in hospital parlance, was something to actively avoid. It was responsible for all sorts of madness. The Head of Paediatric Surgery had buckled under its strength, finally fulfilling a lifelong dream to climb Mount Kilimanjaro. Registrars fled to cosy cottages in Devon to tackle long-neglected ‘To Read’ piles. Nurses skipped around theme parks in Florida. Even the aptly named Dr Stayer, who was rumoured never to have once taken a day of holiday in his thirty years of practice, had handed in his notice and was learning how to surf in Bali at this very moment.

  No one was immune.

  When Sana gave The Look, the HR department listened. As did the hospital’s Chief Executive. It was that powerful. It meant one thing and one thing only: someone needed to take a holiday.

  Jayne shuddered. Already she could see her six weeks of unused holiday waiting to pounce and attack.

  Nooo!

  She didn’t do breaks. Or downtime. She certainly didn’t casually hand in holiday requests. She did surgery. And extra shifts. And proactively offered a helping hand wherever she could
in the hospital so that she could become the best paediatric cardiologist possible. This was her happy place. Here she could fix things. Out there she... Well, she and London had never exactly bonded.

  She swept her hands across her face and turned her frown into a smile. ‘Nothing to worry about on this front, Sana. See?’ She struck a jaunty pose. ‘Happy face!’

  Sana gave her one of those slow head-to-toe scans that said, Girlfriend...try telling that to the judge.

  Jayne shifted uncomfortably.

  ‘You did a great job...’ Sana said, in a way that had a big fat ‘but’ lying in wait.

  ‘Always a good day when I can fix a heart.’ If only she could fix her own.

  Sana arched an eyebrow as if she’d heard the silent plea.

  It had been one tear. Just the one! A tear that had been shed well after the critical part of the surgery had been finished. Jayne’s hands had been clear of the patient. The other surgeons had been closing under her supervision. Nothing for Sana to get all Looky over.

  Sana crossed her arms over her chest and started humming. She was patient. More than that... She was well-versed in cocky young surgeons lying about their feelings after particularly tough surgeries.

  If only she knew just how tough this one had been...

  Jayne’s patient—a gorgeous, bright and very funny fourteen-year-old called Stella—had been on a mechanical heart for five months now. An epic stretch of time for anyone to endure that level of heart failure, let alone a kid. Her family was exhausted from putting on a brave face. Not to mention bearing the weight of constant fear that came with the simple fact that one day Stella’s body simply might not be able to handle being put through the mill any more.

  When a donor heart had become available early that morning Jayne and her team had been elated. They’d pulled in every favour in the book to get it to London and into the patient’s chest, where it was now beating away all on its own.

  It should have been a landmark moment. For Stella, obviously. But for Jayne, too.

  She’d spent over ten years of her life training, studying, and fine-tuning herself to become a paediatric cardiologist—just as her twin sister Jules had imagined she would be one day.

  Her heart seized so hard and tight she could hardly breathe. She needed to get out of here.

  Her eyes darted to the doors of the operating theatre and once again Sana’s brown eyes appeared in front of her. Looking.

  This wasn’t how she’d pictured this moment. Completing a full heart transplant surgery was meant to have been an epically happy day for her. The day that she finally fulfilled her sister’s dream.

  As she shrank under Sana’s unblinking gaze she felt her blood begin to chill in her veins. Maybe fulfilling someone else’s destiny didn’t work that way.

  If she were Jules she’d be leading a parade to the pub right now. Buying the first round. Toasting her team of fellow surgeons, nurses, nephrologists, immunologists and all the other medical professionals who’d helped make this critical surgery a reality. Daring everyone to join her in a charity skydive.

  Not being stared down by Sana.

  Okay, fine! Blubbing over a patient wasn’t the done thing in transplant surgery. Which was why there were rules in place. And yet the one rule...the only rule...of her operating theatre when she was about to place one person’s vital organ into another person? Oh, that rule had been well and truly broken.

  No. Unnecessary. Details.

  A good heart was a good heart. Origin stories weren’t necessary. They made her emotional. There wasn’t a person on earth who was served well by an emotional surgeon.

  Committed? Passionate? Intense?

  Absolutely. Jayne admitted to all those things. Proudly.

  Sure, it was important to know some things about donor organs. Suitability. Viability. Accessibility. Jayne always checked the facts. She also ran a slew of tests. Bloods, X-rays, tomography, MRIs, ultrasounds. Not to mention the coronary angiography and the cardiac catheterisation. She’d done each and every one of them with the exacting scientific precision they had required. And then asked for the flow of information to stop there.

  One of the junior surgeons on her team simply hadn’t got it. Just as she’d lifted the heart into her hands he’d blurted out the origin story of the donor.

  That was when the first sting of tears had hit.

  She’d crushed them, of course.

  But it had been tough.

  The donor heart had come with strings attached. Strings that went all the way back to the worst day in Jayne’s life. The heart she had successfully transplanted into Stella had belonged to a young woman who’d been out for a bicycle ride on a country lane.

