The Midwife's Marriage Proposal

There's a new Sally in town!

After seven years, Sally is facing her demons and coming
home. The last time she saw Tom Hunter was when he broke
off their relationship. Will the old chemistry pulling them
back together be stronger than the new Sally?

Find out what happens next in
Sarah Morgan
's
heartwarming winter romance …

About the Author

As a child
SARAH MORGAN
dreamed of being a writer and, although she took a few interesting detours on the way, she is now living that dream. With her writing career she has successfully combined business with pleasure and she firmly believes that reading romance is one of the most satisfying and fat-free escapist pleasures available. Her stories are unashamedly optimistic and she is always pleased when she receives letters from readers saying that her books have helped them through hard times.

Sarah lives near London with her husband and two children, who innocently provide an endless supply of authentic dialogue. When she isn't writing or reading, Sarah enjoys music, movies and any activity that takes her outdoors.

Readers can find out more about Sarah and her books from her website:
www.sarahmorgan.com
. She can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.

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CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

S
HE
stood with her eyes on the mountains and her face to the wind, breathing in the smell of home.

It had been so long.

Too long.

She felt pressure on her arm and turned to her friend with an apologetic smile. ‘Sorry.'

‘For what?'

‘For forgetting you were there.' Sally spread her arms and closed her eyes, letting the freezing air numb her cheeks and the biting wind whip her blonde hair into a tangled frenzy. ‘It just feels so amazing to be back.'

No matter how far she'd travelled, how much of the world she'd explored, the Lake District had always been her home.

When pain and misery had almost destroyed her, she'd come here to seek comfort, and when circumstances had forced her to move away, she'd pined for the comfort of the fells.

‘So why did you stay away so long?'

Sally's arms dropped to her sides and she whirled round, green eyes blazing. ‘You know why.'

‘Yes.' Bryony looked anguished. ‘He drove you away.'

‘He didn't. I chose to leave.' Sally's tone was steady and she caught a strand of hair that was blowing in front of her face, anchoring it with slender fingers. ‘But now I'm back.'

And she was never leaving again.

‘What made you come back now? After so long?'

Sally gave a wistful smile. ‘I suppose I'd been thinking about it for a while and then I had your letter telling me that you'd finally married Jack and that Oliver had met someone.' She broke off, remembering how she'd felt when she'd read everything that had been happening at home. ‘I suddenly realized how much I was missing my old friends. You are the nearest I have to family. I realized that it was time to come back.'

‘He doesn't know, Sal.' Bryony's voice was quiet and Sally nodded.

That was exactly the way she'd planned it. If she was going to be able to hold herself together for that first, agonizing meeting, then she needed to be in a position of control.

‘Thank you for not telling him.'

‘Did you think I would?'

Sally shrugged, her expression guarded as she studied her childhood friend. ‘He's your brother.'

‘And you're my best friend.' Bryony gave a twisted smile. ‘Or at least you
were
my best friend until Tom broke your heart and you vanished halfway round the world.'

‘Friendships needn't be compromised by distance.'

Bryony bit her lip. ‘I thought perhaps—' She shrugged her shoulders, showing how helpless she felt. ‘I'm his sister, after all.'

Sally stirred. ‘And you and I were best friends before he and I were lovers.'

‘How will you—?' Bryony broke off and licked her lips. ‘You're going to be working with him, Sally. Won't it be difficult for you?'

‘No.' Sally lifted her chin, applying the rigid self-discipline
that she'd cultivated over the past seven years. ‘It won't be difficult.'

Tom Hunter was part of her past. She'd learned to live without him. His rejection had hurt her so badly that for a while she'd thought she'd never recover. But she'd put all that behind her. She'd built a new life, pushed herself to the limits in a fevered determination never to give herself time to stand still and contemplate. And in the process she'd enjoyed experiences that to most people were just a dream. And developed a self-confidence that had given her the courage to come home.

‘I can't believe you applied for a job in his department.'

