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  But now it was just her and Nikhil, in the quiet, narrow backstreets, which were glowing faintly from the warm yellow-orange lights spilling out from the buildings on either side.

  His arm was around Isla, almost protectively, and she was wholly conscious of fitting far too well to the shape of his body. Like they were designed to fit together. He moved with such grace, propelling them on, with every step taking them closer and closer to her hotel.

  To end the night? Or to begin it?

  Her head was warring with the rest of her body as everything started to pull gradually tighter and tighter. It pooled in her chest, her belly and lower. She ought to speak. To stop this. One-night stands weren’t her thing, but lord, the temptation to stay silent and simply indulge in the moment made her mouth dry up completely.

  In the end, it was her legs that stopped her. Slowing her down, as though against their own will.

  “What if I’ve changed my mind?”

  “Changed your mind?” he asked, stopping beside her, his arm still around her waist.

  “This,” Isla managed. “Us.”

  Dear Reader,

  My hero and heroine certainly had an exotic backdrop in this story—from the heady heights of the Amazon rainforest canopy to the very grounded banana plantations in Ecuador. How could they not fall in love?

  I confess that these were some of the countries that I visited on my honeymoon with my very own hero—though my experiences were quite different to Isla’s, of course!

  My heroine is such a free-spirited, determined, caring individual that the aloof, gruff, too-proud Nikhil is her perfect foil. I had a blast watching them butt heads on more than one occasion before finally experiencing the delight when they begin to take down each other’s walls.

  I hope you enjoy reading Isla and Nikhil’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Only, now Leonora and Dax are beginning to whisper their own story to me!

  I love hearing from my wonderful readers at charlotte-hawkes.com or find me on Facebook or Twitter.

  Much love,

  Charlotte x

  The Doctor’s One Night to Remember

  Charlotte Hawkes

  Born and raised on the Wirral Peninsula in England, Charlotte Hawkes is mom to two intrepid boys who love her to play building block games with them, and who object loudly to the amount of time she spends on the computer. When she isn’t writing—or building with blocks—she is company director for a small Anglo/French construction firm. Charlotte loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her at her website: charlotte-hawkes.com.

  Books by Charlotte Hawkes

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  Royal Christmas at Seattle General

  The Bodyguard’s Christmas Proposal

  Reunited on the Front Line

  Second Chance with His Army Doc

  Reawakened by Her Army Major

  A Summer in São Paulo

  Falling for the Single Dad Surgeon

  Christmas with Her Bodyguard

  A Surgeon for the Single Mom

  The Army Doc’s Baby Secret

  Unwrapping the Neurosurgeon’s Heart

  Surprise Baby for the Billionaire

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com.

  To Helen, for the walks, the giggles and the odd jogs...though our boat experiences were never quite like Isla’s! xx

  Praise for Charlotte Hawkes

  “Ms. Hawkes has delivered a really good read in this book where I smiled a lot because of the growing relationship between the hero and heroine...

  The romance was well worth the wait because of the building sexual tension between the pair.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on A Surgeon for the Single Mom

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM REUNITED WITH HER SECRET PRINCE BY SUSANNE HAMPTON

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘WHICH ONE OF them is faking it, do you think?’ Isla Sinclair wondered breezily, as she eyed the honeymooning couple frolicking together on the Chilean beach.

  Her stepsister Leonora—former stepsister, if Isla was going to be strictly accurate—put down her summer cocktail and turned gracefully to look.

  ‘Don’t let what Brad-the-Cad did turn you into some hardened cynic, Isla.’ Leo smiled softly. ‘Maybe they’re actually in love?’

  ‘And you’re such a hopeless romantic.’ Isla grinned, making a conscious effort to thrust any unwelcome memories of her ex-fiancé out of her head. ‘You know as well as I do that someone is always faking it. If they’re really lucky, then they’re enjoying a mutually advantageous marriage, like my mother and your father had.’

  Or at least it had been mutually advantageous for a blissful five years, ending perfectly amicably thirteen years ago, when Isla and Leo had been nineteen.

  Onwards and upwards. Certainly that was a lesson Isla had learned at the knee of her beautiful, charming mother who had bounced her, cooed to her and whispered to her just what had to be done in order to negotiate for her next, richer, even more well-connected husband.

  Marianna Sinclair-Raleigh-Burton had always seen marriage more like a business negotiation, with each party agreeing in advance what the other would bring to the table.

  ‘I can just hear your mother now.’ Leo shook her head affectionately. ‘Why complicate things by pretending to be in love, girls? Far better to be up-front. That way, there are no nasty surprises.’

  ‘Ugh!’ Isla mimicked one of her mother’s comical, yet simultaneously elegant shudders. ‘Perish the thought.’

  Leo laughed, a tinkly kind of sound that Isla had always thought was the prettiest laugh she’d ever heard.

  ‘You sound just like her, Isla.’

  ‘I can live with that. Where is my mother anyway?’

