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This was Lewis Gallagher. In the white shirt and formal trousers he wore with a white coat at work he looked professional, and she could see him as just another colleague. In faded jeans and a black T-shirt he looked younger. Approachable. Touchable.
How had she ever thought she could handle this?
‘Come in,’ she mumbled awkwardly.
She put the flowers in water, then buried her nose in them and breathed in the scent again. ‘These are glorious.’
‘I’m glad you like them,’ he said.
‘I wasn’t expecting you to bring me flowers.’
‘I believe it’s official first date behaviour.’
First of three, according to the grapevine. ‘So today you’re on your best behaviour, next time you’re going to be a bad boy, and after the third date you dump me?’ She shook her head. ‘No, thanks. I’ll pass.’
‘That’s a bit unfair. You don’t know me.’
True, but she wasn’t going to let him guilt-trip her into agreeing to anything. ‘I know your reputation.’
‘Don’t believe everything you hear.’ He held her gaze. ‘Just as I don’t believe everything I hear about you, Princess.’
The Ice Princess. Touché. ‘So why did you place that bid?’
‘Because,’ he said, ‘you intrigue me.’
Dear Reader
I couldn’t resist going back to the emergency department at the London Victoria and catching up with everyone (you may well recognise some names!). I enjoy opposites-attract stories, and at first glance you’d think that daredevil party boy Lewis is the opposite of quiet ice princess Abigail. Except nothing’s quite as it seems for these two; they both have tricky pasts and secrets to overcome, and they have a lot to teach each other.
Lewis buys a date with Abby to teach her how to relax and have fun. Except it ends up with Abby teaching Lewis to learn to trust his heart and discover what he really wants from life. And it’s not what he thinks it is…
One of my favourite parts of writing is hands-on research. I didn’t research the really scary stuff myself (unless you count watching Felix Baumgartner’s record sky-dive on TV), but I did grill friends who’ve done zip-lining and ice-skating. Researching the dancing was great fun, though my husband and I are rather better at the Cha Cha Cha than we are at the Waltz (and the dance shoes Abby buys are, ahem, just like mine). The Beethoven is my favourite piece of music. And I went to the Globe with my best friend while I was writing the book (though it was a different play!). I do hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I’m always delighted to hear from readers, so do come and visit me at www.katehardy.com
With love
Kate Hardy
About the Author
KATE HARDY lives in Norwich, in the east of England, with her husband, two young children, one bouncy spaniel, and too many books to count! When she’s not busy writing romance or researching local history she helps out at her children’s schools. She also loves cooking—spot the recipes sneaked into her books! (They’re also on her website, along with extracts and stories behind the books.) Writing for Mills & Boon® has been a dream come true for Kate—something she wanted to do ever since she was twelve. She’s been writing Medical Romances™ for over ten years now. She says it’s the best of both worlds, because she gets to learn lots of new things when she’s researching the background to a book: add a touch of passion, drama and danger, a new gorgeous hero every time, and it’s the perfect job!
Also by Kate Hardy:
In Mills & Boon® Medical Romance™
THE BROODING DOC’S REDEMPTION
ONCE A PLAYBOY…
DR CINDERELLA’S MIDNIGHT FLING
ITALIAN DOCTOR, NO STRINGS ATTACHED
ST PIRAN’S: THE FIREMAN AND NURSE LOVEDAY
(St Piran’s Hospital)
In Mills & Boon® Modern™ Romance
THE HIDDEN HEART OF RICO ROSSI
THE EX WHO HIRED HER
A MOMENT ON THE LIPS
In Mills & Boon® Romance
BALLROOM TO BRIDE & GROOM
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A Date with the Ice Princess
Kate Hardy
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CHAPTER ONE
‘ABIGAIL, AS YOU’VE only been with the team for a few weeks, I know it’s a bit of an ask,’ Max Fenton, the duty consultant, said, ‘but Marina’s put a lot into setting up the promise auction next weekend. So I was wondering if you might be able to donate something?’
Abigail knew that the quickest thing would be to ask her dad and his band to sign a photo and some CDs. Or offer tickets and a backstage pass to Brydon’s next tour. Except she’d learned the hard way not to mention that her father was the rock guitarist and singer Keith Brydon, founder of the group that bore his surname. Or that her flat had been bought with the royalties from ‘Cinnamon Baby’, the song he’d written for her the day of her birth. It might be a quick win, but it’d make her life way too complicated.
