Spanish Doctor, Pregnant Nurse
'Have you seen him yet?'
Harriet Farrell had barely taken her jacket off before the question on everyone's lips was directed at her.
'I assume we're talking about the new consultant,' Harriet responded, rolling pale blue eyes heavenwards. 'I've already had two of the late staff waylay me and tell me how divine he is. And, no,' she added, turning to the mirror and pulling her straight, sandy red hair back into a ponytail. 'I haven't seen him.'
'He's divine,' Charlotte, one of the grad nurses, sighed dreamily. 'Spanish,' she added, as if that information alone was enough to exalt him to sex-idol status.
'Well, with a name like Ciro Delgato, even I'd managed to work that one out,' Harriet responded with a dry note to her voice. 'I just hope he's good at his job. Have you seen how full the waiting room is? Unless Dr Divine is as good as his résumé attests, we could be in for a very long night.'
'Oh, come on, Harriet, don't be such a killjoy. Anyone would think you didn't want to be here tonight.' Susan, one of the more senior nurses on the night shift, grinned. 'I'm as happily married as you are, but it doesn't mean that we can't appreciat ... read full excerpt from: Spanish Doctor, Pregnant Nurse ebook
