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  The last man she expected to see…

  When Dr. Thea Coleman catches sight of new consultant Dr. Lucas West, it takes every ounce of her self-control not to run from the room! Seven years ago Lucas didn’t ever board their flight to Bangladesh—leaving Thea brokenhearted…

  Now Lucas is back, and as single dad to an adopted daughter it’s clear he’s changed. But it’s also clear that the attraction between them burns stronger than ever. Thea must now face an impossible decision: Does she dare take a chance on love…and date her ex?

  When she tipped her face up toward him, Lucas almost lost his balance in the water.

  Thea’s pale skin was almost ethereal in the setting sun, and her eyes…her eyes were like the soft lights of home, glimmering in the dusk.

  She didn’t hesitate, but she didn’t rush things either. Her lips met his just when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, and broke away just at the right moment.

  She stood on her toes to murmur in his ear, “Not good enough.”

  “I’ll admit I’m a bit rusty.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  She brushed her lips against his again, and he felt a shudder run through him.

  “But you don’t need to treat me as if I’m made of glass.”

  He chuckled, resting his fingers lightly on her waist. She planted a kiss on his cheek, and Lucas pulled her in hard, stifling her gasp with his mouth. Sliding one hand up her back, he hooked it over her shoulder, pinning her against him.

  He’d wanted this for so long.

  Dear Reader,

  I can’t believe that this is my tenth book! Where has all the time gone?

  When I think about it, I know exactly where it’s gone. There have been many, many hours at the computer, smiling at something one of my heroes has said or gnashing my teeth at the situation a heroine has found herself in. I’ve experienced the thrill of receiving an email from someone who’s read one of my books. I’ve met readers, editors and authors—both online and in person. Received boxes of books, new covers, new titles and editions from around the world. And the excitement of it just never seems to pall. If anything, my tenth book is more of a delight than my first—because it’s finally sunk in that this is all real and not a dream.

  Thank you for being with me on this journey. It’s had its ups and downs, its hard times and successes. But in the end it’s you, my reader, who makes it such a joy.

  Annie x

  DARING TO DATE HER EX

  Annie Claydon

  Annie Claydon

  Cursed from an early age with a poor sense of direction and a propensity to read, Annie Claydon spent much of her childhood lost in books. After completing her degree in English literature, she indulged her love of romantic fiction and spent a long, hot summer writing a book of her own. It was duly rejected and life took over. A series of U-turns led in the unlikely direction of a career in computing and information technology, but the lure of the printed page proved too much to bear, and she now has the perfect outlet for the stories which have always run through her head, in her new career writing Medical™ Romance for Harlequin®. Living in London, a city where getting lost can be a joy, she has no regrets for having taken her time in working her way back to the place that she started from.

  Books by Annie Claydon

  Harlequin Medical Romance™

  All She Wants for Christmas

  Doctor on Her Doorstep

  The Doctor Meets Her Match

  The Rebel and Miss Jones

  Re-awakening His Shy Nurse

  Once Upon a Christmas Night…

  200 Harley Street: The Enigmatic Surgeon

  A Doctor to Heal Her Heart

  Snowbound with the Surgeon

  Visit the author profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  To all the readers, editors, family and friends who’ve supported me this far.

  Thank you.

  Praise for Annie Claydon

  “A compelling, emotional and highly poignant read that I couldn’t bear to put down. Rich in pathos, humor and dramatic intensity, it’s a spellbinding tale about healing old wounds, having the courage to listen to your heart and the power of love that kept me enthralled from beginning to end.”

  —GoodReads on Once Upon a Christmas Night…

  “A lovely story—I really enjoyed this book, which was well-written by Annie, as always.”

  —GoodReads on Re-awakening His Shy Nurse

  “Well-written, brilliant characters—I have never been disappointed by a book written by Annie Claydon.”

  —GoodReads on The Rebel and Miss Jones

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  PROLOGUE

  HE WASN’T THERE.

  Thea Coleman surveyed the sea of heads bobbing in front of her. No reason to panic. There were walkways, coffee shops, seating areas to check out… It had been a nice fantasy, stepping out of a taxi and bumping into Lucas almost straight away. Seeing his face light up when he saw her, holding his hand as they walked together into the airport to embark on the biggest adventure of their lives. But fantasy was a forgiving and flexible thing, and there was another one that would do just as well. Finding him at the last minute, just as he was about to board the plane. Pushing through the crowds to fling herself into his arms, and flying off into the sunset with him.

  She checked her luggage in, went through passport control, and scanned the passenger lounge anxiously. It looked as if fantasy number three was going to be the one. She’d find him on the plane. Lucas would have given up all hope that she might change her mind and come with him by then.

  She knew that he was on this flight; the tickets had been propped up in front of the mirror in his bedroom for over a month. Every night she’d offered up the silent hope that he might change his mind. That he’d ask her to put her career on hold and go with him. Or that he’d decide that the opportunity of working as a doctor in Bangladesh was a dream he could postpone until she had completed her two years’ foundation training and could apply to work alongside him.

