The Greek Children's Doctor
"LIBBY, you're up for auction. Lot number 16."
Libby snuggled the tiny baby in the crook of her arm and glanced up at the ward sister in horror. "Tell me you're joking."
"Deadly serious." Beverley squinted down at the baby. "How's she doing?"
"Better. I'm trying to get her to take more fluids," Libby said softly, reaching for the bottle of milk that she'd warmed in readiness. "And, Bev, I'm not taking part in the auction--I already told you that."
"You have to!" The older woman sat down in the chair next to her and gave her a pleading look. "You're the best-looking woman in the hospital. We're bound to get a good price for you."
Libby pulled a face. "That's so sexist!" 'But true." Bev beamed at her. "Come on. Say yes. It's for a good cause."
"It's utterly degrading and I don't know what made you come up with the idea. You obviously have a sick mind."
"It was your idea," Bev reminded her placidly. "But that was before you went off men again. Everyone's really entered into the spirit of things. It's going to be a great evening and we're going to raise a fortune for our playroom. This is going to be the best-equippe ... read full excerpt from: The Greek Children's Doctor ebook