Sally gave a casual shrug. ‘I'm a midwife, Bry, and this is a small community. How many departments are there?'

And it was part of the test she'd set herself. To see how far she'd come in seven years.

‘You could have gone to a different town.'

‘No. This is my home,' Sally said softly, her eyes fixed on the mountains with almost naked longing. ‘And I've stayed away long enough.'

And she'd pined for long enough.

Finally she'd picked up the pieces, stuck them back together and made herself whole again.

She was ready to face the world.

And she was ready to face Tom Hunter.

‘S
ALLY
J
ENNER
! I am so pleased to finally meet you.' Emma's smile was warm with welcome. ‘I've heard such good things about you and we badly need an extra midwife. You are going to be everyone's most popular person.'

‘Thanks. It's good to be here.' Sally smiled at the labour ward sister, but nothing could subdue the nervous fluttering in her stomach. The nerves had been there from the moment she'd made the decision to leave Australia and return home.

From the moment she'd known she would be seeing Tom Hunter again.

She'd prepared herself for this moment for seven years.

But now it was here she was suddenly terrified that she'd let herself down. Reveal something that she didn't want to reveal.

Feel something that she didn't want to feel.

What would he look like now? Had her memory exaggerated his masculine appeal? Could any man truly be the god she'd believed him to be?

‘Anything you want to know, just ask me,' Emma said cheerfully, oblivious to Sally's anxiety. ‘I know you trained in this hospital, but you've been away a while and some things might have changed so I'll give you a quick tour. We have two operating theatres, six traditional delivery rooms and four “home” rooms, as we
call them. In other words, they're supposed to make people feel that they're actually in their own bedrooms.'

Sally laughed. ‘You don't sound very convinced.'

‘Well, my bedroom is buried under a ton of unwashed laundry and books that I intend to read at some point and haven't got round to yet,' Emma confessed cheerfully, ‘so the rooms certainly don't look like
my
home. But I can dream.'

She pushed open a door and Sally followed her inside.

The room had a large double bed and a sofa covered in pretty scatter cushions. There were also magazines and a music system.

Sally gave a nod. ‘Nice. Cosy.'

Emma shrugged. ‘Well, it's a compromise between giving birth at home and in hospital. Now, come and see the birthing pool.'

They left the room and Emma opened another door and flicked on some lights. ‘We have two, but the other one is in use at the moment.'

Sally walked into the room and looked at the pool. ‘You do a lot of water births?' She knew that some of her medical colleagues had questioned the safety of water births. ‘The consultants are comfortable with that?'

Emma gave a wry smile. ‘Not all of them. The three older ones much prefer to just whip a woman into Theatre or yank the baby out with forceps the moment her labour starts to take longer than the books say it should. But attitudes are changing as younger consultants join the team.' She glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice. ‘I ought to warn you that if you're ever planning on having a baby here, Tom Hunter is your man. He's young but he's brilliant. He has amazingly good instincts and nerves of steel. Unlike some I
could mention, he isn't frightened into C-sectioning everyone.' Her tone was warm. ‘He thinks that a woman should be allowed to deliver by herself whenever possible and he does his best to let that happen.'

Sally slid a hand over the edge of the birthing pool, careful to hide her expression.

The knowledge that Tom was regarded as some sort of hero in the delivery suite clashed violently with her own negative attitude to the man.

She didn't want to admire him. It would make it even harder to manage her emotions.

‘So he approves of the pool?'

‘For labour, but not delivery,' Emma told her, leading the way out of the room and back down the corridor. ‘He also approves of aromatherapy, relaxation techniques and breathing.'

Realizing that some sort of response was expected, Sally managed a smile. ‘He sounds amazing.'

‘He's very good with the women. Very skilled.'

Sally felt her insides twist viciously but kept her expression neutral. She knew exactly how skilled Tom Hunter was with women.

Swiftly she changed the subject. ‘So I'll be working on the labour ward?'