She could simply say no, but that would be mean. The promise auction was raising funds to buy equipment that the department badly needed. And she did want to help.
‘I, um… OK,’ she said. ‘What did you have in mind?’
‘Max, are you pestering our poor new special reg?’ Marina asked, coming to stand with them and sliding her arms round her husband’s waist.
‘On your behalf, yes.’ He twisted around to kiss her.
The perfect couple, Abigail thought, clearly so much in love. And even though she knew she was better off on her own, she couldn’t help feeling slightly wistful at the love in their expressions. What would it be like to be with someone who loved her that much?
Marina rolled her eyes. ‘Ignore him, Abigail. You honestly don’t have to do anything.’
Which left her on the outside, Abigail thought. Where she’d always been. Would it be so hard to be part of the team for once? ‘No, I’d really like to help,’ she said. ‘What sort of thing do you suggest?’
‘Really?’ Marina looked faintly surprised, then delighted. ‘Well, other people have offered things like dinner out, or cleaning for a day, or a basket of stuff.’ She paused. ‘Maybe you could offer some cinema tickets with popcorn and a drink thrown in, or something like that.’
‘Or a date. That’d be a good one,’ Max chipped in.
‘Shut up, Max. You’re not meant to be pressuring her. A date’s not a good idea. You know what—’ Marina stopped abruptly and put a hand to her mouth, looking horrified.
Abigail could guess why. And what Marina had been going to say. ‘It’s OK. I know people call me the ice princess,’ she said dryly. ‘It was the same at my last hospital.’
‘People don’t mean to be unkind.’ Marina looked awkward. ‘It’s just that… well, you keep yourself to yourself. It’s quite hard to get to know you.’
‘Yes.’ There wasn’t much else Abigail could say. It was true. She did keep herself to herself. For a very good reason. Once people worked out who she was, they tried to get close to her so they could get to meet her father—not because they wanted to get to know her better. Been there, done that, worn the T-shirt to shreds. She blew out a breath. ‘OK, then. I’ll offer a date.’
‘Please don’t feel that we’ve pushed you into this,’ Marina said. ‘If you’d rather offer a basket of girly stuff or some cinema tickets, that’d be just as good.’
It was a let-out. But Abigail was convinced, whatever Marina said, that her colleagues would think even less of her if she took it. ‘The date’s fine,’ she said.
Relief flooded Marina’s expression. ‘Thank you, Abigail. That’s fabulous. I really appreciate it.’
And maybe, Abigail thought, this would be a new start for her. A way of making friends. Real friends for once. Something she’d always found so difficult in the past.
The alternative—that she’d just made a huge, huge mistake—was something she didn’t want to think about.
Friday the following week was the night of the auction. The room was absolutely packed; all the emergency department staff who weren’t on duty were there, along with people Abigail half recognised from other departments that she’d met briefly while discussing the handover of patients.
Max Fenton and Marco Ranieri, two of the department’s consultants, had a double act going on as the auctioneers. And they hadn’t spared themselves from the promise auction: they’d both put themselves up as household slaves for a day, and driven each other’s price up accordingly.
Abigail bid successfully on a pair of tickets to a classical concert, and then it was her own promise up for auction.
A date.
Adrenalin prickled at the back of her neck. Why on earth hadn’t she thought to ask someone to bid for her at the auction? She would’ve funded the cost herself, and it would’ve gotten her out of an awkward situation.
Still, she was the ice princess. Hardly anyone would be interested in a date with her, would they?
Except that Marco and Max seemed to be on a roll, really talking her up.
Abigail could barely breathe when the bidding reached three figures.
And then a male voice drawled, ‘Five hundred pounds.’
Oh, for goodness’ sake. That was a ridiculous sum. And the only reason she could think of that the man would pay that sort of money for a date with her was because he’d found out who she was.
Please, please, let her be wrong.
She held her breath, not quite daring to turn round and look at whoever was bidding. Not wanting to make eye contact.
Everyone else in the room seemed to be holding their breath, too.
