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happy for it to stay that way. I don’t like being gossiped about, either. If anyone twigs that we know each other, we’ll just tell them we worked together years ago and lost touch.’
    It was the truth. Just not the whole truth. And it left out a hell of a lot of pain in between. ‘Thank you,’ she said quietly.
    He looked away. ‘We have to work together, and there’s enough tension in an emergency department as it is without adding to it.’
    ‘Agreed.’
    ‘So can we just drop the formality and treat each other like any other member of staff?’
    ‘Sure.’ But he wasn’t just ‘any other member of staff’. He never could be. But Marina had already been there, done that and had her heart well and truly broken. She wasn’t going to take that risk a second time. No matter that she still found Max incredibly attractive physically; she knew that they weren’t compatible. And, although part of her would’ve been more than happy to walk back into his arms, part of her knew that it’d be a huge mistake. She’d simply be setting herself up for more misery. So she was going to have to learn to think of him as just a colleague.
    Somehow.
    She drained her coffee. ‘I’d better get back. Thanks for the chocolate.’
    ‘Pleasure.’
     
    During his lunch break, Max called in at the hospital shop to buy chocolates and a puzzle magazine—he’d already learned that the hospital had a clear-locker-top policy, and flowers were discouraged, to help in the battle with hygiene—and went up to the maternity ward.
    ‘We have protected lunchtimes, I’m afraid,’ the senior midwife told him firmly. ‘Sorry. You’ll have to come back later.’
    ‘Is there any chance you can bend the rules for me, asstaff?’ Max asked. ‘I promise to be quiet. And I have a feeling that this particular patient hates being on bed rest. So that’s fifteen minutes or so when you won’t have to keep an eye on her and nag her, because I can do it for you.’
    She glanced at his name-tag. ‘Ah. You work with Rosie’s sister?’
    ‘I do indeed.’ Max had no intention of giving the more complicated explanation—that Rosie was his ex-sister-in-law. He held out his free hand. ‘Max Fenton, emergency senior registrar.’
    She shook his hand and introduced herself. ‘Iris Rutherford, senior midwife. No doubt we’ll be working together at some point.’
    ‘Good to meet you outside of a crisis.’ Max gave her his most charming smile.
    ‘All right. You can have fifteen minutes,’ Iris said. ‘But you’d better make sure she rests and doesn’t move, or I’ll be forced to scalp you.’
    He laughed, enjoying her direct approach. ‘I will. Thank you, Iris.’
    Max followed her directions; Rosie was in a room on her own, flicking listlessly through a magazine and looking very fed up.
    ‘Psst. Open for visitors?’ he asked from the doorway.
    She looked at him, and then gave him a broad smile. ‘Max Fenton! What on earth are you doing here?’
    ‘Visiting you,’ he said, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.
    Her eyes widened. ‘We’re not allowed visitors at lunchtime.’
    ‘I know.’ He laughed. ‘I begged.’
    ‘Charmed, more like. You always could melt women’sknees with that gorgeous smile of yours.’ She grinned and held her arms open. ‘Come and give me a hug, Max. It’s good to see you.’
    ‘And it’s good to see you, Rosie Petrelli.’ And even better to be hugged like that again. He’d missed the warmth of Marina’s family, and his own. Well…he’d always found his mother’s hugs stifling rather than warm. Though, now that everything was finally out in the open about his father, he could understand the way she behaved. Could sympathise, even.
    ‘I’m Rosie Brown nowadays.’ She bit her lip. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t invite you to the wedding, Max. But, apart from the fact that you’d cut off all contact with us, it would’ve been a bit—’
    ‘Awkward, given who was probably your