Tempted by Dr Daisy
Tempted by Dr Daisy
Caroline Anderson
When a messy divorce leaves Ben Walkers young daughter distraught, she automatically takes priority over his love-life. But little Florence finds bubbly colleague and girl-next-door Daisy Fuller as lovable as Ben does! Perhaps together they can persuade Daisy to open her heart againto two people wholl cherish her for ever! The Fiance He Cant Forget Seeing ex-fiance Amy at his brothers wedding throws Matt Walkers world dangerously off-balance. Their relationship imploded years ago, but hes never got her out of his head and neither can resist a one-night-only reunion! But Matt wants a lifetime by Amys side, not a night, and a pregnancy bombshell gives him the chance to prove it The Legendary Walker Doctors finally find the women who can live up to their dreams!
About the Author
CAROLINE ANDERSON has the mind of a butterfly. Shes been a nurse, a secretary, a teacher, run her own soft-furnishing business, and now shes settled on writing. She says, I was looking for that elusive something. I finally realised it was variety, and now I have it in abundance. Every book brings new horizons and new friends, and in between books I have learned to be a juggler. My teacher husband John and I have two beautiful and talented daughters, Sarah and Hannah, umpteen pets, and several acres of Suffolk that nature tries to reclaim every time we turn our backs! Caroline also writes for Mills & Boon
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Table of Contents
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Dear Reader,
When I was asked to write a duet of two closely linked books, I thought How close can people be? And the answer? Identical twins who are both gorgeous guys and amazing doctorsmy LEGENDARY WALKER DOCTORS. But theyre not just normal twins, but twins whod shared the same amniotic sac, whod been in touch with each other from the first moment and who now, 34 years later, were still very close emotionally and in their working lives. You really cant get closer than thatand for both Ben and Matt, their journeys have been paved with tragedy and pain.
But then Ben moves to Yoxburgh, where Daisy and Amy, dear friends and colleagues, are waiting in the wings.
Ben has a daughter, little Florence, who is the centre of his worlduntil he meets Daisy. He just has to find a way for both of them to trust again, so together they can give Florence the family they all long for in TEMPTED BY DR DAISY.
For Matt and Amy, the past is so painful they cant bear to go there again, but when Ben and Daisy fall in love, her best friend and his twin are brought together again and circumstances conspire to force them to face their past and deal with the loss that drove them apart in THE FIANCE HE CANT FORGET.
Writing their stories was heart-wrenching but wonderful, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed coaxing them along each step of the way.
With love,
Caroline
CHAPTER ONE
SHE could hear water running.
Her new neighbour, whoever he might be, was up and about already. Well, she hoped hed slept better than she had, she thought grumpily. Hed kept her awake until midnight moving things, and the cat deciding she was hungry at five thirty really didnt help.
To be fair, he hadnt been that noisy, but she wasnt feeling fair after another hen weekend, and another of her friends settling down to matrimonial bliss. That left her and Amy, but she couldnt see Amy letting anyone close, and as for herwell, where were all the decent single men without a ton of emotional baggage? Not in Yoxburgh, that was for sure, and even if they were, she wasnt sure she was quite ready to dip her toe in that particular pond again.
She fed Tabitha, made herself a cup of tea and went out to the conservatory. Dawn was breaking, the sky washed pale pink above the rooftops to the east, and she curled up on a chair overlooking her pretty little garden, pressed the mental reset button and let herself come to slowly.
It was her favourite time of the day, before the rest of the world got up, and she cradled her mug in her hands, snuggled further down into the chair and listened to the sounds of the glorious spring morning.
The birds were singing, and she could hear boards creaking next door, more of those masculine footsteps running down the stairs, a muffled exclamationand an almighty crash that sent Tabitha fleeing for the hills and made Daisy spill her tea.
Oops! she murmured, trying to tune out the mans voice as she blotted uselessly at her dressing gown, but it was hard to ignore. What on earth had he done? Something pretty drastic, judging by the expletives seeping through the thin party wall.
And then there was silence.
Are you OK? she called warilyalthough she didnt really need to raise her voice.
Umyeah. Sort of, he replied, his voice muffled by the wall. Sorry. Minor crisis.
Anything I can do?
A despairing laugh, then, Not unless youre a plumber.
She heard footsteps striding down the hall, then a door opening, and a knock at her front door.
She opened it, and her mouth sagged. Wow, he was
Well, he was many things. Tall. Broad. Gorgeous. Young enough to be interesting, old enough to have something about him. And there was plenty about him. He was covered in filthy, sodden debris, his suit drenched and splattered, his hair full of bits of stuff, his once-white shirt a dirty, streaky grey. In the striking, really rather fabulous blue eyes lurked a hint of irony that made her smile.
Then the eyes tracked down her dressing gown and stopped on the huge tea-stain. What happened to you? he asked incredulously, and she gave a stunned little laugh.
I thought that was my line, she said, trying not to laugh any more because it really, really wasnt funny, but his mouth quirked.
Ah. My ceiling came down, he explained unnecessarily, and Daisy had to bite her lip. To her surprise his eyes creased in a smile.
Sorry about the noise. And the language. Im Ben, by the way, he said, holding out his hand, then withdrawing it and wiping it on his trousers, scanning it before offering it again. She took it, noting that as well as being a little wet and gritty, it was warm and firm. Strong.
And his voicea hint of something that could have been Yorkshire? A little gruff. A little blunt. And a lot sexy.
Daisy, she said, and let herself smile properly. Welcome to Rivenhall Villas. May it get better.
He gave a slightly desperate laugh and closed his eyes, dragging his hand over his face and smearing the dirt into it. A streak of blood joined the dirt, welling slowly from a thin cut over his eyebrow.
I can only hope. I dont suppose you know a plumber?
She tightened the belt of her saturated dressing gown, hopped over the low fence between the diamond-patterned paths and peered down his hall at a scene of utter devastation. His kitchen had disappeared under a sea of sodden lime plaster and broken laths, and there was a slow, steady drip from a dangling lump of ceiling. The rush, she sensed, was over, but
Just a plumber? she murmured thoughtfully, and behind her she heard another wry laugh.
A plumber would be a pretty good start. An electrician might be a handy second, that lights hanging at a jaunty angle. And a plasterer, perhaps?
Mmm. It seems to have stopped, though.
Yeah. I reckon it was the waste. Id just had a bath.
Ah. Very likely, then. I tell you what, she said, turning back to him and finding him right behind her. She took a step back, and a nice deep breath, because under the plaster filth and the wet dog smell coming off his suit was the lingering remains of some seriously interesting aftershave. Citrusy, with a touch of amber
You were about to tell me something, he prompted, and she collected herself.
Umyes. Why dont I throw on some clothes and come and help you clear up? Ive got an hour before I have to leave for work. And a nice long shower planned, but she could feel that going out of the window rapidly.
Lucky you. I have to leave now. Lets face it, it cant get any worse, but I cant do anything about it and Ive got bigger fish to fry. Its my first day in a new job, I dont have another suit or any way of getting the filth out of my hair, and theres no way Im turning a tap on! I guess Ill just have to make do with spitting on a handkerchief.
Obviously he hadnt looked in a mirror yet.
This is going to take more than spitting on a hankie to sort out, she said drily. And youve got a cut over your left eye. Do you have another shirt?
He fingered his eyebrow gingerly and nodded. And trousers and a jacket, but not the power suit, sadly.
Cant help you there, she said, giving up all hope of starting her day with any kind of normality. However, I do have a shower. Why dont you grab some clean stuff and sort yourself out while I find you a plumber?
Really?
Really. Find your clothes, Ill get dressed and I can make a start on the clean-up, too. I have a vacuum thats very good for sucking up spills.
Spills? He choked on a laugh, and the smile that crinkled his eyes made her stomach turn over. Theres a bathful of water on that floor.
No problem. It can cope. Ill just have to empty it lotsif I can find the sink.
He frowned. Daisy, are you sure? Its a hell of an imposition.
