Sheikh Surgeon, Surprise Bride

Well, if the only way she would let him be close to her was in the operating theatre, then he hoped she was prepared to work harder than she ever had in her life, because for the life of his contract he was going to pour all his energies into helping her to be the best surgeon she could possibly be. Perhaps that would be the way back into her heart.

He’d just wasted his time having another cold shower and had been about to try to catch up on some sleep when he’d realised he still hadn’t told her about the door that led from her room out into the atrium.

‘Don’t you have any work to do?’ he snapped, as he retrieved his phone and a set of keys and slid them into his pocket. ‘Lily and I don’t have any time to waste. We have a meeting at the hospital with the architect.’
Lily blinked. The last she’d heard, the two of them were supposed to be catching up on some sleep.

At the time it had felt perfect and if she hadn’t slapped his face for his presumption, he’d been fully prepared to make it the first of many, in spite of the fact he was so tired he could barely see straight.

With a grimace at the unfairness of life she noted that while she looked thoroughly wilted, he looked barely rumpled in his elegantly tailored suit. There were shadows under his eyes that were only partly hidden by those ridiculously long lashes and his hair was rumpled, but otherwise no one would have known that this was the first time he’d really relaxed in nearly twenty-four hours.

‘Finally, it’s time to go home,’ he murmured, as he rested his head back against the supple leather. ‘Soon we will be able to take a shower and relax.’

Razak seemed utterly drained by the time they returned to the waiting limousine. He hadn’t slept when she had on the flight if the briefcase full of papers he’d brought with him was any indication…but she could also see his relief at the cardiologist’s report that the condition of his father’s heart condition wasn’t as bad as he’d feared.

In spite of the fact that they were on their way to visit his father and that the man was apparently seriously ill, she didn’t think she’d ever seen Razak looking so relaxed. It made her realise just how much stress he must be under with the whole weight of responsibility for the success of this controversial trial on his shoulders.

There was a strange gleam in his eye for a second and she remembered a conversation one day when the two of them had finished surgery too late for anything but a very tired, leathery piece of apple pie.

‘As for the new suite, initially I will be working one day a week for a five-hour stretch, using the two theatres simultaneously. Of course, the higher number of operations will mean that my consultation hours will be correspondingly greater, as will my follow-ups, so decisions about adding any extra theatre sessions will come later.’