Prognosis Christmas Baby - Amy Andrews Page 0,6

pneumonia.

He looked like all kids with severe malabsorption disorders. Skinny arms and legs and a protruding stomach. While long-term parenteral nutrition was lifesaving for Dougy it did have its side effects, and Maggie knew liver damage was a major contributing factor to Dougy’s pot belly. She could feel its rounded contours through the thin cotton of his hospital-issue pyjama shirt and dropped another kiss on his head.

‘So this is where the party’s at.’

Maggie would have jumped a mile in the air had Dougy not been weighing her down as Nash Reece’s voice intruded into the studio bubble.

What the hell?

‘Dr Reece!’

Maggie blinked as Christine jumped up from the console, reefing her headphones off smiling crazily at him. She turned to see him standing in the doorway in dark chinos and another checked shirt. A young child sat on his hip, pulling at a lopsided bandage wrapped around its head. Nash looked natural, at ease with the child and her stomach did that strange flopping thing again.

Nash smiled at the teenager. ‘Hello, Christine.’ Then he turned to Maggie. ‘Hello, Maggie from ICU.’

Maggie felt heat creep into her cheeks as his eyes roved all over her body taking in her tight black denim Capri pants and her red Radio Giggle top fitting snugly across her breasts

‘This little munchkin says his name is Brodie and he wants to say hello to everyone on ward three,’ he announced to Christine as he dragged his eyes off Maggie.

‘Bring him over here.’ Christine smiled, holding out her arms and waggling her fingers. ‘I’ll help him. Then we can do your interview.’

Maggie looked at him dumbly as Christine settled the little one on her lap. ‘You’re the interviewee?’

Nash chuckled. ‘You think I’m going to tank?’

Maggie felt more fire in her cheeks. ‘Of course not.’ It was hardly Meet the Press. She’d just wished she’d known. She hadn’t asked Christine about the interview because she’d assumed it was going to be one of the other inpatients as usual. ‘How’d that come about?’

He shrugged. ‘I’ve been dropping in from time to time and Christine asked if she could interview me.’

Nash had been dropping in to Radio Giggle? ‘Oh.’

‘What about you? You help out here much?’

Maggie shrugged. ‘From time to time.’

‘Hey,’ Christine said, butting in. ‘That’s not true. Don’t listen to her, Dr Reece.’ She pointed to a series of framed photos on the wall above the console, several of them starring Maggie. ‘Ross says Maggie was the driving force behind Radio Giggle and that it wouldn’t exist without her.’

Nash cocked his head back and looked at the enlarged snaps. A younger-looking Maggie with headphones on, sporting a wedding band and grinning at the camera caught his eye. And another with Maggie helping a very official-looking gent in a suit cut a ribbon across the doorway behind him.

He whistled. Yesterday he’d seen her as the efficient PICU nurse and today he’d seen her in another light. While his libido saw her as a gorgeous, sexy woman, the evidence of his eyes told him Maggie was definitely more than a pretty face.

Dougy finally looked up from his picture. ‘Dr Reece,’ he called, and Maggie was spared from the frank curiosity in Nash’s face.

‘Hey, Dougy.’ Nash crossed the small distance and crouched beside Maggie. Doug had been his patient during his medical rotation. ‘How you doin’, mate?’

Dougy held up his colouring book. ‘I’m colouring in a princess. Isn’t she pretty?’

Nash nodded. ‘As a picture.’

‘She’s not as pretty as Maggie, though.’

Nash, fully aware that his knee was almost brushing her thigh, glanced at her face and smiled as Maggie’s cheeks bloomed with another flush of red.

Out of the mouths of babes.

‘No,’ he agreed, his gaze holding hers. ‘No one’s as pretty as Maggie.’

There was a strange couple of seconds when everyone else in the room ceased to exist. And it was in that moment that Maggie saw the difference in Nash. He wanted her, she could tell, but there was something more there.

Respect maybe.

Whatever it was it was infinitely more seductive than flirty Nash of yesterday.

‘Okay,’ Christine said, pulling the earphones away again while simultaneously jiggling her new assistant on her lap. ‘After this song you’re up, Dr Reece. Are you ready?’

Nash reluctantly flicked his gaze from Maggie to Christine, giving the teenager his full attention. ‘Ready when you are.’

Maggie watched Christine blush under Nash’s gaze. It was apparent the girl had a massive crush on him, a fact of which he was obviously aware as he carefully navigated the interview. He was charming