Well, at least he realised it. Her morning was running away with her, but she couldnt just leave him like this. She found a smilenot as hard as shed thought, because those eyes were really quite
I thought you were in a hurry? she said, and squeezed past him, hopped over the fence and ran upstairs, dragged on her gardening clothes, put a towel in the bathroom for him and had just hauled the vacuum up from the cellar as he appeared at her door.
Look, you really dont have to clean up
Dont be silly, its nothing. Bathrooms at the top of the stairs, straight ahead of you. Ive put you out a towel on the side of the bath and the plumbers calling me back.
He didnt believe it.
He should. Things like this seemed to happen to him these days. He tipped his head forwards so it was under the stream of hot water and let out a tired, frustrated sigh. Hed known moving into the house before it was fixed was rash, butthis rash?
Thank God for Daisy. The shower was bliss. He could have stood there all day under the streaming hot water, but he didnt have time. He borrowed some of her shampoo and washed the filth out of his hair, and discovered some interesting lumps and bumps on his scalp. The cut over his eyebrow was stinging, too. Damn. He sluiced the grit and grime off his body, gave himself a very hasty rub-down with Daisys borrowed towel, then dressed in record time, scowled at the cut on his eyebrow, frowned at a mark on his shoes that wouldnt shift and gave up.
There was nothing more he could do. Nothing he had time to do. His ruined suit was lying in a soggy heap in the bottom of Daisys pristine and rather beautiful bath, and he left it there. Hed sort everything out with her later, once hed got today out of the way.
He could hear the vacuum going next door, sucking up the water. Bless her heart. Of all the daysand of all the neighbours, he thought with a bemused smile. What a star.
A small black cat with huge ears and brilliant green eyes watched him disdainfully through the banisters as he went downstairs. He stretched out a hand to her, and after a second she turned away, and he carried on down with a wry chuckle, dismissed.
He hopped over the pointless but decorative little fence and went into his house, to find Daisy in the middle of the kitchen somehow bringing order to the chaos. The water was largely gone, and she was shoving debris to the side with a broom.
Daisy, you dont have to do that! Ill clear it up later.
Im nearly done. Ive cleared the rubble off the boxes to give them a chance to dry out. I think you might have lost some crockery or glassesthat one tinkled a bit.
He shrugged. Glasses he could live without. At least he was alive. He fingered the cut again, and she peered at it.
You need a plaster on that.
He shrugged again. No idea where they are, but Im sure Ill live. I dont suppose youve heard from the plumber, have you?
No, not yet. Take my mobile number and give me a missed call, and Ill send you a text when I hear from him.
He keyed it in, then slid the phone back into his pocket and ran a hand through his damp hair. Look, Im sorry, Ive left my suit in your bath, but I have to go now. Ill deal with it later, and all of this. You dont have to do any more
Go. Im nearly done. Ill see you later. Can I just drop the door shut on the latch?
Thats fine. Thank you so much. I owe you, bigtime.
Too right. Ill expect a slap-up dinner at the least, she said drily, swiping an armful of soggy plaster rubble off the worktop onto the filthy floor.
Consider it done.
She flashed a smile at him, a streak of dirt on her cheek giving her the impish, mischievous look of a little girl having way too much funand he didnt really want to start thinking about Daisy having fun, because it was a long, long time since hed had fun with a woman, and for all she might look fleetingly like the little girl shed once been, there was nothing but woman under those clothes. And he was taking her out to dinner?
He cleared his throat, nodded curtly and went.
Phew.
Daisy straightened up, blew the hair back out of her eyes and looked around. Utter chaos, but at least it was organised chaos now. The rubble was swept into a heap, the boxes had been blotted dry and the water sucked upand she was going to be late for work, today of all days!
She fled, grabbing the quickest shower on record and dragging on her clothes. Her hair would have to do, she decided, pulling it back and doubling it into a loose bun in an elastic band. No time for makeup. No time for anything, and the new consultant was starting today.
Great start, she thought. Please God he wasnt an arrogant snobor a tedious box-ticker. One of them on the team was more than enough. She ran to the car, paused in the street to shut her garden gates and headed for the hospital.
On the way she took a call from the plumber, then dropped Bens suit into the cleaners in the hospital reception area, instructing them to be careful. Shed seen the label, and it had made her wince.
Then she legged it for the ward.
By the time she got there, people were clustered around the nursing station. She could see a mans head slightly above the rest, hear a quiet voice giving some kind of team-leading chat, and her heart sank. Damn. He was here already, doing the meet and greet. So much for making a good impression.
Evan Jones, the specialist registrar, gave the ward clock a pointed look as she squeezed into the group.
Sorry Im she began a little breathlessly, and then stopped in her tracks as the man turned and met her eyes, and if she hadnt been so busy staring at him in shock she would have missed the quickly masked flicker of surprise.
Mr Walker, this is Dr Fuller, Evan said, sounding and looking unimpressed, but Bens professional smile did something utterly different in his eyes, and he brushed Evan smoothly aside.
Yes, weve met. Dr Fullers very kindly been doing something for me, he explained, cutting him off at the knees, and then turned back to her. Any joy?
Still shocked, running on autopilot and ready to fall in love with him for saving her from another tedious lecture, she nodded. Yes, its sorted, she told him without missing a beat. Hed found a plaster, she thought, staring at the cut above his eyebrow, but apart from that youd never know how his day had started. He looked cool, calm and in controlmore than she was.
Thank you. I dont think youve missed much, he said with a wry smile, then he looked back at the group. As I was saying, Im looking forward to working with you all, and I hope youll forgive me when I ask silly, irritating questions and dont know where things are or how theyre done here. Ill do my best to make this transition as painless as possible, if youll just bear with me, and if youve got anything you want to talk about, my doors always open, so to speak.
He smiled at them all. Right, thats it, everybody. I know youve all got plenty to do, so I wont hold you up. Dr Jones, rather than keep you from our patients any longer, why dont I get Dr Fuller to show me round? I need to speak to her anyway, so she might as well give me a quick tour and Ill introduce myself to her properly, then I suggest we meet for coffee at nine thirty, if thats all right, and you can fill me in on anything she might have missed and show me the department in detail. Any problems with that, either of you?
Evan looked a bit startled, but conceded with a stiff little nod. No, you go ahead, Mr Walker. Im sure Dr Fuller can tell you everything you need to know. I dont really have time, anyway. There are some patients I need to see urgently.
Clare Griffiths, she said, worrying about her as she had been all weekend. Hows she doing?
Ive seen her already. Dont worry, I can manage without you, he said dismissively, and Ben frowned. He didnt like the sound of that at all. In fact, he was beginning not to like Evan Jones
Fine. Well catch up with you later, he said, and without pausing for breath, he ushered Daisy towards the doors.
Doing something for you? she muttered under her breath, and his laugh, low and soft and inaudible except to her whispered over her nerve endings and made her shiver.
She gulped as he swiped his ID over the sensor and pushed the door open for her.
Well, you were, it wasnt a lie. OK, first things first. I want you to fill me in on everything there is to know about the department and its politicsstarting with the location of the nearest decent coffee. His mouth tipped into a wry grin. Breakfast was unexpectedly cancelled.
She had a vision of him covered in his ceiling, and grinned back. Indeed. Full English, Mr Walker, or would you rather have something sweet and sinful?
His eyes flared slightly, and for a second her breath hitched in her throat. Oh, I think sweet and sinful sounds rather promising, Dr Daisy, dont you? he murmured, and followed her out of the ward while she tried to remember how to breathe.
Sothe plumbers coming at seven? Ben said as they sat down with huge mugs of coffee and wickedly sticky bunssweet and sinful, shed said, and he had to try very, very hard to keep his thoughts on track as he watched her bite into hers. Is that seven today or in three years time?
No, today, she said with a laugh, taking down her hair and twisting it back up again into a knot. Pity. He preferred it down. It looked soft, silky, and he could almost imagine sifting the long, dark strands through his fingers
He stirred his coffee for something safe to do with his hands and dragged his mind back in line again. So how come hes available this quickly? Usually if a tradesmans any good, you have to wait weeks. Do you know him?