‘That's where we need you for now. We all move around the unit at times, and we try to give a woman a midwife that she knows, but you have a lot of labour ward experience and that's the most important thing.' Emma pushed open the door to the staffroom. ‘And this is the most important room on the labour ward. Better take a good look. You won't get to see much of it.'

Sally walked over to the window and stared at the mountains, lost in their beauty, longing to be out there, walking or climbing. For her, life was a constant battle
between her love of the outdoors and her love of midwifery.

She heard a heavy, male tread behind her and froze.

Even without looking she knew it was him.

She felt him.

They shared a connection that was beyond the physical. It had always been that way with them.

He'd truly been her other half.
Until he'd torn them apart.

‘Hi, Tom. You're just in time for a coffee and an introduction to our new midwife.' Emma's voice was bright and cheerful, like sunshine playing innocently in front of an approaching storm.

Reminding herself that she'd been rehearsing this exact moment for years, Sally turned, the expression in her green eyes cool and totally devoid of emotion as she brought into play all the skills she'd carefully developed.

He stood in the doorway, powerful legs spread apart in an arrogant pose, his blue eyes fixed on her with shimmering incredulity.

Sally felt the past slide over her like a suffocating cloak and with a determined effort she thrust it aside, reminding herself that the past was all about yesterdays and that she was only interested in today and tomorrow.

And neither was going to feature this man, even if he was straight out of a female fantasy.

And he was.

He'd always been indecently good-looking, she thought numbly, but age and maturity had added a hard edge to his masculinity that would make even the most cynical, man-wary female catch her breath.

And the combination of jet-black hair and blue eyes was a killer.

Resolutely she reined in her feelings, holding them close, reminding herself of the price of loving this man.

It was high.
Too high.

She'd paid it once with interest and she wasn't prepared to pay it again.

So she held that dark gaze steadily and noted the shock that he couldn't quite conceal with a flicker of feminine satisfaction.

He hadn't expected her to come home.

But she had. And he was going to have to live with that.

Like it or not, she was back.

And she was staying.

‘Hello, Tom.' Her voice was cool and formal. Not a tremor, not a shake, not a flicker of emotion.
She was proud of herself.
‘It's been a long time.'

* * *

Tom braced his shoulders and tried to counter the shock wave that pulsed through his body.

He'd always known that one day Sally Jenner would walk into his life again. That he'd be forced to stare his past in the face.

Acknowledge the guilt.

It had been seven years and yet he still wasn't able to remember their final encounter without breaking into a sweat.

He gritted his teeth, telling himself that he'd made the right decision for both of them, even though she hadn't been able to see it at the time.

At first glance she seemed hardly to have changed. Still the same intriguing green eyes that flashed a hint of rebellion and challenge, still the slim legs, the narrow waist and the delicate curves. She looked as though a strong gust of wind would blow her over, but he knew
better. Sally was fit and strong, probably the most athletic woman he'd ever met. She was an accomplished rock-climber, an impressive long-distance runner, and her wildness and courage had stolen his heart. In all the years he'd known her, he'd seen her cry only once.

And that had been the day he'd ended their relationship.

Looking at her soft, perfectly shaped mouth, Tom suddenly had trouble remembering why he'd done it, and he cursed mentally, wishing that he'd had time to prepare himself for her arrival.

Why the hell hadn't someone told him that she was coming?

Warned him?

‘Does Bryony know you're here?'

She'd been one of his sister's closest friends and he knew that they'd kept in touch over the years.

One delicate eyebrow lifted a fraction and he saw the challenge in her green gaze. ‘Of course.'

He gritted his teeth. ‘She failed to mention it.'

‘She probably didn't think you'd be interested.'

It was a less than subtle reminder that he'd been the one to cut her out of his life and Tom ran a hand over the back of his neck, seriously discomfited for the first time in his thirty-four years.

If he'd known she was coming back, he would have had time to prepare—would have somehow arranged for them to have their first meeting in private. Clearly there were things that needed to be said.

