The Magic Of Christmas

The Magic Of Christmas
Sarah Morgan

A mummy…just in time for Christmas?Beautiful, bubbly nurse Lara King just can’t resist a little girl’s Christmas wish–for her daddy to be happy–so she steps in as the sexy A&E consultant’s new live-in nanny!Christian Blake lost his faith in love a long time ago, but now, as Lara fills his house with warmth and sparkle, he realises that she’s his once-in-a-lifetime chance for happiness.As the first snowflakes start to fall he can only hope that Christmas will weave its magic and Lara will accept the special present waiting for her under the tree…

A mom…just in time for Christmas?

Beautiful, bubbly nurse Lara King just can’t resist a little girl’s Christmas wish—for her daddy to be happy—so she steps in as the sexy ER consultant’s new live-in nanny!

Christian Blake lost his faith in love a long time ago, but now, as Lara fills his house with warmth and sparkle, he realizes that she’s his once-in-a-lifetime chance for happiness.

As the first snowflakes start to fall, he can only hope that Christmas will weave its magic and Lara will accept the special present waiting for her under the tree…

The Magic of Christmas

Sarah Morgan

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CONTENTS

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_fbfcddb2-09f4-53ad-aaa9-8e460b81dc2a)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_5d81a0d0-dbd1-5962-b5fd-8430c0723cc9)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_27483c1d-9b06-55e3-8f40-faf167d2ce17)

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CHAPTER ONE (#u11bf8d95-6016-5499-ad5d-8f85eeb8a47a)

‘YOU’RE going to fall in love with a strong, handsome man, dear. And he’s going to propose to you on Christmas Day.’

‘I hate to disappoint you, but all the men I meet are either sick or injured and there’s no way I’m marrying any of them.’ Lara applied the last of the Steristrips to the woman’s leg and glanced at her patient with laughter in her eyes. ‘Anyway, the last thing I need right now is love.’

‘Everyone needs love.’

‘You sound exactly like my mother,’ Lara murmured, checking the wound one last time. ‘And I’m not disagreeing, I’m just saying that this is a bad time. I’ve resigned from my job and I’m going travelling in January. I’m visiting my brother. He’s been gone for six months and I miss him horribly.’

‘Yes, Australia is a long way.’

‘How do you know that he’s living in Australia?’ Startled, Lara looked up from the wound and her patient gave a placid smile.

‘I’m a psychic, dear. Seeing the future is what I do. I was on my way to do a Christmas party when I slipped. The pavements are very icy today.’ She drew her beaded scarf around her shoulders and studied Lara closely. ‘Your aura is red—the colour of strength and passion.’

‘Well, I have no objection to passion or to meeting a strong handsome man.’ Trying to work out how the woman could possibly know that her brother was living in Australia, Lara reached for a dressing. ‘I could do with a bit of excitement in my life. But no man, however gorgeous, is going to stop me going to Australia.’

‘Not stop, no. But you’ll be cutting your trip short. You won’t want to be without him.’

‘Thea, you have to stop this!’ Lara stared at her patient with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. ‘From the moment the paramedics brought you in, you’ve been predicting everyone’s future. You’ve already shocked Fran on Reception by telling her that she’s going to be pregnant by Christmas.’

‘Why is that shocking?’

‘Because she doesn’t even have a boyfriend! You have to admit that single to pregnant in less than a month is a bit of a leap even for the broad-minded.’ She carefully placed the dressing over the wound and secured it with a light compression bandage. ‘There. That’s done. You can go home.’

And so could she. It was her half-day and there was somewhere she needed to be.

‘I’m not going anywhere until I’ve read your palm. I want to repay your kindness to me. It’s the least I can do. I might be able to give you some clarity.’ The woman reached out and took Lara’s hand in a firm grip. ‘Let me see…’

Amused, Lara gave her hand a little tug. ‘My hand is going to tell you that I’m a single, overworked nurse who doesn’t have time for romance.’

‘Love often arrives when you’re not looking for it,’ Thea murmured, holding Lara’s palm in a firm grip. ‘Oh, my dear girl, you’re so lonely, aren’t you? You work so hard that you don’t have a social life, you’re tired all the time and deep down you dream of having a big, noisy family of your own. You can’t understand why everyone seems to be in a couple, apart from you. You’re asking yourself if you’re too fussy.’

Lara sat for a moment, trying not to be spooked by the accuracy of the woman’s assessment. She gave herself a mental shake. ‘I have bags under my eyes so it’s obvious that I’m tired. I’m a nurse in the busiest emergency department in London, so it’s obvious that I’m going to be working too hard to have a social life. It’s not rocket science. I don’t know how you found out about the ticket to Australia, but plenty of people go there so it was just a lucky guess.’

It had to have been a lucky guess.

Ignoring Lara’s brisk interjection, Thea continued to scrutinise her palm. ‘You’re dreading Christmas because this is the first year that the whole of your family won’t be together and you’re feeling sad about that.’

Lara felt her heart twist and she stood up suddenly and snatched her hand away. ‘Go back to your GP in five days to have the dressing taken off.’

Thea gave a gentle smile. ‘You’re wondering how I know so much about you, aren’t you? You’re telling yourself that I’m just a silly old lady talking mumbo-jumbo.’

‘Thea—’

‘What can I possibly know? But, you see, I do know. I can read the future. Wonderful things are going to happen to you this Christmas. A wonderful man. Four children.’