She nodded. Yes. Hes doing it as a favour to me, and he is good. He refitted my bathroom for me.
Ah. Yes. Your lovely bathroom. Im afraid I left it in a horrendous mess.
Dont worry, its fine, Ill deal with it later.
So did he charge a fortune, or did your landlord pay?
Landlord? I dont have a landlord, she said ruefully. Its my house, and he was very reasonable, as plumbers go.
Youre buying it alone? he added, fishing, although it was none of his business and utterly irrelevant, he told himself firmly. He was not interested.
She nodded and pulled a face. Although sometimes I wonder how I got myself in this situation. I must be mad. I wanted my own house because I was fed up with unscrupulous landlords but Im not quite convinced Im really grown up enough!
Oh, he was sure she was. She was certainly grown up enough to satisfy his frankly adolescent fantasies, he thought. She was biting into the sticky bun again and it was giving him heart failure watching her lick her lips.
And they were colleagues and neighbours? Sheesh, he thought, and was hauling his mind back to work when she spoke again.
So how about you? she asked, her clear green eyes studying him curiously. I mean, youre a consultant, so clearly youre old enough to have a house, butwell, without being rude, whats a consultant doing buying a run-down little semi in a place like Yoxburgh?
Good questionand one he had no intention of answering, but at least it had dragged his mind out of the gutter. Whats wrong with Yoxburgh?
She shrugged. Nothing. I love it. Its got the best of both worldsgood hospital, nice community, the sea, the countrysideits a lovely town.
Exactly. So why should I be flawed for wanting to be here? he asked, curious himself and trying to divert attention back to her and off his personal life.
Oh, no reason. Its not Yoxburgh, really. It was justI would have expected you to have a better house. Bigger. More in keeping She trailed to a halt, as if she felt shed overstepped the markwhich she probably had, but shed rescued him before six oclock in the morning without batting an eyelid, lent him her shower, cleared up his mess, got him a plumber
Im divorced, he admitted softly, surprising himself that he was giving so much away to her, and yet oddly knowing it was safe to do so. And it might be modest, but the house suits my needs perfectlyor it will, when the plumbers been and Ive thrown a whole lot of money at it. Besides, maybe I dont want to live in anything flashy and ostentatiousmore in keeping, he added, making little air quotes with his fingers.
She coloured slightly, her thoughts chasing each other transparently through her eyes, and he had to stifle a smile as she gathered herself up and sucked in a breath.
Sorry. None of my business, she said hastily. And talking of suits, I dropped yours into the dry cleaners in the main reception on the way in, and itll be ready at fiveand before you panic, I told them to take good care of it.
Chasing brownie points, Daisy? he murmured, and she laughed.
Hardly. I didnt know who you were then. Im just a nice person.
You are, arent you?
Not that nice. Ive still got my eye on dinner, she said with a teasing grin that diverted the blood from his brain, and he wondered how the hell he was going to keep this sudden and unwanted attraction in its box.
With huge difficulty. Damn.
He turned his attention back to his coffee, and then she said quietly, Thanks for covering for me so smoothly, by the way. Evans a stickler for punctuality, and he was getting all ready to flay me later.
It was the least I could do. I was hardly going to throw you to the wolves for bailing me outliterally! And Evan doesnt strike me as the friendliest of characters. He was pretty dismissive when you asked about that patient.
A flicker of what could have been worry showed in her eyes. Oh, hes OK really. He can come over as a patronising jerk, but hes a good doctor. Hes just a bit miffed that you got the job, I think. He was advised to apply for it, and I reckon he thought it was a shoo-in.
And then they had to advertise it by law, and I applied. And with all due respect to Evan, I would imagine my CV knocks spots off his.
Exactly. So he wont welcome you with open arms, but you should be able to rely on him.
He gave a choked laugh. Well, thats good to know.
Her mouth twitched, and those mischievous green eyes were twinkling at him again. So, I hope youve got some good ideas about what I was supposedly doing for you?
He leant back in his chair and met her eyes with a twinkle of his own. Oh, lets say finding me some statistics on twins on the antenatal list. That should cover it. Anyway, I thought it was pretty good for a spur-of-the-moment thing. Sorry if it sounded a bit patronising, but I thought it was better than explaining Id already had a shower in your bathroom, he said softly, and then felt his legs disintegrate when a soft wash of colour touched her cheeks.
He cleared his throat.
Tell me about Yoxburgh Park Hospital, he suggested hastily, and she collected herself and gave a tiny shrug.
Its old and new, its on the site of the old lunatic asylum
How delightfully politically incorrect, he said drily, and she chuckled.
Isnt it? Nearly as politically incorrect as locking up fifteen-year-old girls because their fathers or brothers had got them knocked up and if they were put away here for life then the family could pretend theyd gone mad and carry on as normal.
Lovely.
It was. It was a workhouse, really, and the pauper lunatic label was just a way of covering up what they were doing, apparently. I mean, whos going to go near a lunatic asylum? You might end up inside, and so they got away with murder, literally. But life was cheap then, wasnt it?
So was building, which I guess is why the old Victorian part is so magnificent.
Oh, absolutely, and the other plus side is that because they wanted it isolated, weve got glorious parkland all around us, tons of parking and plenty of room to expand. The locals have access to it for recreation, we have a lovely outlookit couldnt be better, and the hospitals great. Quite a few areas of it are brand new and state of the art, like the maternity wing, and its earning an excellent reputation. Weve got a bit of everything, but its still small enough to be friendly and its a good place to work. Everybody knows everybody.
Is that necessarily a good thing?
She gave a wry smile. Not always. You wait till they find out were neighbours, for instance.
You think they will?
She laughed. I give it three daysmaybe less.
Oh, that laugh! Musical, infectiousit was going to kill him. And then she flicked the tip of her tongue out and licked the icing off her lips, and his eyes zeroed in on them and locked.
Soguided tour? he suggested hastily, because if he had to sit there opposite her for very many more minutes, he was going to have to strap his hands down by his sides to stop himself reaching out and lifting that tiny smear of icing off the corner of her mouth with his fingertip.
Sure. Where do you want to start?
Maternity Outpatients? he suggested wryly. Then you can ask about the twins, so its not a lie, and theres an antenatal clinic with my name on it later today, so
Im told, and it would look better if I could find it. His eyes twinkled. Cant have me turning up late, clearly. Evan would have a field day with it.
CHAPTER TWO
IT WAS a hectic day, with very little time to think about her new boss and neighbour.
She took Ben for a quick walk through the hospitalthe antenatal clinic, as theyd discussed, and other key areas that he might need to visit as well as the location of the dry cleaners, and then armed with the twin statistics she took him back to the maternity unit and gave him a lightning tour of the departmentthe gynae, antenatal and postnatal wards, the labour ward, the theatre suite, SCBU as well, just for information, and then handed him over to Evan Jones on the dot of nine thirty and went back to the gynae ward to check her patients from last week. She had three to discharge before the afternoon antenatal clinic, then it was back to the antenatal ward and the young first-time mum with pre-eclampsia that shed been worrying about.
Evan had said hed already looked at her, but she wanted to see with her own eyes, and she was glad she did. Clare wasnt looking so great. Her blood pressure was up, her feet and hands were more swollen and she was complaining of a slight headache.
Daisy had thought they should deliver her on Friday, Evan had wanted to give her longer for the sake of the baby. Hed won. And now it was looking as if it might have been the wrong thing to do.
Right, I want you much quieter, she told her softly, perching on the bed and taking Clares hand. I guess youve had a bit of a busy weekend, and were going to have to slow things down for you and make you rest much more. So the tellys going, the visits are down to hubby only, once a day, and I really want you to sleep, OK?
I cant. Im too scared.
You dont need to be scared. Were taking good care of you, and all you need to do is relax, Clare. I know its hard, but you just have to try and find that quiet place and let go, OK? Try for me?