And then Max said easily, ‘Do we have an increase on five hundred pounds?’
Silence.
‘OK, then, that’s a wrap. Thank you. One date with Dr Abigail Smith, sold to Dr Lewis Gallagher.’
Lewis Gallagher?
Abigail’s brain couldn’t quite process it. Lewis Gallagher, special registrar in the emergency department, was the one man in the hospital who really didn’t have to buy a date. Women queued up to date him because he was a challenge. Every single one of them seemed to believe that she’d be the one to make him review his ‘three dates and you’re out’ policy. And, from what Abigail had heard, every single one of them failed.
Except her. Because when Lewis had asked her out last week, she’d said no.
And now he’d bought a date with her.
Oh, help. She needed some air. Time to think about how she was going to get out of this.
Except it was too late, because Lewis was standing beside her.
‘Move to me, I think, Dr Smith,’ he said softly, brandishing the certificate Marina had got her to sign for the auction—the promise of a date.
‘Five hundred pounds is a lot of money. Thank you for supporting the auction.’ She lifted her chin. ‘You get a date, but don’t expect me to end up in your bed.’
He laughed. ‘What makes you think that’s what I had in mind?’
His reputation. Colour rushed into her face. ‘So why did you buy a date with me, Dr Gallagher?’ Because he knew who she was?
He shrugged. ‘Because you said no when I asked you.’
Ah. Because she’d challenged his ego. She relaxed. Just a little bit.
He held her gaze. ‘And now you don’t have an excuse to say no.’
‘Maybe I just don’t want to go out with a party boy.’ She’d recognised his type the first time she’d met him. Handsome, wonderful social skills—and shallow as a puddle.
Not her type.
At all.
Lewis gave her the most charming, heart-melting smile she’d ever seen in her life. She’d just bet he practised it in front of a mirror.
‘Maybe I’m not the party boy you think I am,’ he said. ‘Want to know where we’re going?’
‘I haven’t decided yet,’ she said. And she almost winced at how haughty and snooty she sounded. This was ridiculous. She didn’t behave like a spoiled diva. That wasn’t who she was. Abigail Smith was a quiet and hard-working doctor who just got on with whatever needed to be done.
Yet Lewis Gallagher made her feel like a brat, wanting to throw a tantrum and stamp her feet when she didn’t get her own way. And she couldn’t understand why on earth he was affecting her like this.
‘Newsflash for you, princess. I bought a date with you. So you don’t get to decide where we’re going.’
Shut up, Abigail. Don’t answer him. Don’t let him provoke you. Except her mouth wasn’t listening. ‘Correction. You bought a date with me. Which means I organise it and I pick up the bill.’
‘Nope. It means you get to go out with me on Sunday morning.’
She was about to protest that she couldn’t, because she was working, when he added, ‘And you’re off duty on Sunday morning. I checked.’
She was trapped.
And maybe the fear showed in her eyes because his voice softened. ‘It’s only a date, Abby.’
Abby? Nobody called her that. Not even her father.
Well, especially not her father. He used her given name. The one she made sure nobody at work knew about because then it would be too easy to connect her with her father. Not that she didn’t love him—Keith Brydon was the most important person in the world to her. And she was incredibly proud of him. She just wanted to be seen for who she was, not dismissed as an attention-grabbing celeb’s daughter riding on her famous parent’s coat-tails.
Before she could protest, Lewis continued, ‘We’re just going somewhere and spending a bit of time together. All we’re doing is getting to know each other a little. But, just so we’re very clear on this, I’m not expecting you to sleep with me. Or even,’ he added, ‘to kiss me.’
‘Right.’ Oh, great. And now her voice had to croak, making it sound as if she wanted him to kiss her. How pathetic was that?
‘Wear jeans,’ he said. ‘And sensible shoes.’
‘Do I look like the sort of person who clip-clops around in high heels she can barely walk in?’ And then she clapped a hand to her mouth. Oh, no. She hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud.
His eyes crinkled at the corners. ‘No. But I think you could surprise me, Abby.’
She shivered. Oh, the pictures that put in her head. ‘I suppose now you’re going to say something cheesy about finding out if I have a temper to go with my red hair.’