  Every morning the tickets had still been there and there was one less day to count before he used them. It would be sensible to wave him goodbye and get on with her life. Only love didn’t listen to sense.

  As soon as the seat-belt light dinged off, she squeezed past the man sitting next to her and walked up and down the aisles of the plane. Slipped into business class, in case he’d got an upgrade, and managed to ascertain that he wasn’t there before she was politely asked to leave by one of the flight attendants. When the plane landed in Dhaka, she had no more fantasies left to rely on.

  She tried not to cry as she went through passport control and claimed her baggage. Covering her long, fair hair with a scarf, she walked out of the airport alone into the unforgiving heat of an unknown city.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Seven years later—Day One

  THERE WAS NOTHING especially urgent about the manner in which the phone rang, but context was everything. Not many people called at seven o’clock on a Monday morning for an idle chat. And it was one of the laws of the universe that you could come into wo
rk early, hoping for a couple of quiet hours before the switchboard opened at nine, and something would happen.

  Thea reached for the phone. ‘Dr Coleman.’

  ‘Good. Glad you’re here…’

  ‘What is it, Jake?’ She surveyed the carefully ordered pile of paperwork in front of her. In comparison to the sometimes chaotic disorder of the Central London A and E department downstairs, it suddenly seemed like a poor shadow of reality.

  ‘I’ve got a thirty-four-year-old male that I want a second opinion on. Will you come and have a look?’

  ‘I’ll be right down.’ Paperwork might be a necessity, but it didn’t put a smile on her face when she got out of bed in the morning. And Thea was smiling as she put the phone down.

  * * *

  ‘Where is everybody?’

  Jake Turner was a great guy and a good doctor, but he generally didn’t have much of an appreciation of time. A busy shift in A and E could do that to you.

  ‘It’s seven in the morning, Jake. Anyone with any sense is still thinking about getting out of bed.’

  ‘Ah. No wonder I had to ring around.’

  ‘You mean you didn’t call me first? I’m devastated.’

  Jake snorted with laughter. ‘I tried Michael Freeman. I thought he’d want to know about this.’

  Michael was Head of Respiratory Medicine at the hospital. ‘So what have you got that warranted the attention of our beloved leader? I don’t see any holes in the walls or visiting dignitaries.’

  ‘Thirty-four-year-old male, persistent cough, congested lungs and recent weight loss. I’ve had some X-rays done and I think it might be tuberculosis.’

  ‘What’s his history?’

  ‘He’s been sick for a while. His GP put him on antibiotics and he improved a bit then deteriorated again after he finished them. He came in last night with chest pains and difficulty breathing.’

  Thea flipped through the A and E notes that Jake had handed her. ‘Any travel overseas lately?’

  ‘Nope, nothing. And this guy’s a teacher.’

  ‘From…’

  ‘The big secondary school up the road.’

  Something pricked at the back of Thea’s neck. A couple of thousand pupils, aged eleven to eighteen, all crammed into an overcrowded inner-city school. Along with a suspected case of TB. ‘Great. You’d better be wrong, Jake.’

  Unlikely. Jake was far too good a doctor for that.

  ‘Yeah. Let’s hope so.’

  * * *

  Mr Michael Freeman, Head of Respiratory Medicine, leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his neck as if it hurt. ‘You’re sure?’

  ‘Sure as I can be. I’ve put a rush on the initial tests and we should have them back within twenty-four hours. But the patient has all the symptoms of active pulmonary TB.’ Thea slipped the X-rays out of their sleeve and clipped them into the light box on the wall.

  Michael studied them carefully. ‘I agree. You’re admitting him?’

  ‘Yes, I want to keep him under observation for a few days.’ Thea pointed to the areas on the X-ray that indicated fluid in the patient’s pleural cavity. ‘The pleural effusion might well resolve once we start medication, but if it gets any worse I’ll need to do a thoracentesis.’

  ‘I agree. I want you to supervise the isolation procedures yourself, along with the notifications. If we have a situation where the infection’s already spread, then I want you dealing with it.’

  ‘I hope it hasn’t.’

  Michael fell back into his chair. ‘So do I. What do you think, though? Worst-case scenario.’

  This was Michael’s preferred modus operandi. He knew the answers already and, as the head of department, it was his job to make the decisions. But he always listened to his staff, and let them come up with the solutions he already had in mind.

  ‘Given that TB’s not that infectious…’ Thea let out a sigh. False optimism wasn’t going to help the situation. ‘Worst-case scenario is that we have an unknown number of pupils infected. The patient’s not been abroad in the last five years so the source of his infection is probably in this area. The contact tracing’s going to be a big job and we’ll have to do it carefully. We don’t want wide-scale panic, but we do want to provide prompt testing where it’s appropriate.’

  Michael nodded. ‘Agreed. And what do you recommend for resourcing?’