She nodded, rested her head back and closed her eyes.
Good girl. Well keep a close eye on you, and Im tweaking your drugs a bit, and you should feel better soon. If anything changes or you feel unwell, press the bell, and I dont want you out of bed for anything. OK?
Clare nodded again, and Daisy left the room, closing the door silently behind her, and was repositioning the Quiet, Please sign more prominently when she became aware of someone behind her.
Is this the woman you were concerned about? he said softly.
YesClare Griffiths. Shes got pre-eclampsia. Daisys voice was a quiet murmur. Actually, can I have a word with you about her?
Sure.
They walked away from the door, and Daisy filled him in. I dont know if shes OK to leave. I was going to order another ultrasound. Shes only 32 weeks, and Evan wants the baby to have as long as possible, so Ive told her not to move a muscle, to close her eyes and rest, but its easy to say and much harder to do, and today her hands and feet are more swollen and shes complaining of a headache. Shes got a urinary catheter and were monitoring her fluid balance.
Are those the notes?
She handed him the file, and he scanned through it, and met her eyes. Gut feeling?
I think were going to end up delivering her today. She bit her lip. I wanted to do it on Friday, but Evan
Evan wanted to wait. And you disagreed. He said something about that.
She frowned. What?
Oh, just the implication that you were over-cautious.
Daisy shrugged, disappointed that Evan had thought that rather than respecting her judgement, but maybe hed been right. Maybe she was overreacting now. Do you want to examine her?
I thought youd just done it?
I have, but
But nothing. The notes tell me what I need to know. I dont want to stress her by going in straight away. If she sees me, shell think she has to panic. And I trust you, Daisy.
Is that wise? You know nothing about me.
I know youre thorough and meticulous with the notes. Evan thought you lacked confidence. That implies to me that you should have more confidence in your judgement, not less.
She nodded and bit her lip. OK. Well, we can watch her if youre happy to. Shes had steroids, the babys as ready as it can be. Im thinking that waiting much longers probably not an option but I could be wrong.
Or you could be right. So alert Theatre, have SCBU on standby, order another ultrasound and hourly obs, and well give the drugs time to work and wait and see. We arent fortune-tellers, we just have to watch and wait. Keep me up to speed.
She nodded, and with an encouraging wink, he handed her back the notes and walked away.
There wasnt time for lunch, and she arrived at the antenatal clinic at the same time as Ben and Evan.
They were seeing the tricky patients, the mums with known problems, and she was working her way steadily through the more routine cases and trying not to think about her new neighbour and boss when her pager bleeped.
Clare Griffiths. Damn. She must have deteriorated. Handing her patient over to the clinic midwife to refer to Evan, she went straight up to the ward and found Clare looking pale and sweaty. Her face was looking more bloated, and she was clearly wretched.
As soon as she saw her, Clare started to cry.
Im so glad youre here. My feet really hurt, and I cant bend my fingers, my headaches worse, and I cant really seethere are flashing lights and its as if Ive got worms wriggling about all over the inside of my eyes. Im so scared.
Retinal haemorrhages, Daisy thought, scanning the monitor and her test results and fluid balance. The ultrasound result showed that the baby hadnt grown since the previous Thursday, and that meant it wasnt getting enough nutrition. She perched on the bed and held her hand, feeling the difference in her fingers even in two short hours. Have more confidence, Ben had said, and he trusted her. Well, lets hope Im not overreacting now, she thought.
She rubbed her fingers soothingly. Dont be scared, Clare, were looking after you, she said, trying to inject some of that confidence into her voice, but Im afraid your blood pressures gone up again, and your blood results show your kidneys are struggling and the babys not growing. Let me call Mr Walker and ask him to come and look at you.
Is this it? she asked, sniffing and looking even more worried. Are you going to have to deliver me?
I think so, Daisy told her honestly, and Clare swallowed.
But its so earlywhat about the baby? she asked, welling up again.
The baby should be all right, but if we leave it where it is it certainly wont be, and nor will you. Im sorry, Clare, we havent got any choice in this. Ill get Mr Walker, and Ill ring your husband and get him to come in. You might want him with you.
She asked the midwife with them to prep her for Theatre, rang the antenatal clinic and then Clares husband, and two minutes later Ben was in with Clare examining her. To her relief he backed her without hesitation.
Dr Fullers absolutely right, Clare, we need to deliver your baby now. Well get the anaesthetist to do your epidural, and then well take you into Theatre. You should start to feel better almost immediately, and we have lots of babies born at this stage without any problems. Well go and scrub, and well see you in Theatre in a minute. And dont worry. I know it feels scary, but its pretty routine for us, and well look after you.
His smile was kind, his manner firm and confident, and Daisy felt herself relaxing. He was right, it was routine, but Clare had every right to be scared, and hed been good with her. Very good. It was the first time shed seen Ben with a patient, and any reservations she might have had about their new man disappeared instantly.
Do you feel ready to lead? he asked Daisy as they scrubbed. I want that baby out fastI think shes heading for a crisis so I dont think we should hang about. Are you up to it, or would you rather I did it this time?
Will you? Not because I dont think I can, but because I know you can, and its not about pride, its about Clare and her baby.
He gave a gentle, understanding laugh and turned the tap off with his elbow.
Wise words. Right, lets go.
He was slick, and Daisy was glad shed opted to assist rather than lead. His hands were deft and confident, and within moments, it seemed, he had their baby cradled securely in his fingers, his tiny mewling cry music to their ears.
Hello, little one, welcome to the world, he said softly, and then met Clares eyes over the drapes. Youve got a son, he said, smiling, and hes looking good.
He wassmall but strong, and after a brief introduction to Clare and her flustered and emotional husband, he was whisked away to SCBU and they were able concentrate on Clare.
As much as Daisy was able to concentrate on anything except those strong, capable hands that worked so deftly, and the magnetic blue eyes that from time to time met and held her gaze over their masks for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary
Ben made it back just in time for the plumber. Hed left Daisy settling Clare back onto the ward after hed kept an eye on her in Recovery and then gone back to his antenatal clinic, and then shed paged him with a message that shed collected his suit and Clare was fine.
Brilliant.
He walked through the door, stripping off his tie and hanging his jacket on the end of the banister, and before he had time to do anything else there was a knock on the door behind him.
The man on the doorstep had a toolbox in his hand, and reassuringly grubby fingers. Steve, the plumber? Daisy said youd got problems.
The temptation to laugh hysterically nearly overwhelmed him. You might say that, he offered drily, and took Steve through to the kitchen.
Daisy let herself into the house, hung up his suit, kicked off her shoes and fed the cat. She could hear Ben moving around next door, and she sat down at the table and signed the card shed got for him in the supermarket, propped it up against the bottle of bubbly shed also bought and ran upstairs to shower. The bath was calling her, but she was too hungry to dawdle and she wanted to know how Ben had got on with Steve.
She rubbed herself briskly dry and went back into her bedroom. Jeans? Or sweats?
Jeans, she decided, running the hairdryer over her hair and brushing it through. Jeans and a pretty top, because a girl had her pride and hed seen her in a dressing gown covered in tea, in her gardening clothes, in her professional trust me, Im a doctor clothes, and when she popped round with his housewarming present it would be the first time she could show him who she really was.
Which was ridiculous, because she was all of those things, and in any case, why the hell did it matter what he thought of what she was wearing? He was divorced, with no doubt all sorts of emotional baggage. And he was her neighbour, and her boss. Three very good reasons why she should keep him at arms length and have as little to do with him as possible, she reminded herself fiercely.
And washing her hair and leaving it down was all part of shedding the working day, she told herself. Shoes off, hair down, sweats on.
Except in this case it was jeans, and a pretty top, and the makeup she hadnt had time to put on first thing, because a girl had her pride.
Oh!
The knock on the door made her jump, and she swiped the blob of mascara off the side of her nose and ran downstairs, pulling the door open.