‘It’s a cliché and I wouldn’t dream of it,’ he said. ‘Though, on this evening’s showing, I think you do.’
And, damn him, his eyes were twinkling. She almost, almost laughed.
‘You need sensible shoes,’ he said again. ‘Trainers would be really good. Oh, and wear your hair tied back.’
That was a given. She always wore her hair tied back. ‘So what are we doing?’ Despite herself, she was curious.
‘You’ll find out on Sunday. I’ll pick you up at your place.’
She shook her head. ‘There’s no need. I could meet you there.’
‘Ah, but you don’t know where we’re going.’
Irritating man. She forced herself to sound super-sweet. ‘You could tell me.’
‘True. But it’d be a waste of resources if we took two cars.’
‘Then I’ll drive.’ Maybe needling him a little would make sure he agreed to it. ‘Unless you’re scared of letting a woman drive you?’
‘No.’ He laughed. ‘Well, there’s one exception. But she’d scare anyone.’
Ex-girlfriend? she wondered. The one that got away?
Not that it was any of her business. And not that she was interested. Because she didn’t want to date Lewis Gallagher. She was only doing this because she’d made a promise to raise funds for the department.
‘So are you going to make a fuss about it, or will you allow me to drive rather than direct you?’
Put like that, she didn’t have much choice. She gave in. ‘OK. You can drive.’
‘Good. I’ll pick you up at nine. Your address?’
If she didn’t tell him, she was pretty sure he had the resources to find out. So she told him.
‘Great. See you on Sunday.’ And he was gone.
Making quite sure he had the last word, she noticed.
Abigail was really grateful for the fact that her shift on Saturday was immensely busy, with lots of people limping in with sports injuries and the like. The fact that she barely had a second to breathe also meant she didn’t have to talk; the hospital grapevine had been working overtime, so everyone knew Lewis had paid a ridiculous amount of money for a date with her—and she just knew that everyone was itching to ask questions. Why would a man who could date any woman he chose pay for a date with the girl nobody wanted to go out with?
This was crazy. She wasn’t his type. She wasn’t a party girl or one of the women who sighed over him and thought she could reform him. And, actually, she wanted to know the real answer to that question, too. Why on earth had he paid so much money for a date with her? Was his ego really so huge that he hadn’t been able to stand someone turning him down?
Though that was a bit unfair. It didn’t fit in with the man she’d seen taking time to reassure a frightened child with a broken wrist earlier in the week. Or the doctor who, instead of going to get something to eat during his lunch break, had spent the time talking to the elderly man who was in for observation with stomach pains but clearly didn’t have anyone to come and wait with him. Or the man who’d got a terrified yet defiant teenage girl to open up to him and tell him exactly which tablets she’d taken then had sat holding her hand and talking to her the entire way through the stomach pump that Abigail had administered.
Lewis was good with people. He gave them time. As a doctor, he was one of the best she’d ever worked with.
And Abigail had to admit that Lewis Gallagher was also very easy on the eye. His dark hair was cut a bit too short for her liking, but his slate-blue eyes were beautiful. And his mouth could make her feel hot all over if she allowed herself to think about it. Not to mention the dimple in his cheek when he smiled.
But she wasn’t looking for a relationship, and he was wasting his time. She’d explain; she’d give him back the money he’d paid for the date, and then hopefully that would be the end of it.
Except on Sunday he turned up at her front door with a bunch of sweet-smelling white stocks. Not a flashy, over-the-top bouquet with ribbons and cellophane and glitter, but a simple bunch of summer flowers wrapped in pretty paper. The kind of thing she’d buy herself as a treat. And it disarmed her completely.
‘For you,’ he said, and presented the flowers to her.
‘Thank you. They’re lovely.’ She couldn’t help breathing in their scent, enjoying it. And she’d have to put the flowers in water right now or they’d droop beyond rescue. It would be rude to leave him outside while she sorted out a vase.
But this was Lewis Gallagher. In the white shirt and formal trousers he wore with a white coat at work he looked professional and she could view him as just another colleague. In faded jeans and a black T-shirt he looked younger. Approachable. Touchable.
