"Dr Romano’s Christmas Baby by Amy Andrews is a story of tenderness and romance, but it is also one of hope for those involved. This book made me laugh and cry as well as believe in hope and survival in tragic times."
Nurse Rilla Winters is shocked to learn the new A&E Director at Brisbane General is her husband! It’s been seven years since they drifted apart after her miscarriage, but the reappearance of Luca Romano, in all his dark-haired, flashing-eyed Italian glory, throws her emotions into confusion!
From the moment he sees Rilla again, Luca knows his wife is the only woman for him. With emotions riding high, they spend one very special night together and Rilla falls pregnant – again…
This tiny new life is a symbol of hope – maybe Luca and Rilla can really become a family by Christmas.
They walked out to the main reception area where rows of plastic chairs sat empty, awaiting the morning rush. An eight-foot, naked Christmas tree was set up near the triage desk awaiting tinsel and baubles.
Rilla opened the box of decorations and grinned at Emily. “Gosh, I love Christmas.”
They attacked the job with enthusiasm, singing along to the piped carols as they went. Half an hour later there was just the angel for the top left. Rilla, five foot two, looked at Emily, four foot ten and then back up to the top of the tree.
“I don’t know about you Ems, but I don’t think either of us have a chance in hell of reaching the top branch.”
Emily grinned. “I’ll get a chair.”
Emily took one of the waiting room chairs and held it while Rilla climbed on. She rose on her tippy-toes and leaned forward to place the angel.
Luca’s furious exclamation startled her and she toppled precariously.
“Get down from there,” he ordered reaching her in a few angry strides and pulling her down off the seat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m just hanging the angel, Luca,” she said ,waving it under his nose. Her body had slid down his as he had lowered her and despite his riled expression she felt her body surge against his.
Luca saw a flare of heat in her tawny gaze and set her away from him. Inferno! Was she deliberately trying to provoke him? “What if you’d fallen off the chair?” he demanded.
“Well I nearly did, thanks to you.”
Rilla was conscious of Emily watching their heated exchange. Otherwise she would have said, I’m pregnant not made of glass.
Luca’s pulse rate settled now she was safely back on the floor, even if the heat in his loins hadn’t. “Give it to me,” he sighed and held out his hand.
Rilla handed him the offending article and they watched as he barely had to stretch to ram the plastic, seen-better-days angel on the top branch. She was tacky and garish with a fluro red dress and a wonky halo but the tree just wasn’t dressed without her.
“She’s crooked,” Emily whispered out the side of her mouth.
Rilla bit her cheek to stop from laughing. The way he’d jammed her on the tree, it was a wonder he hadn’t flattened her. “She’s crooked,” she said, returning Luca’s mutinous look with an innocent smile.
“It looks fine to me,” Luca returned.
“She’s crooked,” Rilla insisted.
Luca eyed the two women and grudgingly reached up to adjust the irreligious angel.
“I hope you decorate the tree at your place,” Emily whispered as they watched.
Rilla nodded. “Doing it tonight.”
"Better?” Luca asked sardonically, turning back to the women.
Rilla and Emily, their lips pressed tightly together nodded. “Better. Nothing worse than a crooked angel,” Emily said.
Luca thought the angel looked like it walked the street for eleven months of the year but wisely didn’t say anything.