He was propped against the inside of her porch, one ankle crossed over the other, hands in his pockets and wearing a pair of jeans and a cotton shirt that looked incredibly soft. She really wanted to touch it.
He smiled at her and shrugged away from the wall, and she folded her arms and propped herself up on the door frame and tried not to grin like an idiot. So how did you get on? she asked.
Fine. He was amazing. He fixed it in two minutes, hes coming on Monday to fit a new suite and hes getting me a plasterer. And an electricians already been and fitted a temporary light, so at least I can see in the kitchen, even if I cant really use it.
Told you he was good. Any idea why it happened?
The bath trap had pulled apart. He thought the seal might have perished, but youd think the previous owner would have found that out.
She shook her head. Mrs Leggatt couldnt get upstairs.
She washed in a bowl the whole time I knew her, and she never had visitors. She used the shower downstairs before that, she said.
Did she? Well, that doesnt work, either, which might explain the bowl.
Not having much luck, are you? She shifted and smiled at him, ridiculously aware of his strong, muscled body just a foot or so away. I was going to come and see you later to find out how you got on. Ive got your suit and a little something to try and compensate for the horrendous start. Come on in.
He followed her, and she handed him the bottle and the card. Its nothing special, but I thought it might help to balance things out. He gave a quizzical smile, and shook his head slowly. Ah, Daisy, I think youve done far more than a bottle of bubbly ever could. I just cant thank you enough for today, he said softly. Youve been amazing. Bless you.
She felt her cheeks heat, and flashed him a quick smile before turning away and heading for the kitchen. It was nothing, she said, grabbing the kettle like a lifeline and shoving it under the tap. Youre welcome. To be honest, Im hugely relieved you arent a property developer or crazy DIY-er whos going to do something awful to devalue my house! Well, at least I hope youre not.
He chuckled. Well, Ill try not to, but Im not having much luck so far! This is a lovely house, though. It gives me hope for mine.
Theyve both got most of their original features. Thats really rare. I hope youre going to keep them?
Oh, definitely. That was one of the reasons I bought it. Luckily Id budgeted for the kitchen and bathroom. His mouth quirked, and she felt her heart hitch. It was ridiculous! Theyd been working together all day without a problem, but here, in the intimate setting of her kitchen
Sohows Clare now?
Fine, she said, clutching the change of topic like a lifeline. Work she could deal with. Shes settling, her blood pressures already coming down, her urine outputs up and shes feeling a lot better. And the babys doing well.
Good. For what its worth and off the record, I would have delivered her on Friday, too, looking at the notes in more detail. Just in case shed flared up at the weekend. She was lucky.
She spun round, eyes wide, and stared at him. He agreed with her? Really?
Really. You were justifiably cautious.
She felt something warm unfurling inside her, and she smiled. Thank you, she said softly.
My pleasure. Have you eaten?
No. I picked up a ready meal on the way home and Im just about to cook it, but its only enough for one or Id offer to share. Sorry.
Dont worry. I was going to take you out. I owe you dinner, remember?
She flushed again. Ben, I was joking.
Well, I wasnt, and youd be doing me a favour. Ive got no food in the house, my kitchens destroyed and Im starving. I havent eaten anything today except that sticky bun, and low blood sugar makes me grumpy.
Oh, well, we wouldnt want you grumpy, she said, going belly-up with a grin, and tried to tell herself she was only doing it as a favour to her boss and her pathetically easy submission was nothing to do with those gorgeous blue eyes, or the rippling muscles shed seen as hed pulled off his scrub top on the way through to the changing rooms after hed delivered Clare.
Nothing to do with that at all
They went to the bistro on the waterfront.
It had uninterrupted views of the sea, good food and it was close enough to walk to.
Not that they could see the sea, really, this late in the evening, but they could hear it as they walked along the prom, the soft rush of the waves surging up the shore, the suck on the shingle as the water receded, and they could smell it, the tang of salt sharp in the moist air.
I love the sea, she told him. I dont think I could live anywhere landlocked.
You want to try the Yorkshire Dales. It takes a good hour or more to get to the coast.
But its worth it when you get there, surely? Doesnt Yorkshire have lovely beaches?
Oh, yes. Gorgeous. And Lancashire, on the west coast. Its just a bit of an expedition. London wasnt any better.
Is that where youve just come from? she asked, trying not to be nosy but failing.
He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the streetlights. For my sins. How about you? Are you Yoxburgh born and bred?
No. Ive only been here two years. Ive got a friend working here, and she persuaded me to come.
Good move?
Oh, yes, for all sorts of reasons. Nice town, and the hospitals great, much nicer to work in than my previous one, andwell, further from someone I needed space from.
Now why had she brought that up? Idiot! She could see the question forming in his eyes, but she was saved from having to explain by their arrival at the restaurant, and by the time they were seated and the waiter had given them menus and water and a basket of warm, squashy bread, theyd moved on.
Thankfully.
So why obstetrics? he asked her, reaching for the bread.
I love it. Less keen on the gynae, except some of the surgerys quite interesting and technically challenging, but mostly its the babies. Making a difference, saving such vulnerable little livesIm a sucker for it. The friend I told you abouts a midwife, and I guess she influenced me a bit. You?
He shrugged. All sorts of reasons, really. My fathers a vet and my brother and I used to go out with him on calls sometimes when we were kids. We helped with the lambing and the calving, and sometimes thered be a foal, and I just loved it. And of course all the cats and dogs had litters, and we always watched them giving birth, and my mothers a midwife, so when I went into medicine it just seemed the obvious choice. My brothers an obstetrician, too, but hes a bit more focussed on his career than me. He gave a wry smile. Its been a bit difficult recently. Life sort of threw a spanner in the works.
Thats divorce for you, she said without thinking, and could have bitten her tongue off, but he just shrugged again and smiled sadly.
Yes, it is. Are you divorced?
Me? No! Single and proud of it, she lied. Well, not about the single part, because she was, profoundly, since Mike had walked away, but she wasnt proud of it. She was morewell, lonely, really, she admitted, but shed rather be single than in the situation shed been in. And for all the difference it would have made, in many ways she felt divorced. Would have been, if Mike had ever got round to asking her to marry him instead of just stringing her along for years. She scraped up a chirpy grin. Mad spinster lady, thats what I am. Didnt you notice the cat?
I thought you had to have more than one to be a mad spinster? he said softly, his eyes searching even though there was a smile teasing his lips, and she felt her heart turn over.
No! No no no no no!
Oh, well, Ive only got the one, so thats all right, then, Im not a spinster, just mad, she said lightly, and turned her attention to the menu. Fast.
Ben watched her. She was distracted, not concentrating. The menu was the right way up, but it could have been in Russian or Japanese for all the difference it would have made, he was sure. She was flusteredby him?
Interestingexcept that she was a colleague, and his neighbour, and hed just got out of one horribly messy relationship and he was in no hurry to get into another.
Even if she was the most attractive, interesting and stimulating person hed been near in what felt like decades.
He shut his menu with a snap, and her body gave a tiny little jerk, as if the sound had startled her. Im having the pan-fried sea bass, he said briskly. What about you?
Um She stared at the menu, blinked and nodded. Sounds nice, she said, and he would have laid odds she hadnt even seen the print, never mind made sense of it.
Wine?
Stupid. Utterly stupid, on a week night, with work the next day.
I could have a glass, I suppose, she said thoughtfully.
Sauvignon blanc?
She nodded, and the light from the candle caught her hair and it shimmered like rich, dark silk. He wanted to reach over and catch a strand between thumb and forefinger, wind it round his fingertip and reel her in, tugging her gently towards him until those soft, full lips were in range, and then
Are you ready to order, sir?
He straightened up, sucking in a slow, silent breath and raising an eyebrow at Daisy. Have you decided?
Ohumthe sea bass, like you? she said, saving him from the embarrassment of admitting hed forgotten everything except the shimmer of her hair and the soft sheen of her lips.