How had she ever thought she could handle this? Her social skills were rubbish. They always had been. Maybe if she hadn’t grown up in an all-male environment… She pushed the thought away. This wasn’t about her mother—or, rather, her lack of one. She was thirty years old and she was perfectly capable of dealing with this on her own.
‘Come in,’ she mumbled awkwardly.
She put the flowers in water, then buried her nose in them and breathed in the scent again. ‘These are glorious.’
‘I’m glad you like them,’ he said.
‘I wasn’t expecting you to bring me flowers.’
‘I believe it’s official first date behaviour.’
First of three, according to the grapevine. ‘So today you’re on your best behaviour, next time you’re going to be a bad boy, and after the third date you dump me?’ She shook her head. ‘No, thanks. I’ll pass.’
‘That’s a bit unfair. You don’t know me.’
True, but she wasn’t going to let him guilt-trip her into agreeing to anything. ‘I know your reputation.’
‘Don’t believe everything you hear.’ He held her gaze. ‘Just as I don’t believe everything I hear about you, princess. Even if you are starchy and standoffish at work.’
The ice princess. Touché. ‘So why did you place that bid?’
‘Because,’ he said, ‘you intrigue me.’
‘And because I turned you down.’
‘Yes,’ he admitted. ‘But it’s nothing to do with ego.’
‘No?’ she scoffed.
‘No. It’s because I was out of ideas on how to persuade you into joining in with the team outside work.’
So this wasn’t actually a date? She found herself relaxing. ‘I take it this is a team thing today, then?’
‘No. It’s just you and me.’ He shrugged. ‘And a few strangers.’
‘What do you mean, strangers?’
He spread his hands and gave her a mischievous little-boy smile. ‘There’s only one way to find out what we’re doing. Let’s go.’
She wasn’t that surprised to discover that his car was a convertible.
‘Very flashy,’ she said dryly. Though she supposed that navy blue was a tad more sophisticated than red.
‘Very comfortable, actually,’ he corrected her, unlocking the car and pressing a button to take the roof down.
The seats were soft, white leather. This should be clichéd and cheesy and make her want to sneer at him.
But he had a point, she discovered as she climbed in. The car was comfortable. And driving in the sunshine with the roof down and the wind in her hair was a real treat. She hadn’t done anything like this in ages; her own car was sensible, economical and easy to park, rather than a carefree convertible.
‘So where are we going?’ she asked.
‘About three-quarters of an hour away.’
He really wasn’t going to be drawn, was he?
‘Feel free to choose the music,’ he said.
The first radio station she tried was dance music—not her cup of tea at all. The second was playing one of her dad’s songs; she left the station playing, and couldn’t help humming along to the song.
Lewis smiled at her. ‘I had you pegged as listening only to highbrow stuff. Classical music. Like those tickets you bid on.’
He’d noticed that?
‘See, I told you that you could surprise me.’
‘So you don’t like this sort of stuff?’ Abigail had to remind herself not to jump to her dad’s defence.
‘Actually, I do. This sort of stuff is great on a play-list if you’re going out for a run. But I didn’t think you’d be a fan of Brydon.’
Their biggest. Not that she was going to tell Lewis that. Or why.
He didn’t press her to talk, and she found herself relaxing, enjoying the scenery.
Until he turned off the main road and she saw the sign.
‘Urban Jungle Adventure Centre.’ And it wasn’t just the name. It was the photographs on the hoarding of what people were doing at the centre. ‘We’re going zip-lining?’
‘It’s one of the biggest rushes you can get.’ He gave her a sidelong look as he parked the car. ‘With your clothes on, that is.’
She felt the colour stain her face. ‘Are you determined to embarrass me?’
‘No. I’m trying to make you laugh. I’m not trying to seduce you.’
‘I don’t understand you,’ she said. ‘I don’t have a clue what makes you tick.’
‘Snap. So let’s go and have some fun finding out.’
Fun. Zip-lining. The idea of launching herself off a platform and whizzing through space, with only a flimsy harness holding her onto a line to stop her plummeting to the ground… No, that wasn’t fun. It made her palms sweat.
He frowned. ‘Are you scared of heights, Abby?’
She let the diminutive pass without correcting him. ‘No.’
‘But you’re scared of this.’
She swallowed. ‘I work in the emergency department. I see accidents all the time.’
