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seat belt had caused the bruising. Jamie used his hands to hold the layers of muscle and fat so that Sarah could see more easily what she was doing. Just as she made the final incision into the uterus, the obstetrician, Donald, appeared gowned and gloved.
    ‘Sorry, folks. It’s bedlam upstairs. Everything was perfectly quiet until an hour ago then all hell broke loose…’ He watched Sarah for a few moments. ‘Looks like you’ve got everything under control here. Are you OK to close up or would you like me to hang around? It’s just that they could do with my help upstairs and you guys seem to be handling everything here.’
    Almost before he had finished speaking, Sarah removed the baby, nodding her agreement to the harassed obstetrician while smiling her pleasure at the new arrival. Jamie checked the baby was starting to breathe as he prepared to cut the cord. ‘You have a beautiful, healthy baby girl Lucy. You have a quick hold of her and then we’ll let the paediatrician give her a quick once-over while Dr Carruthers stitches you up.’
    He turned to Donald. ‘It’s all right. You can go. We’ll finish up here then get Mrs Croy and baby up to the postnatal ward.’
    Jamie watched as Sarah stitched Mrs Croy’s abdomen together, her small hands working quickly. Unbidden, the image of those same hands fluttering across his chest and moving downwards rushed back. She had always had the power to surprise him. Underneath that cool professional exterior was a woman of hidden passion and innovation. At the memory he almost groaned aloud. Ye gods, he thought to himself, he had to concentrate on work. Seeing he was no longer required, he quietly left the room.
    Later, Jamie went in search of the solitude of the staffroom. He needed time to think. He had managed to avoid being alone with Sarah for the rest of the shift. It hadn’t been difficult. By the time Mrs Croy had been taken up to the postnatal ward, a queue of non-urgent patients had formed and he and all the other doctors had had to work flat out to ensure that they were all seen and treated.
    But by six in the evening all the patients requiring the consultants’ expertise had either been sent home or dispatched to the wards for follow-up care. Most of the junior day medical staff had gone, replaced by the night shift.
    He was pretty certain that Sarah had left for the day. The full implications of seeing her again and finding out that she had a son— they had a son—had hit him hard. But now wasn’t the time for rational discussion. Not before he knew exactly what he was going to do.
    To his dismay, when he opened the door to the staffroom, he found Sarah sitting in one of the armchairs, holding a cup of coffee loosely in her hands. Her head was leaning back, exposing her long, delicate neck, and her eyes were closed, her breathing steady. Her thick blonde hair had come loose from the rather severe chignon she’d had when she’d arrived that morning and fell in wisps about her face. It made her look younger than her twenty-nine years and very vulnerable. As he watched her sleeping form he realised that despite the fifteen months and the continents that had he had put between them, he still cared for her. His heart twisted. How would she feel when she knew the truth? And one way or another, eventually she would have to know
    ‘SJ?’ he said quietly as he reached forward and gently removed the mug from her fingers, unsure if she was asleep. Her eyes fluttered open and for a long moment her green eyes, heavily fringed with dark lashes, gazed into his.
    ‘Jamie,’ she murmured dreamily.
    Then suddenly she sprang to her feet.
    ‘How long have you been watching me?’
    ‘I’ve just come in. I thought you’d be long gone by now. Don’t you have someone you need to get home to?’ he said gently.
    ‘Calum! He’ll be waiting for me.’ She looked at her watch. ‘Is that the time already? It’ll be his bedtime soon,’ she said wistfully.
    ‘Off you