  Just like Jules. Jayne’s twin.

  Neither young woman had returned home. Neither had heard their sister calling frantically for the car to stop. Neither one had lived to fulfil their destinies. Because both of them had been declared brain-dead at the scene. So if Jayne’s smile wasn’t hitting her eyes she had a damn good reason why.

  She heard a page on the intercom and made a dash for the door. ‘Pretty sure that’s Stella’s room.’

  Sana started laughing and body-blocked her. ‘Easy there, tiger. That was for Dr Lewis. It’s his wife.’

  ‘How do you even know that?’ She’d not heard a single word of the page.

  Sana’s face softened with one of those warm, all-knowing smiles of hers. ‘She always rings around now, to find out whether or not she should put his supper on.’

  ‘Ah.’

  A twist of envy squeezed the air out of her chest. She could have had that too. Someone who loved her enough to make her supper...cared enough not to burn it...cared if she came home at all...

  An image of Sam popped into her head and swiftly she swept it away. No point in swan-diving into ancient history. Even so, she’d bet he wouldn’t be fazed by Sana’s Look. He’d shoot her one of those crooked smiles of his. Give her a wink, a hug, and promise they’d sit and talk all she wanted over a cup of tea and a scone down by the river.

  He was one of those men who made time for everyone and the expression on his face when she’d handed him back his ring...

  Sana gave Jayne’s arm a gentle squeeze. ‘Go home. Take a bath. Do whatever you do to unwind. Then take some real time off. You’ve dedicated yourself to Stella for months. This is when you let the rest of the team look after her.’

  Jayne bristled. ‘No way. Until her body accepts that heart I’m staying.’

  The Look reared up, strong and powerful. ‘When’s the last time you took a holiday? And I’m not talking about the two days a year you take off to throw some Christmas presents at your parents, either.’

  Ouch.

  ‘You cried. In surgery.’ Sana rolled her finger. ‘And the reason why was...?’

  Jayne tried to turn away, but it was as if Sana’s eyes were pouring invisible cement into her trainers. Lemon juice into her seven-years-old wounds.

  Was this what The Sana Look did? Brought things to the surface that you’d tried for years to hide?

  Sana blinked. Deliberately.

  The tiniest hint of perspiration broke out on Jayne’s forehead.

  Suddenly Jayne was beginning to see the advantage of taking a break. A chance to regroup. Get her emotions back under control. She could go to a boot camp. Or a Mastering Your Inner Ninja week.

  The flash of another option sent a complication of emotions pouring through her heart. Maybe she could just...go home?

  Sana had a point. Everyone’s life needed balance, and her life was one hundred per cent devotion to her job. She had no life outside the hospital. She’d tried clubbing, rock-climbing, wild city breaks in Europe’s party places, and yet, years later it turned out partying till she dropped, terrifying herself with adrenaline-laced activities and fixing someone else’s heart, was nev
er, ever going to bring her sister back.

  Which meant...maybe going home to heal some wounds might be a good thing.

  Oh. My. Word. What was happening to her?

  It was The Look. No doubt about it.

  Sana put her hands on Jayne’s shoulders, forcing her to meet her eyes.

  ‘Jayne.’ Sana’s voice was kind—loving, even. ‘You need some time off. What about your parents? They’re out near Oxford somewhere, aren’t they? Surely they’d love a visit from their surgeon daughter?’

  Jayne shook herself free of Sana’s hands. Her relationship with her parents had altered irrevocably the day Jules had died. She knew they loved her, but Jules had been one of those rare souls who’d taken people’s breath away for all the right reasons. Beautiful, vivacious, crazy, smart...

  Risk-taker. Unsettled. Adrenaline junkie.

  All the things Jayne wasn’t.

  ‘My parents tend to go away in the summer.’

  It was Scotland this year. Was it the Outer Hebrides? Somewhere remote, she knew. The fewer cars the better. She had the address in her phone, but the remit was always the same. No cars. Her mother, who’d once shone with a bright passion for life, had been all but literally wrapped in cotton wool ever since the accident.

  ‘Friends, then?’ Sana persisted. ‘Surely you’ve got someone back in Whitticombe who’d love to see you?’

  ‘Not really,’ she lied.

  Her bestie, Maggie, would put her up in a heartbeat.

  As if Sana’s inquisition was wringing the truth out of her, she silently admitted there were two very simple reasons she hated going home.

  One: she couldn’t think of Whitticombe without thinking of her sister’s death. A death that never would have happened if she hadn’t asked Jules to come home that day to celebrate her engagement. Which led to reason number two. The only thing more painful than helplessly watching the life slip away from her sister had been handing her engagement ring back to Sam.

  Urgh!

  Sana’s suggestion was impossible. Six whole weeks of avoiding The Romance That Might Have Been? The Marriage She’d Always Wanted? The Life She Could Have Had?