‘I did the right thing.’ Andreas held out a hand and gave a slow smile that made Libby’s heart race. Suddenly she forgot about her brother. All she could think about was her own future, with the man she loved.

She stood up and held out a hand. ‘Time to smash some plates, Dr Christakos.’

And Andreas led her onto the dance-floor.

* * * * *

The English Doctor’s Baby

Sarah Morgan

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

CHAPTER ONE

‘WE’VE arrived, sweetheart.’ Jenny switched off the engine. Her mouth was dry and her heart was banging against her ribs so hard that she felt dizzy. ‘Get ready to meet your daddy.’

She closed her eyes briefly and then turned to look at the baby, safely strapped in a car seat next to her.

Was she doing the right thing?

She’d ached over the decision for months and now the moment had finally come she was suddenly filled with doubt.

Was Alex Westerling really the right father for an innocent baby?

The answer had to be no.

But what choice did she have?

She brushed the baby’s cheek with a gentle finger. ‘You do realise that I don’t want to do this, don’t you? He might be a doctor, but the man has a wicked reputation with women and he’s never made a commitment to anyone in his life. The last thing I want to do is introduce him to you.’ She broke off and nibbled her lip, worry creasing her brow. ‘But I just can’t see any other way. We need help. We can’t manage on our own any more. And you need to know your daddy. It’s time Alex Westerling lived up to his responsibilities.’

The baby cooed happily and kicked her legs.

Jenny gave a soft smile. ‘Daisy Phillips, you are a beautiful baby. Let’s just hope he thinks so too.’

But she wasn’t optimistic.

From what she’d heard and read about Alex Westerling, babies, however beautiful, were not on his agenda. The only females who interested him were well over the age of consent.

According to gossip he was a super-cool, rich playboy who moved smoothly through life, leaving a trail of broken hearts littered behind him, and Jenny had absolutely no doubt that the reception awaiting her was going to be decidedly chilly.

Delaying the moment when she would have to leave the car, she turned to look out of the window, her eyes resting on the sea sparkling in the sun. It was a beautiful day. And she’d never felt more stressed in her life.

She absolutely loathed confrontation and you didn’t have to be a genius to work out that she was about to get confrontation by the bucketload.

Alex Westerling was not going to be pleased to see her.