‘And you think you’re going to have an accident here?’ His expression softened. ‘It’s OK, Abby. This is safe. All the staff are trained. All the equipment is tested. Very, very regularly. Your harness isn’t going to break and you’re not going to fall. No broken bones, no concussion, no subdural haematoma. OK?’
How had he known what the pictures were in her head? She blew out a breath. ‘OK.’
‘The first time you do it, I admit, it can be a bit daunting. Hardly anyone jumps off the platform on their first time. The second time, you’ll know what the adrenalin rush feels like and you’ll leap off as if you’ve never been scared.’
She doubted it. A lot. ‘So this is what makes you tick. You’re an adrenalin fiend.’ And that was probably why he worked in the emergency department. Because it was all about speed, about split-second decisions that made the difference between life and death. Real adrenalin stuff.
‘Actually, I’m probably more of an endorphin fiend,’ he corrected. ‘Which is why I usually go for a run before every shift, so I feel great before I start work and I’m ready to face anything.’
She’d never thought of it that way before. ‘That makes sense.’
And of course he made her climb up the ladder before him. ‘Ladies first.’
‘You mean, you want to look at my backside,’ she grumbled.
He grinned. ‘That, too. It’s a very nice backside.’
She gave him what she hoped was a really withering look—no way did she want him to know just how scary she found this—and climbed up the ladder. Stubbornness got her to the top. But when it came to putting the harness on all her nerves came back. With teeth. And could she get the wretched thing on, ready for the adventure centre staff to check? Her fingers had turned into what felt like lumpy balloons.
Way to go, Abigail, she thought bitterly. How to embarrass yourself totally in front of the coolest guy in the hospital. Nothing changed, did it? She just didn’t fit in.
‘Let me help you,’ Lewis said.
He was all ready to go, harness and wide smile both in place. Well, they would be, she thought crossly.
‘And this isn’t an excuse to touch you, by the way. Fastening the harness can be a bit tricky, and I’ve already gone through that learning curve.’
Now she felt like the grumpiest, most horrible person on the planet. Because Lewis was being nice, not sleazy. She’d attributed motives to him that he clearly didn’t have and had thought the worst of him without any evidence to back it up. How mean was that? ‘Thank you,’ she muttered.
He laughed. ‘That sounds more like “I want to kill you”.’
‘I do,’ she admitted. And somehow he’d disarmed her. Somehow his smile didn’t seem cocky and smug any more. He was… Shockingly, she thought, Lewis Gallagher was nice.
Which was dangerous. She didn’t want to get close to a heartbreaker like Lewis Gallagher. She didn’t want to get involved with anyone. She just wanted her nice, quiet—well, busy, she amended mentally—life as an emergency department doctor.
‘OK. Step in.’
And what had seemed like an impossible web was suddenly fitting round her. Lewis’s hands were brushing against her, yes, but that was only because he was checking every single buckle and every single fastening, making doubly sure that everything was done properly and she was safe. There was nothing sexual in the contact.
Which should make her feel relieved.
So why did it make her feel disappointed? Surely she wasn’t so stupid as to let herself get attracted to a good-time guy like Lewis Gallagher?
‘OK. Ready?’ he asked.
No. Far from it. ‘Yes,’ she lied.
The adventure centre staff did a final check on her harness, clipped the carabiners to the zip-lines, and then she and Lewis were both standing on the very edge of the platform. Looking down over trees and a stream and—no, they didn’t seriously expect her just to step off into nothingness, did they?
‘You can step off or jump off,’ the adventure centre guy said.
‘See you at the bottom, Abby. After three,’ Lewis said. ‘One, two, three—whoo-hoo!’
And he jumped. He actually jumped.
‘I hate you, Lewis Gallagher. I really, really hate you,’ she said. Right at that moment she would’ve been happy to give him back the money he’d paid for their date and give double the amount to the hospital fund, as long as she didn’t have to jump.
‘Just step off, love. It’s all right once you get going,’ the adventure centre guy said. ‘It’s fun. Look at that ten-year-old next to you. He’s enjoying it.’
So now the guy thought she was feebler than a kid? Oh, great. Her confidence dipped just a bit more.
But there was no way out of this. She had to do it.
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