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  From best friend...

  ...to future bride?

  In this The Good Luck Hospital story, when surgeon Duc asks best friend and midwife Viv for help at his late parents’ Hanoi hospital, she doesn’t hesitate. Duc is the closest thing nomadic Viv has to family, but her platonic feelings for him are changing...into attraction! The clock is ticking on Viv’s time in Vietnam. Will she finally stay in the only place she’s ever felt at home—by Duc’s side?

  The Good Luck Hospital

  Saving lives and healing hearts in Vietnam!

  The May Mắn Hospital is the heart of Hanoi, offering humanitarian care to those who need it most—and healing even the most broken of hearts that come through its doors.

  May Mắn means good luck, and while many of the hospital’s dedicated lifesavers might have been unlucky in love, their fortunes are about to change...

  Follow their journeys to happily-ever-after in enchanting, exotic Vietnam in

  Healing the Single Dad’s Heart

  and

  Just Friends to Just Married?

  by Scarlet Wilson

  Both available now!

  Dear Reader,

  This is the second book in my The Good Luck Hospital series set in Vietnam.

  Surgeon Duc Nguyen gets the worst call of his life when he is told his mother and father have been killed in an accident. Duc is on the career path of a surgeon, but he has to drop everything to go back and take over at the May Mắn hospital—a community hospital serving one of the most deprived populations in Hanoi.

  There’s only one person he can rely on for help: his best friend, Vivienne Kerr, a sparky Scottish midwife he met years before.

  But from the moment Viv steps off the plane something is different between them—and they can both feel it. There’s a spark between them that’s never been there before, and neither knows how to navigate it. And Viv, the girl who only ever stays in a place for six months, contemplates putting down roots for the first time in her life. But how can she consider staying in Duc’s home city if he won’t be by her side?

  I love to hear from readers. Please feel free to contact me at my website: scarlet-wilson.com.

  Happy reading,

  Scarlet x

  Just Friends to Just Married?

  Scarlet Wilson

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  This book is dedicated to all my best boys: Noah Dickson, Lleyton Hyndman and Luca Dickson. Love you guys!

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  “There was so much to like about this book, from the charming, realistically written characters to the unflinchingly honest, medically accurate way the author addressed Sullivan’s mental health issues.... I heartily recommend it as one of the best I’ve ever read.”

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  Scarlet Wilson won the 2017 RoNA Rose Award for her book Christmas in the Boss’s Castle

  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

  EXCERPT FROM NEW YORK DOC, THAILAND PROPOSAL BY DIANNE DRAKE

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE SHRILL OF the phone cut through the dark night.

  Vivienne Kerr fought her way free of the tangled sheets, her brain desperately trying to make sense of the noise. Was she on call? Was this a home delivery?

  By the time she reached for the phone she was shaking her head. No. Definitely not on call. Not tonight. She’d been on call for the last three nights in a row. This was her first night off.

  Or maybe it was morning. Maybe she’d slept for more than twenty-four hours and was late for her next shift...

  Her eyes glanced at the green lights of her clock. Three thirty-seven. Her heart sank. Nope. She definitely wasn’t late, and no normal person would phone at this time of night—not unless it was bad news.

  She picked up the phone, sucking in a breath as if, in some way, it would protect her from what would come next.

  She was practically praying that this would be a wrong number. Someone looking for a taxi, or someone with crazy middle-of-the-night hunger pangs that could only be filled with some kind of takeaway food, or even a drunken call from some guy she’d previously given her number to. She’d take any of the above.

  ‘Hello?’

  For a few seconds there wasn’t really a reply.

  Every tiny hair on her bare arms stood on end. She swung her legs from the bed and sat bolt upright. All her instincts were on edge. Her stomach clenched.

  ‘Hello?’ she tried again.

  There was a noise at the end of the phone. She couldn’t quite work out if it was a sob or a choke. ‘Viv.’

  The voice stopped, as if it had taken all their effort just to say her name. She’d recognise that voice anywhere.

  ‘Duc?’ Panic gripped her. Her best friend. Where was he working now—Washington? Philadelphia? She moved into work mode. The way she acted when everything that could go wrong at a delivery did go wrong.

  Take charge.

  ‘Duc? What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you okay?’

  Every tiny fragment of patience that she’d ever had had just flown out of the window. Duc. As she squeezed her eyes shut, she could see his floppy brown hair and soft brown eyes in her head. Duc. They’d met at a teaching hospital in London while she’d been a midwifery student and he’d been a medical student. No one could have predicted how much the crazy, rootless Scottish girl would click with the ever cheerful, laughing Vietnamese boy.