As if reminding them both that they weren't alone, Emma gave a little cough.

‘You know each other?' Her tone pulsed with a curiosity that she couldn't hide and she glanced between them with interest.

Sally smiled, nothing in her expression suggesting that she was anything other than totally relaxed. ‘It was a long time ago.'

Her tone suggested a casual acquaintance of long standing, a relationship with no real attachment on either side.

Remembering the explosive passion they'd shared, Tom wondered how she'd managed to forget the incredible intimacies that had bound them together.

And then he looked into those cool green eyes and realized that she hadn't forgotten.

Neither had she forgiven.

In those green eyes he saw disdain where there had once been adoration, contempt where that had once been unconditional love.

He drew breath slowly, shocked by how severely that contempt unsettled him.

And yet what had he expected?

Had he known she was coming, how would he have anticipated their reunion?

Sally Jenner had every reason to hate him.

‘I heard you were working in the Himalayas.' Suddenly he wanted to know everything about her. Where she'd been, what she'd been doing.
When she'd stopped crying over him.

‘Among other places.' Her reply was intentionally vague and he saw the flash in those green depths and understood.

Mind your own business
, her eyes said.
What do you care, anyway?

‘And where are you living now?'

He needed to know. There were things he had to say to her and they certainly couldn't be said in public.

She ignored his question, her gaze turning to Emma
who was still watching them in awed silence. ‘Sorry. This must be very boring for you and I'm sure we need to get on with some work.'

Emma shrugged. ‘Well, if you two want to catch up, I can—'

‘Not at all,' Sally interrupted her smoothly, moving away from the window and making her way towards the door. ‘We've said hello. It was nice to see you, Tom.'

With a few casually spoken words she'd dismissed him as unimportant and Tom wrestled with an inexplicable impulse to power her against the wall and remind her just what they'd shared.

But that would be a totally illogical response, of course, given that he'd been the one to walk away from their relationship.

He'd thrown their relationship away. So why was he now questioning that decision?

Because in thirty-four years he'd never met another woman who stirred his blood like Sally Jenner.

It was only after she'd left the room that he realized that she hadn't said where she was living.

He narrowed his eyes. There was one person who would definitely know where she was living.

His sister, Bryony.

* * *

‘I can't believe you know Tom,' Emma breathed as they walked back down the corridor. ‘You didn't mention it when I talked about him.'

‘It was a long time ago,' Sally said smoothly, wishing desperately that she could escape for just five minutes to gather together her scattered emotions. But there was no chance of that.

Almost as soon as they left the staffroom, one of the other midwives appeared, looking stressed.

‘We've had two admissions in the last five minutes and one of them is Angela Norris. She's in a state.'

Emma gave a sigh and turned to Sally. ‘Do you mind being thrown in at the deep end?' She gave a rueful smile. ‘Angela isn't going to be easy to look after. She's only recently moved to the area and she's going to need a lot of care and attention. This is her second baby. The first was born by Caesarean section and she was promised a section again in her last hospital, but Tom isn't keen on sectioning women unless there's no alternative. He's told her that he wants her to aim for a normal delivery. She isn't very happy about the whole thing, to be honest.'

Sally felt her whole body tense. ‘So …' She cleared her throat. ‘Tom will be monitoring her?'

‘Oh, yes—he'll keep a very close eye on her, especially if he's concerned about that scar.'

Which meant that she'd be working with him right from the start, with no chance to collect herself.

Sally closed her eyes briefly. What was the matter with her? She'd had seven years to collect herself. How much longer did she need? And she'd always known that taking a job in his department would mean working closely with him. She'd decided that she needed that. If only to prove to herself that she was over him. She'd decided to confront her fears head-on.

And she was going to be fine, she told herself firmly.

He was just a colleague, nothing more. A colleague.

‘I'll be very happy to look after Angela,' she said firmly, smiling at Emma. ‘Let's go.'