  ‘She said she was going to have a lie-down.’ Leo pulled a wry face. ‘But what are the chances she’s found herself a new suitor?’

  ‘Well, firstly, she’s a new divorcee, again.’ Isla ticked the points off on her fingers. ‘Secondly, she insisted on coming out here and turning it into a holiday, even though I told her that I had come out early for some quiet, to get my head around my new role as ship’s doctor in two days. And thirdly, she booked us into the most expensive hotel in this part of the region—possibly in the whole of Chile. So if she hasn’t already eyed up a new husband for herself then I’d be surprised.’

  ‘Better her looking for herself than trying to set one of us two up,’ Leo groaned, though there was no rancour in her tone.

  Both girls knew that, for all her faults, Marianna was the closest thing Leo had ever had to a mother, even all these years after their respective parents’ divorce. And in Isla’s eyes too, Marianna was the most loving, generous mother she thought a girl could ever have.

  Still, that didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes good-naturedly now. ‘Quite. But I won’t hold my breath.’

  ‘Me neither.’ Leo turned to eye the honeymoon couple again. ‘Maybe they really are in love.’

  ‘Maybe.’
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  With a sigh, Isla let her eyes drift back to them. They certainly looked like they were loving life.

  It just wasn’t the life that Isla had ever wanted for herself.

  ‘Anyway, I fancy checking out a few little stores I saw on the walk down here.’ Leo finished her drink and pushed it to the side. ‘Do you want to come?’

  Isla hesitated for a moment. ‘No, actually, if you don’t mind I think I’d like to go for a walk along the beach. Once I’m on board, it might be a while before I get a chance to set foot on land again.’

  ‘Makes sense.’ Leo slipped off the stool and hooked her summery purse over her head. ‘See you back at the hotel?’

  ‘Yeah, about an hour?’

  ‘An hour.’ Leo nodded, heading daintily out of the bar and, unsurprisingly, in the direction of the honeymooners.

  Typically romantic Leo. Isla smiled to herself.

  But she definitely wasn’t here for love, or even for a holiday romance—the idea of either was enough to make her shudder—she was here for work. Better than that, she was here for the job of her life, the job she’d dreamed of doing ever since she’d been a kid—junior doctor on a cruise ship.

  The Jewel of Hestia.

  Perhaps not the incredible Queen Cassiopeia, the flagship of the Port-Star Cruise Line fleet that was anchored out at sea right now, but a good one all the same. One that would allow her to do the work she loved combined with travelling around the world.

  What could be more perfect?

  And if it also got her away from the humiliation of Bradley, and away from her mother’s next shenanigans, then wasn’t that a bonus?

  Downing the last of her drink, Isla stood up and made herself smile. This wasn’t about the past; this was about the future. Or, until her ship sailed into port in a couple of days’ time, this was about living in the present and exploring as much as she could of what this part of Chile had to offer.

  The sudden commotion behind her made Isla spin around to where an argument between two young men was going on in the next bar. Two six-foot, muscle-bound lads squaring—rather drunkenly—up to each other, both of whom might have looked at home in a boxing ring.

  Clearly, the crowd seemed to think so. As much as they were entertained, they were evidently keeping their distance, not wanting to get caught in the middle.

  That’s my cue.

  Weaving through the tables, the occupants of which were mostly focused on the fact that the argument was turning into a brawl, Isla made her way to the strip of walkway between the bars and the beach and turned in the opposite direction from the fight. And the loud crash that ensued.

  It wasn’t her business, and she didn’t care. She kept her head down and picked up her pace, right up to the moment when a deafening crash split the air.

  Isla’s heart jolted and she whirled around despite herself—just in time to see a ship’s officer vaulting over the barrier to the sand and racing to haul one of the drunken young men—still flailing and punching—off the one who was now lying unconscious on the ground, as though the lad weighed little more than a sack of potatoes.

  With one word, the newcomer had the crowd flipping from ghoulish spectators to concerned citizens, grouping around the injured party and checking him over, whilst the officer pinned the still-agitated second lad to a concrete pillar to stop him from reaching his quarry to rain down yet more punches.

  The officer was at least as tall as the would-be boxer and, even though he wasn’t as obviously bulked up, there was no doubt that he was strong and skilled enough to control the bigger man, apparently quietly and smoothly talking him down before pressing a couple of the other stronger locals into taking the lad further away until he calmed down completely. Then he pulled a walkie-talkie from his waist and issued more instructions into that.

  It was mesmerising how smoothly and efficiently the man had seemed to take charge of a situation which could have escalated far too easily. Her heart jolted again, and she told herself it was nothing more than an adrenalin rush due to the situation. Or perhaps it was because it highlighted, so aptly, all of her ex’s failings. Brad had liked to pretend that he was that kind of bark-a-command-and-everyone-jumps alpha male, but the truth was that he’d been more of a make-the-bullets-for-someone-else-to-fire kind of a man.

  So what did it say about her that it had taken her so long to see the truth?