  It was fate. It was...kind of magic.

  A clinical emergency had floored them both. A young mother with an undiagnosed placenta praevia. Both had only been in the room to observe. Both had had no experience of a situation like this before. The mother had haemorrhaged rapidly, leading to the delivery of a very blue baby. Both Vivienne and Duc had ended up at either side of the bed, squeezing in emergency units of blood at almost the same rate as it appeared to be coming back out of the poor mother. It seemed that every rule in the book had gone out of the win
dow in the attempt to save both baby and mum.

  By the time things had come to a conclusion with mum rushed to emergency surgery, and baby rushed to the NICU, Duc and Vivienne had been left in the remnants of the room, with almost every surface, them included, splattered with blood.

  Vivienne had done her best to hold it together. And she’d managed it. Almost.

  Right until she’d reached the sluice room to dispose of aprons and gloves. Then she’d started to shake and cry. When the slim but strong arms had slid around her waist without a word, and Duc had rested his head on her shoulder, she’d realised that he had been shaking too. He’d known not to try and speak to her. He’d known not to ask her if she wanted a hug. He’d just acted, and they’d stood there, undisturbed, for nearly five minutes, cementing their friendship for ever.

  But now? Fear gripped her chest. Duc hadn’t answered.

  Worst-case scenarios started shooting through her brain. He was sick. He was injured. Something terrible had happened to him.

  ‘Duc? Talk to me, please. I need to know how you are. I need to know that you’re okay.’

  ‘I...I...I need you.’

  She was on her feet in an instant, looking frantically around her room. She clenched the phone between the crook of her neck and her ear as she fell to her knees and pulled a bag from the bottom of her cupboard.

  ‘I’ll be there.’ She’d never been surer of anything in her life. ‘Where are you? What’s wrong?’

  ‘It’s...mẹ va cha.’

  She recognised the Vietnamese words instantly. ‘Your mum and dad? Duc, what’s happened? Are they hurt?’

  Her stomach clenched. She’d met Khiem and Hoa on a few occasions. They were a charming couple, completely devoted to the hospitals they ran in Hanoi and two other outlying areas in Vietnam.

  Silence filled her ears and an ache spread across her chest. Experience told her that silence usually meant the worst possible case.

  ‘Duc,’ she stumbled. ‘No.’

  She couldn’t keep the emotion out of her voice or the tears from pooling in her eyes.

  She heard him suck in a deep breath, it was almost like he’d flicked a switch somehow. ‘I need you,’ he repeated. ‘There was a car accident. I’ve had to fly back to Hanoi. We don’t have another obstetrician, and I don’t have any midwives. I can’t do this, Viv. I can’t do any of this. I need someone with me. I need someone to help me. Can you come?’

  So many questions crowded her brain. She knew there were good, reliable medics who worked at the hospitals. Khiem and Hoa were meticulous about who they hired. But she also knew that, right now, that wasn’t what Duc needed to hear.

  Officially, she should give notice to her current employer. She hated to be thought of as unreliable. But this was an emergency. A family emergency, because Duc felt like family to her.

  ‘I’ll sort it. I’ll get there.’ As she started pushing random clothes into a bag her heart ached for him. Last time they’d spoken, a few weeks ago, he’d been full of enthusiasm. He’d started a new job a month before—a surgical and teaching fellowship in one of big cities in the US. She’d almost been a tiny bit jealous about how happy he’d sounded. Duc had a charm about him, he was friendly and good at his job. No matter where they’d worked together in the past, she’d always ridden a little on his coattails. Duc was the one who made friends and got them invites to dinner and parties. Viv was just his plus one. It was like he’d realised early on that she struggled with forming relationships, and he would do that part for her.

  ‘Thank you,’ his voice croaked.

  It halted her in her tracks and she dropped back down onto her knees.

  ‘Of course,’ she said without question. ‘I’ll go to the airport. I’ll find a flight. I’ll text you once I have the details.’

  She wanted to wrap her hands around his neck right now and give him the biggest bear hug. She wanted to breathe in the, oh, so familiar aftershave that always drifted into her senses when they were close. She hated to think of her friend in pain.

  ‘Duc?’ she whispered, before she hung up. She looked at the crooked little finger on her right hand. Years ago they’d adopted a quirky move from a kids movie where they intertwined their pinkies and said the phrase, ‘Friends for life.’ It had become a long-standing joke between them. She licked her lips. ‘Friends for life,’ she said huskily, then her voice broke.