Sounds good, he said, and added the wine to the list. A couple of glasses wouldnt make any difference
That was really nice. Thank you, Ben, she said, hesitating by her front gate.
Theyd walked back side by side, fingers brushing from time to time, shoulders nudging gently. Not holding hands, but not far off it, and she wondered, just idlywell, no, not idly at all, reallyif he was going to kiss her goodnight.
Madness! Too much wine. She shouldnt have had the second glass.
My pleasure. Id offer you coffee, but the cafeti?re was in the box that jingled, he told her ruefully, and she smiled.
Ive got coffee, she told him before she could stop her mouth, and their eyes locked and he lifted his shoulders in an almost imperceptible shrug.
Coffee would be nice. Thank you.
She unlocked her door, and he followed her in, all the way through to the kitchen. It was open to the dining area, and she directed him to the table to get herself a little space.
Make yourself comfortable, she said, and switched the kettle on, glancing at the clock as she did so. Heavens, theyd been out for well over two hours. It was after eleven oclock, and she had to be on the ward tomorrow at eight. Silly. She shouldnt have invited him in. Too late, and way too dangerous.
She frowned into the freezer, searching for the coffee, and then gave up and opened a new packet. She had no idea how long the other one had been open and her mind didnt seem to want to work it out.
Black or white, and hot or cold milk? she asked, sloshing hot water into the cafeti?re to warm it.
Black, one sugar, he said.
Of course. That was how hed had it in the bistro, although hed had a latte in the hospital that morning. Heavens. Was it only that morning? It seemed aeons ago!
Her thoughts miles away, she picked up the tray and found herself heading automatically to the sitting room at the front of the house. Shed meant to put it down on the dining table, but before she could change tack hed stood up and was following. Damn! It would be too cosy in there, much too intimate, and the wine was fogging her brain.
The wine, and the company
Oh, this rooms lovely, Daisy, he said warmly as she put the coffee down, and she felt herself glow with his praise.
Thanks. Do you want some music on?
Shall I? He was crouching down in front of her iPod dock without waiting for an answer, scrolling through her music collection, making himself at home. He put on something soft and romantic, and she could hardly tell him she didnt like it, as it was her music. And shed sat down already, so it was impossible to choose the other sofa when he sat at the other end of hers, a perfectly respectable distance from her and yet just close enough that her nose could pick up the scent of that citrusy cologne hed been wearing this morning.
It had been teasing her nostrils all evening, and she could have leant against him and breathed him in.
Except that it wouldnt make any sense at all, and if she knew what was good for her shed drink her coffee and send him on his way.
Except it didnt quite work like that.
They talked and laughed until long after the coffee was finished, and then finally he sighed and got to his feet.
I ought to go.
Yes, you should, she said, and stood up, but shed kicked off her shoes and she tripped on one and he caught her, his hands strong and steady on her arms.
OK? he murmured, and she lifted her head and met his eyes and everything seemed to stop dead.
Her heart, her lungs, the clockeverything froze in that moment, and then as if someone had thrown a switch and set him free, he bent his head, so slowly that she had all the time in the world to move away, and touched his lips to hers.
She sighed his name, her heart kicking back into life like a wild thing, and then his arms were sliding round her and he was kissing her properly.
Improperly?
He tasted of coffee and after dinner mints, his tongue bold and persuasive, coaxing her, leading her, then retreating, making her follow.
She was putty in his hands, all her senses short-circuited by the gentle, rhythmic stroke of his tongue, the soft brush of his lips, the warm whisper of his breath over her face as he sipped and touched and lingered.
If hed led her upstairs, she would have followed, but he didnt. Instead he lifted his head and rested his chin on her hair and cradled her gently against his chest.
I really ought to go, he said again, but his voice was gruff this time, the soft Yorkshire burr teasing her senses, and his arms stayed wrapped around her.
She lay there another moment listening to the steady, insistent thud of his heart against her ear, and then reluctantly she dropped her arms from round his waist and stepped back.
Yes, you should. Thank you for taking me out. You really didnt need to, but it was lovely. I really enjoyed it.
So did I. Id like to do it again, but Im not sure if thats wise. We work together, we live next door. It could get messy.
She nodded, struggling against an inexplicable urge to cry. Yeah. Lousy idea. And he was divorced. She didnt do that. Didnt do anything. Not any more.
He took a step towards the door, then turned back, his eyes lingering on her face. Thank you for everything today. Youve been amazing.
She tried to smile. Any time.
He lifted a hand and his knuckles grazed her cheek tenderly. Goodnight, Daisy. Sleep well. Ill see you tomorrow.
She nodded. She couldnt speak, because for some ridiculous reason she was on the verge of tears, and as if he knew that, he gave a sad, fleeting little smile and let himself out.
CHAPTER THREE
WORKWISE, Tuesday was a day like any other.
On a personal level, Daisy thought she was going to go out of her mind. Shed hardly slept, and by the time she arrived on the ward, shed convinced herself that working with Ben was going to be impossible.
In fact, it was easy.
He greeted her with a smile, and if it hadnt been for the lingering heat in his eyes, she wouldnt have known anything had happened between them. It was just business as usual.
No cosy coffees today, just the normal routine of a busy surgical list, including an elective Caesarean on a woman with an old spinal injury who had to have a general anaesthetic rather than an epidural. It was a good chance for him to see what she could do, and he could talk her through it without worrying the patient or her partner.
Although, in fact, he hardly said anything, just nodded reassurance and made the odd suggestion, and then stripped off his gloves and walked out. Youre doing fine. You close, Im going to get a coffee. Bit of a late night.
Evil man. Thank God for a mask she could hide her smile behind, and the scrub nurse and anaesthetist deep in conversation about another colleague.
She finished, stripped off her gloves and went out to the staffroom, to find him pouring another coffee and holding it out to her as she approached.
Nice, he said. Good hands. You remind me of my father.
Is that a good thing? she asked, not sure she was flattered.
It is if youre a good vet.
Like James Herriot? All stone barns and stroppy farmers?
He chuckled. Things have moved on since the forties. Youve got the makings of an excellent surgeon, though.
Just dont get me delivering calves.
The silly banter was just what she needed to take her mind off what had happened last nightor not happened. Except of course the tension between them was still there, the incredible sexual chemistry striking sparks off her every time she was within twenty feet of him. And of all the people for it to happen with
Hey, its OK, he murmured softly, as if he realised, and then the anaesthetist stuck his head round the door and gave them the thumbs up.
Shes round, shes fine. Ready for the next?
He got to his feet and went to scrub, and when shed drained her coffee she joined him and the awkward, sensitive moment was gone.
For now.
Ben closed the front door behind him, rolled his neck and cradled it in his palm, massaging the tight muscles.
Hed been operating most of the day, and on top of lugging boxes all weekend, it was getting to him. Not forgetting lying awake thinking about Daisy all night.
He groaned and shut his eyes. He really, really didnt need to think about that. It had been difficult enough having to work alongside her all day without coming home and fantasising about her all evening as well.
He put the kettle on, rang the plumber back about the electrician and the plasterer, and made himself a cup of tea. Hed just dropped into a chair in his sitting room to drink it when his mobile rang.
So hows the new house?
He gave a slightly strangled laugh and looked around at the hideous 1970s wallpaper and the dangling paper on the ceiling. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was the trashed kitchen. Lets just say its got potential.
Oops.
Yeah. The bath waste wasnt properly connected.
And?
I dont have a kitchen ceiling now.
OK His brother was stifling a laugh, he could tell, and he could feel his own lips twitch.
You ought to come up and see it.
Matt didnt bother to stifle the laugh then. You have to be kidding. Youll have me stripping wallpaper and pulling out kitchen units before Ive taken my coat off, he said drily, and then added, So, hows the job? Any good?
Yes, very good. The SpRs a bit of an old woman, but the registrars excellent. Good team.
And your neighbours? Met them yet?
Ahyes. Actually, the registrars my neighbour. Shes in the other half.
Is she, now?