  ‘We can’t do it all ourselves. We’ll need consultancy from Public Health England, and probably a couple of extra TB nurses to support the staff here.’

  ‘Any ideas about who might be leading the hospital team?’

  ‘I’d thought that you would be doing that.’

  Michael gave her the smile that he usually reserved for anyone who wasn’t quite catching his drift. ‘I see from your staff record that you worked in Bangladesh for two years at a TB clinic.’

  ‘That was three years ago.’ Thea never talked about Bangladesh. She was surprised that Michael even knew she’d been there, but she supposed her CV must be on file somewhere.

  ‘Are you telling me you’ve forgotten what you learned there?’

  She would never forget. The suffering she’d seen at a TB clinic, during her first short trip, had drowned out the clamour of her own breaking heart. Lucas’s dream had become hers, and she’d known she’d have to return.

  Two years later, she’d realised that dream and travelled to Bangladesh to work. And then the traumatic, unforgettable lesson that had destroyed everything and brought her back home. But that was history now. She had to move on.

  ‘If you’re planning to have someone else lead the hospital team, then I’d like you to consider me as a candidate. I think I’m qualified to do it.’

  Michael nodded, his self-satisfied smirk a sure indication that the conversation was going the way he wanted it to. ‘I’m glad you think so, because I was considering offering you the position. It’s conditional, though.’

  ‘What’s the condition?’ Something about the way that Michael said it warned Thea that she wasn’t going to like it.

  ‘The conference I spoke about last week. The one you’ve expressed no interest in.’

  Thea’s heart sank. ‘The one in Mumbai, where you’ve been asked to present a paper on the spread of TB in inner London.’

  ‘That’s the one. Only the request was for a representative of this department to present a paper. My name wasn’t mentioned.’ Michael paused, looking at her steadily. ‘Most people would jump at the chance.’

  Thea wasn’t most people. ‘I thought it went without saying that it should be you. You represent the department.’

  ‘I lead the department. Which means it’s my job to encourage my staff to realise their full potential.’ Michael leaned back in his chair. ‘It’s up to you. If you want to head up the team you have to be prepared to share what you learn, and the conference will be good experience for you. Take it or leave it.’

  She wouldn’t get another opportunity like this again. If she really cared about what she did… There were so many reasons for saying yes, but they still couldn’t crowd out the dread that accompanied the thought of standing up in front of a lecture hall full of people.

  ‘I’ll take it.’ The words almost stuck in her throat, but she managed to get them out.

  ‘Good. In that case, I want you to keep me in the loop and let me know what resources you’ll need.’

  ‘Thank you.’ She may as well start now. ‘With regard to the testing at the school, we may well be able to do that in a few weeks’ time.’

  ‘Why’s that?’ Michael knew as well as she did that best practice would be to wait for ten weeks, the incubation period for TB.

  ‘The patient’s been off work sick for a while. He was diagnosed as having pneumonia and was at home for three weeks before Easter. His GP gave him antibiotics and he responded to those, but he didn’t go straight back to work because it was only a few days until the end of term. His condition got worse again after Easter, and he hasn’t been back to work since.’ />
  ‘So that’s…how long?’

  ‘No contact with any of his pupils for seven weeks now.’

  Michael nodded. ‘In some ways that’s a blessing. We won’t be besieged by parents, wanting to know why their kids aren’t being tested immediately.’

  ‘Yes, but we’ll…’ Thea grinned. ‘I mean I’ll have my work cut out to get all the contacts notified and everything in place for when the testing does start.’

  ‘Then make sure that you use all of the support that’s available from outside agencies. Do you need any help with your other caseload?’

  ‘Not at the moment, but I’d like to keep that offer in hand. And I want to give some thought to where we’ll seat the team and do the testing. I want to set up a separate clinic.’

  Michael nodded in approval. ‘All right. Let me know when you’ve decided and I’ll deal with the red tape.’

  Thea already had somewhere in mind but she needed to see her patient first. ‘Thanks. Is after lunch any good for you?’

  ‘I have some time at one o’clock. If that’s soon enough for you.’ Michael gave her an amused look, which Thea ignored. He’d given her this job, and she was going to prove to him, beyond all question, that he’d made the right choice.

  * * *

  Dr Lucas West drove through the main entrance of the hospital and down the ramp into the underground car park. He was not supposed to be here until tomorrow morning but his afternoon meeting had ended early, and in his experience one could learn a lot about a place by just wandering in unannounced at the end of a working day. He wanted to see the way that Michael Freeman’s department ran when it wasn’t expecting a visit.

  And the fax he’d received that morning was worrying. A case of tuberculosis was always a matter of concern, but a teacher in a large, inner-city school demanded his immediate attention.

  The hospital was fifty years old, built with all the irrepressible optimism of the nineteen sixties. Since then it had clearly taken a few knocks, and although Lucas noted that it was scrupulously clean, he also saw that it was outdated in places and groaning under the number of people that it served.