Free Their Marriage Miracle by Sue MacKay

hazardous substance bin. ‘I’ll come with you.’
    Fiona frowned. She’d have preferred to go alone, to take a break from Tom’s questioning scrutiny. ‘I’m sure Sophie and her father will be glad to see you.’
    Tom shrugged. ‘Look, this is how I do things around here. These are my patients.’
    ‘Fair enough.’ She’d presumed he’d leave alone the specialists he brought in, only helping where needed. But this way he had first-hand knowledge of everything being done. She had to admit she liked that.
    His hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged at her gently, until she jerked her head up to meet his level gaze. ‘I’m glad you understand.’
    His fingers warmed her, sending unexpected shockwaves throughout her body, reminding her how his touch had so easily turned her on. But memories were dangerous territory. They could do untold damage to her heart, and create havoc with her hard-earned peace of mind.
    ‘Sure.’ She pulled her arm away, rubbing where he’d touched. ‘How long have we got before our next patient?’
    Tom had assisted in Theatre all morning. He’d been veryprofessional and competent. No surprise there. Tom was a highly skilled doctor. But to Fiona his greatest asset had to be his interest in his patients and his willingness to listen to them. Odd how he could listen to a patient describing their ailments but he hadn’t been able to hear his own wife when she’d wanted to talk to him.
    He said, ‘Nearly an hour’s break. Maybe we should grab a bite of lunch first, then go check up on your post-op patients.’
    Her stomach rumbled at the mention of food. Last night’s dinner seemed an age ago, and she’d had nothing for breakfast this morning as she’d been too nervous about working with Tom. No wonder she was ravenous. ‘Hope someone killed a horse for lunch.’
    ‘Don’t mention eating horse meat around here. You’ll be run out of town, exceptional plastic surgeon or not.’ Tom smiled at her.
    Exceptional, huh? Warmth flooded her, lightened her step. Another compliment that she’d treasure. ‘Okay, I’ll settle for a loaf of bread and a hunk of ham.’
    ‘I hope the kitchen staff can cope while you’re here. I haven’t forgotten your phenomenal appetite.’
    ‘For what?’ she blurted, and instantly coloured. Sex had come to her mind straight away.
    ‘Food.’ Tom scowled, but in his eyes she saw him register her meaning. His stride lengthened, and once again she had to trot to keep up.
    ‘Right, food,’ she muttered. Not sex. The one area of their relationship they’d never had trouble with. Her thumb flicked her fingers. Her mind had developed an unnerving habit of throwing her off balance. Think sandwich, not hot skin. Think ham, not slick tongues.
    Don’t think at all.
    After a quick lunch with Tom and Kerry, Fiona headed for Sophie’s room. With Tom beside her, of course.
    ‘Sophie’s awake and asking questions of any medical staff looking in on her,’ the girl’s nurse informed them.
    ‘Hey, young lady, how’re you doing?’ Fiona asked as she approached the bed.
    Sophie was pale, and there were dark shadows under her apprehensive eyes, but she was awake enough to be aware of everything going on around her. ‘How did it go? Am I going to look better than I did before?’
    ‘You were a perfect patient, sleeping right through everything.’ Fiona sat down on the edge of the bed and winked. ‘Seriously, I’m very pleased with the operation. I did warn you that your scar will look worse before it heals. Be patient, if you can. You’re going to look fantastic. Remember, you’re a beautiful girl.’
    Seated on the other side of the bed, Jacob Clark smiled wearily. ‘You’re asking a teenager to be patient? You can’t have any children of your own.’
    She closed her eyes as her stomach curled around the permanent knot of pain. Just because Liam wasn’t here now it didn’t mean she wasn’t a mother. But it was easier to go along with Jacob’s