Ben closed his eyes and leant back. Yes, she is. And she was very helpful about the leak. I took her out for dinner to say thank you, he added rashly, and he heard Matts curiosity crank up a notch.
And?
And nothing.
Matt was laughing. Oh, come on, bro, I know you better than that. I thought you were sounding pretty chipper. So lets have it. Whats her name?
Daisy.
Daisy! What kind of a name is that?
Dont mock, youre only jealous.
Ooh, defensivethats interesting! So whats she like?
Average height, curvy, long dark hair, green eyes, sexy mouth
Really? How sexy?
Damn. He sighed and shut his eyes. Didnt mean to say that.
He heard a low chuckle. Ill bet. How sexy?
He gave up. She kisses like a goddess, he admitted, and there was a second of startled silence on the other end.
Then, When did you meet her?
Yesterday.
And you know how she kisses? Already? Sheesh, thats fast work! And shes a colleague? Youre normally much more circumspect. She must have really lit a fire under you.
Oh, yes. For all the good itd do. Its not going anywhere. You know Im not in the market for a relationship, Matt, any more than you are.
So whos talking about a relationship? Matt asked with his usual bluntness, and he sighed again.
Shes a nice girl, not someone you take to bed for the hell of it.
I thought you grew out of that years ago.
Yeah, well, I nearly forgot.
Matt blew out his breath. It must have been some kiss. He sounded incredulous, and Ben ran a hand round the back of his neck and sighed.
Yeah. Big mistake, kissing her. Weuhwe got a bit swept along on the moment, and we shouldnt have done. I should have had more sense, and I know its crazy, and I keep telling myself it cant go anywhere, buthell, I was so tempted to stay, Matt. I was that close
He heard her front door shut, and shook his head to clear it. Look, Ive got to go, shes home now and these walls arent exactly soundproof. I think Im going round there to talk to hertell her why it cant ever go anywhere before she gets ideas.
Are you sure it cant? Matt prompted, his voice soft. Maybe its time to move onfind some time for yourself.
And because he wanted it to be otherwise, because he was blown away by Daisy and wanted to be able to follow through but knew he couldntor wouldntBen bit back.
I dont see you moving on with your life, he said, and he heard Matt suck in his breath again.
Back off, he warned softly.
Sorry, ignore me. Well, no, dont ignore me. Come up here and stay for a few days. It would be really good to see you and I promise I wont make you strip wallpaper.
I dont believe a word of it, but I might come anyway, just to get a look at this Daisy. Good luck with her. Ill look forward to meeting her one day.
The line went dead, and he stood up and went out to the kitchen with his mug. Hed give Daisy a few minutes to change and feed the cat, and then hed go round there.
And stop this thing in its tracks.
She wanted a bath. Shed wanted a bath since Sunday night, and nothing that had happened in the meantime had changed that.
She stared at it, sitting there taunting her with its promise of gentle, lapping water and utter relaxation. She still hadnt unpacked from the weekend, there was washing waiting to go in the machine, and
Oh, damn it, she said, and turned on the taps, poured in a generous dollop of bubble bath, and while the delectably indulgent Victorian claw-foot bath filled with water, she put on some music, turned down the lights and lit a scented candle, then dropped her clothes into the laundry basket, stepped into the bath and slid under the bubbles.
Oh, yes, she groaned. Bliss.
Except she was twitchy. She could hear Ben moving around next door, unpacking probably. He was going to come round, she just knew it, and catching her in the bath really wouldnt help. Shed have to run down to the front door looking like a drowned rat, and what little was left of her pride would go straight out of the window.
She rinsed her hair in clean water, dragged herself reluctantly out of the bath, dried and picked up her dressing gown. It still had a tea stain all the way down the front, and there was no way she could wear it again until it had been washed. She really had to do her laundry.
She contemplated her baggy old sweats, and then put on jeans and last nights top, because she just had a feeling hed be round. No reason. He hadnt said he would, but better to be prepared. And she resisted the urge to change the top for one he hadnt seen.
Shed dry her hair, and put on a touch of makeupjust a flick of mascara and some concealer under her eyes to hide the bags, because two nights without sleep showed on her fair skinand then shed unpack and tidy her room.
Not that she needed to worry about Ben seeing it, anyway, she thought with irony as she dabbed on the concealer. Hed been the one to walk away, while shed been teetering on the brink.
And in any case, what on earth was she thinking? She didnt want him in her bedroom! There was no way she was getting involved with another divorced man, because she was still dealing with the devastating emotional fallout from the last one. And he was her boss! And her neighbour!
Huge great big fat no, Daisy, she said firmly, and picked up her mascara.
She heard him run downstairs, then the sound of his door closing. A moment later, there was a knock on her own door, and even though shed tried to convince herself it was the last thing she wanted, her heart raced with anticipation and her hands started to shake.
She put the mascara down before she could poke her eye out, went downstairs and opened the door.
He had flowers. A huge bunch of pure white longiflorum lilies, the scent astonishing, and he held them out to her.
Are you trying to soften me up or is this a peace offering for trying to take advantage of my innocence? she asked, taking them from him warily, and he felt his mouth kick up in a wry smile. If hed wanted to take advantage of her innocence, he wouldnt have had to try very hard, shed been with him every step of the way
Neither. I thought theyd mask the smell of damp plaster clinging to me.
She gave a disbelieving little laugh and walked off, and he followed her through the door shed left openpresumably for himto the kitchen. She was putting the flowers in a tall vase and fiddling with them, pulling off leaves, trying to arrange the stubborn stems, and he could tell she was nervous.
Why? In case he tried anything again? No way. She was safe on that front, at least.
Have you eaten? he asked, and she felt her brow crease in a little frown.
No. Not yet. I was going to have that ready meal. Dont ask me out again, Ben, please, dont ask me out.
Can I change your mind? I thought maybe we could find a pub somewhere, grab something to eat and have a chat.
Her stomach fluttered, and she squashed the quiver of anticipation ruthlessly. I dont really want to go out. I could do with an early night, to be honest, she lied, and jammed another lily stem into the vase.
He watched her thoughtfully. Is that, Ben, sling your hook, or I dont want to go out but we could have a takeaway? he asked, trying to read her body language.
She gave up on arranging the flowers and dumped the vase in the middle of the dining table. Neither. Ben, why are you here? she asked a little desperately.
He propped himself up against the table next to her, hands thrust into his trouser pockets, and sighed quietly.
I think we need to talk about what happened last night.
Nothing happened last night.
His laugh was low and mocking. Get real, Daisy. We were that close. He held up his hand, his thumb and forefinger almost touching, and she felt heat pooling in her at the memory.
She made herself meet his eyes, and then regretted it, because they were glittering with an intensity that should have terrified her.
It did terrify her.
She looked away. Well, spit it out, then, because youve obviously got something to get off your chest, she said briskly, and she felt the huff of his quiet laugh against her cheek.
Itscomplicated.
She gave a derisive snort and straightened one of the lily stems. The last man to say that told me he was going back to his wife and family, she said drily, and he found himself wondering about the bastard whod hurt her.
Im not going to say that, exactly.
She felt relief try and break free, but sensed it was a little early and squashed it. And that exactly was hanging in the air like an unexploded bomb. So what are you saying, exactly? she prompted. That youre my boss and its a bad idea? Youre divorced? Were neighbours? Ive already worked all that out, and I absolutely agree.
I have a daughter, he said, dropping the bombshell of all bombshells without preamble. Shes nearly three, and shes called Florence. Thats why Im here, why Im in Yoxburgh. My ex moved back to be near her family and friends, and Ive followed.
Here we go again, she thought, and her heart sank. Because you want to get back with her and she wont play ball?
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When a messy divorce leaves Ben Walkers young daughter distraught, she automatically takes priority over his love-life. But little Florence finds bubbly colleague and girl-next-door Daisy Fuller as lovable as Ben does! Perhaps together they can persuade Daisy to open her heart againto two people wholl cherish her for ever! The Fiance He Cant Forget Seeing ex-fiance Amy at his brothers wedding throws Matt Walkers world dangerously off-balance. Their relationship imploded years ago, but hes never got her out of his head and neither can resist a one-night-only reunion! But Matt wants a lifetime by Amys side, not a night, and a pregnancy bombshell gives him the chance to prove it The Legendary Walker Doctors finally find the women who can live up to their dreams!