  Enough! Isla chastised silently, shaking the guilt and shame from her thoughts. This was why she was here in Chile, waiting for the Jewel of Hestia to arrive. The ship’s junior doctor wasn’t just a new career; it was to be a new start.

  Isla turned to leave, when suddenly she heard a series of shouts, mostly for emergency services, and then one shout which she couldn’t ignore.

  ‘Médico? Es alguien médico?’

  Swinging back, her stomach lurching slightly, she surveyed the severity of the scene for a moment. Almost hoping someone else might step forward.

  Nobody did.

  ‘Soy médica,’ she muttered at length, stumbled forward and pushed her way through the tight throng, her eyes taking in each detail as it came into focus.

  Close up, she could now see that the man who had fallen had crashed through a glass-laden table and was now lying on his back on the ground, the table and shards of glass beneath him. Blood pooled somewhere around his lower back.

  ‘You.’ Isla pointed to some random gawking bystanders as she quickly and efficiently picked her way through the debris. ‘Can you move the tables? Mover las mesas?’

  She crouched down beside the casualty, but until the glass was swept away she didn’t dare kneel.

  ‘And you...a sweeping brush...un cepillo para...’ her brain scrabbled for the words ‘...para barrer los...fragmentos de vidrio.’

  She only paused long enough to see the bartender acknowledge her before she turned her focus to the patient. Not unconscious after all, but certainly groggy.

  ‘Hello, can you tell me your name? Cómo se llama?’

  He groaned and weakly tried to push her hand away, possibly hearing her but not processing her words. Another observation to file away for the ambulance crew.

  ‘Okay—you’re okay. I’m a doctor. Soy médica.’

  A quick check of his pulse suggested an erratic beat, hardly surprising after a bar fight and then demolishing a glass table. But there were no shards on his front, which meant the blood had to be coming from an injury on his back.

  ‘Someone has called for an ambulance? Ambulancia?’

  ‘Sí, sí,’ several people relayed at once, flowing into a torrent of Chilean Spanish that Isla wasn’t entirely sure she understood.

  At least the barman had now swept away the worst of the broken glass and she could tend to the patient, although the guy was big and muscular and moving him was proving harder than she’d expected.

  ‘Help me roll him onto his front,’ she instructed anyone who was listening. ‘Ayudar me...rodar...’

  ‘Leave him, please.’

  Isla jerked her head up at the commanding voice, unprepared for the man who was bearing down on her. The cruise ship officer from before—as if her body hadn’t already prickled in awareness. She told herself it was just the heat—the downdraught that his body created as he moved closer—and nothing more.

  Her eyes seemed intent on drinking in every inch of him, not least the epaulettes on his shoulders. A senior officer, at that. A first officer—practically the Captain’s right-hand man.

  ‘I take it he’s one of yours?’ she bit out, furious with herself. ‘Good—you can tell me his name?’

  ‘He is one of mine,’ First Officer McHotty growled. ‘And he clearly needs a doctor.’

  ‘I am a doctor.’

  ‘Is that so?’ He barely paused a fraction of a beat. ‘What I mean is that we have our own doctors to deal with our crew.’


  ‘Right, but they aren’t here, are they?’ Isla kept her eyes on the patient, her hands finding a good purchase. ‘However, I am here, and he’s bleeding out. So I suggest you help me roll him. And tell me his name. Oh, and what language does he speak?’

  She sensed rather than saw the moment of hesitation as McHotty took in the scene for himself, but she was having enough trouble focusing.

  Impressive enough from a distance, up close he was also possibly the most breathtaking specimen of a male that Isla thought she’d ever seen, as galling as that was to admit. He wasn’t classically handsome; that would have been too banal for the man. Instead there was an arresting quality about him, from the sharp, square jaw to the blade of a nose. His eyes were the richest, deepest caramel she’d ever seen, with a smokiness to match that raw masculine voice. And his body? Her brain refused to go there—she didn’t even want to start thinking about his body.

  It was unfortunate then that her brain didn’t appear to be in control of anything right now. Despite all her silent cerebral protestations, her eyes slid—seemingly of their own volition—to the body crouched down beside her.

  The powerful thighs brushing hers, and unwittingly sending little bolts of electricity through her. His pristine uniform clung like a lover to hewn muscle, from strong thighs, to contoured torso, to wide shoulders—no wonder he’d had little trouble besting the brawny would-be fighter.

  If the world had stopped spinning, Isla wouldn’t have been all that surprised, and yet the entire interaction took less than a couple of seconds. Nonetheless, it galled her beyond all measure that her mouth felt parched as her eyes drank it all in. As if she’d never seen a man before in her life.

  Only, if she were to be honest, she’d certainly never seen a man like this before. Surely the hottest male specimen to have ever walked the planet? And, judging by the doe-eyed females in the crowd, she definitely wasn’t the only one to think it.

  Isla thrust the traitorous thought aside and forced her attention back to her unexpected patient.