  There was a muted pause for a few seconds. This time he sounded a little stronger. ‘Friends for life,’ he repeated, before she hung up the phone.

  CHAPTER TWO

  DESPITE LEAVING LONDON three days ago, Vivienne still wasn’t here.

  It could only happen to her. There had been no direct flights available, so she’d taken a whole host of journeys that had bounced her halfway around the globe in order to reach him. She’d had delays, cancellations, engine failure and then an air traffic control strike to contend with. Duc stared at his watch, his eyes flicking back to the arrivals doors at Hanoi airport. Each text had seemed just a little more frantic than the one before.

  His stomach was clenched in an uncomfortable knot. It had been this way since he’d got the initial news about his mother and father. He could barely remember packing up his rented apartment, or his flight from Philadelphia to Hanoi. By the time he’d reached the May Mắn Hospital and Lien and her new husband had rushed out to meet him, he had been numb.

  There had been a string of traditions and rites around the funeral to take care of. So many people had visited that Duc felt as if he’d worn his white funeral clothes for three days straight. He knew it was because people wanted to pay their respects but keeping his expression in place had been hard.

  In the meantime, the hospital had to be kept running. The staff were distraught. The leaders and motivators that they’d worked with for years were gone, and he could see everyone look at him with wariness in their eyes.

  By the time he’d buried his mother and father he’d been exhausted. What he really wanted to do was climb back onto a plane and forget anything like this had ever happened. He’d spent the last week hoping someone would pinch him in an on-call room and this whole thing would just have been some kind of monumental nightmare.

  Something flickered at the side of his vision. Then a sound. It started as a tinkling laugh that grew into something much deeper and heartier.

  His heart gave a little leap. There was only one person who had a laugh like that.

  Even though he was tall, he stood on tiptoe to try and catch his first glimpse of her in amongst the exiting crowds.

  There. Vivienne was talking animatedly to a rather frail, elderly gentleman, her arm interlinked through his. Her red curls were tumbling down her back in loose waves, a white shirt knotted at her waist and a pair of cut-off denim shorts showing off her long legs.

  The original pretty woman. It was what everyone said as soon as they looked at her. Only her Scottish accent betrayed her similarities to the famous actress.

  He could see heads turn as she sauntered past. Her casual grace was always noticeable. There weren’t too many people here who looked like Viv.

  Duc watched as she guided the man over towards his family, walking easily with him as if she had known him all her life. She was in nurse mode. He could tell. People watching would think it was a grandfather and granddaughter, not just some random Scots girl who’d befriended the elderly man on the flight to make sure he was okay. Duc couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the edges of his lips—the first time he’d smiled in days. Only Vivienne. He watched as she brought the man safely to his family, shaking hands with them all, before turning around and scanning the crowd until finally catching Duc’s gaze.

  She didn’t hesitate. Her face lit up. She dropped her bags at her feet and ran over to him, jumping up and winding her legs around him. She didn’t even say a word. She just buried her face deep into his ne
ck and held on tight.

  He could see the amused glances from people close by—as if they were witnessing a pair of lovers reunited. But somehow Duc didn’t feel the urge to explain. Just the press of her body against his felt good.

  He closed his eyes for a second too and just held her there, letting the heat from her body sink into his. His senses were flooded as the familiar aroma of orange blossom from her shampoo drifted around him.

  For an instant in time he was in an entirely different place. One where he hadn’t received the call about his parents when he was about to walk into surgery. One where he hadn’t had to come here and bury the mother and father he’d unrealistically thought would probably live for ever. One where his current career plans weren’t up in the air as he was left with a number of hospitals to run.

  Nope. He was in a bubble. A Vivienne-sized bubble. The things he’d craved in the last few days swept over him. Reassurance. Safety. The ability to just be Duc, instead of the bereaved son putting on a brave face—that was the range of feelings that overwhelmed him. Viv was here. She would help him. She would help him sort all this out and get back to the life he truly wanted.

  He blinked back the tears that flooded into his eyes. He’d waited days to do this. To feel his friend in his arms and know that someone would have his back. Part of him wished they could teleport out of this airport and straight back to his room so he could crumple on the sofa.

  His back was stiff and every muscle in his body ached from keeping it together. He’d nodded his head so many times it was now almost on autopilot. He’d shaken hands with so many old and familiar faces. But for some reason it hadn’t brought the comfort he’d thought it would.

  This was what he needed. That was what he’d craved.

  She pulled her head up, her pale blue eyes just inches from his. ‘I stink,’ she whispered. ‘I’ve been wearing the same clothes for three days.’ She jumped down.

  Instantly, his bubble was gone.