About the Author
CAROLINE ANDERSON has the mind of a butterfly. Shes been a nurse, a secretary, a teacher, run her own soft-furnishing business, and now shes settled on writing. She says, I was looking for that elusive something. I finally realised it was variety, and now I have it in abundance. Every book brings new horizons and new friends, and in between books I have learned to be a juggler. My teacher husband John and I have two beautiful and talented daughters, Sarah and Hannah, umpteen pets, and several acres of Suffolk that nature tries to reclaim every time we turn our backs! Caroline also writes for Mills & Boon
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When I was asked to write a duet of two closely linked books, I thought How close can people be? And the answer? Identical twins who are both gorgeous guys and amazing doctorsmy LEGENDARY WALKER DOCTORS. But theyre not just normal twins, but twins whod shared the same amniotic sac, whod been in touch with each other from the first moment and who now, 34 years later, were still very close emotionally and in their working lives. You really cant get closer than thatand for both Ben and Matt, their journeys have been paved with tragedy and pain.
But then Ben moves to Yoxburgh, where Daisy and Amy, dear friends and colleagues, are waiting in the wings.
Ben has a daughter, little Florence, who is the centre of his worlduntil he meets Daisy. He just has to find a way for both of them to trust again, so together they can give Florence the family they all long for in TEMPTED BY DR DAISY.
For Matt and Amy, the past is so painful they cant bear to go there again, but when Ben and Daisy fall in love, her best friend and his twin are brought together again and circumstances conspire to force them to face their past and deal with the loss that drove them apart in THE FIANCE HE CANT FORGET.
Writing their stories was heart-wrenching but wonderful, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed coaxing them along each step of the way.
With love,
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CHAPTER ONE
SHE could hear water running.
Her new neighbour, whoever he might be, was up and about already. Well, she hoped hed slept better than she had, she thought grumpily. Hed kept her awake until midnight moving things, and the cat deciding she was hungry at five thirty really didnt help.
To be fair, he hadnt been that noisy, but she wasnt feeling fair after another hen weekend, and another of her friends settling down to matrimonial bliss. That left her and Amy, but she couldnt see Amy letting anyone close, and as for herwell, where were all the decent single men without a ton of emotional baggage? Not in Yoxburgh, that was for sure, and even if they were, she wasnt sure she was quite ready to dip her toe in that particular pond again.
She fed Tabitha, made herself a cup of tea and went out to the conservatory. Dawn was breaking, the sky washed pale pink above the rooftops to the east, and she curled up on a chair overlooking her pretty little garden, pressed the mental reset button and let herself come to slowly.
It was her favourite time of the day, before the rest of the world got up, and she cradled her mug in her hands, snuggled further down into the chair and listened to the sounds of the glorious spring morning.
The birds were singing, and she could hear boards creaking next door, more of those masculine footsteps running down the stairs, a muffled exclamationand an almighty crash that sent Tabitha fleeing for the hills and made Daisy spill her tea.
Oops! she murmured, trying to tune out the mans voice as she blotted uselessly at her dressing gown, but it was hard to ignore. What on earth had he done? Something pretty drastic, judging by the expletives seeping through the thin party wall.
And then there was silence.
Are you OK? she called warilyalthough she didnt really need to raise her voice.
Umyeah. Sort of, he replied, his voice muffled by the wall. Sorry. Minor crisis.
Anything I can do?
A despairing laugh, then, Not unless youre a plumber.
She heard footsteps striding down the hall, then a door opening, and a knock at her front door.
She opened it, and her mouth sagged. Wow, he was
Well, he was many things. Tall. Broad. Gorgeous. Young enough to be interesting, old enough to have something about him. And there was plenty about him. He was covered in filthy, sodden debris, his suit drenched and splattered, his hair full of bits of stuff, his once-white shirt a dirty, streaky grey. In the striking, really rather fabulous blue eyes lurked a hint of irony that made her smile.
Then the eyes tracked down her dressing gown and stopped on the huge tea-stain. What happened to you? he asked incredulously, and she gave a stunned little laugh.
I thought that was my line, she said, trying not to laugh any more because it really, really wasnt funny, but his mouth quirked.
Ah. My ceiling came down, he explained unnecessarily, and Daisy had to bite her lip. To her surprise his eyes creased in a smile.
Sorry about the noise. And the language. Im Ben, by the way, he said, holding out his hand, then withdrawing it and wiping it on his trousers, scanning it before offering it again. She took it, noting that as well as being a little wet and gritty, it was warm and firm. Strong.
And his voicea hint of something that could have been Yorkshire? A little gruff. A little blunt. And a lot sexy.
Daisy, she said, and let herself smile properly. Welcome to Rivenhall Villas. May it get better.
He gave a slightly desperate laugh and closed his eyes, dragging his hand over his face and smearing the dirt into it. A streak of blood joined the dirt, welling slowly from a thin cut over his eyebrow.
I can only hope. I dont suppose you know a plumber?
She tightened the belt of her saturated dressing gown, hopped over the low fence between the diamond-patterned paths and peered down his hall at a scene of utter devastation. His kitchen had disappeared under a sea of sodden lime plaster and broken laths, and there was a slow, steady drip from a dangling lump of ceiling. The rush, she sensed, was over, but
Just a plumber? she murmured thoughtfully, and behind her she heard another wry laugh.
A plumber would be a pretty good start. An electrician might be a handy second, that lights hanging at a jaunty angle. And a plasterer, perhaps?
Mmm. It seems to have stopped, though.
Yeah. I reckon it was the waste. Id just had a bath.
Ah. Very likely, then. I tell you what, she said, turning back to him and finding him right behind her. She took a step back, and a nice deep breath, because under the plaster filth and the wet dog smell coming off his suit was the lingering remains of some seriously interesting aftershave. Citrusy, with a touch of amber
You were about to tell me something, he prompted, and she collected herself.
Umyes. Why dont I throw on some clothes and come and help you clear up? Ive got an hour before I have to leave for work. And a nice long shower planned, but she could feel that going out of the window rapidly.
Lucky you. I have to leave now. Lets face it, it cant get any worse, but I cant do anything about it and Ive got bigger fish to fry. Its my first day in a new job, I dont have another suit or any way of getting the filth out of my hair, and theres no way Im turning a tap on! I guess Ill just have to make do with spitting on a handkerchief.
Obviously he hadnt looked in a mirror yet.
This is going to take more than spitting on a hankie to sort out, she said drily. And youve got a cut over your left eye. Do you have another shirt?
He fingered his eyebrow gingerly and nodded. And trousers and a jacket, but not the power suit, sadly.
Cant help you there, she said, giving up all hope of starting her day with any kind of normality. However, I do have a shower. Why dont you grab some clean stuff and sort yourself out while I find you a plumber?
Really?
Really. Find your clothes, Ill get dressed and I can make a start on the clean-up, too. I have a vacuum thats very good for sucking up spills.
Spills? He choked on a laugh, and the smile that crinkled his eyes made her stomach turn over. Theres a bathful of water on that floor.
No problem. It can cope. Ill just have to empty it lotsif I can find the sink.
He frowned. Daisy, are you sure? Its a hell of an imposition.
Well, at least he realised it. Her morning was running away with her, but she couldnt just leave him like this. She found a smilenot as hard as shed thought, because those eyes were really quite
I thought you were in a hurry? she said, and squeezed past him, hopped over the fence and ran upstairs, dragged on her gardening clothes, put a towel in the bathroom for him and had just hauled the vacuum up from the cellar as he appeared at her door.
Look, you really dont have to clean up
Dont be silly, its nothing. Bathrooms at the top of the stairs, straight ahead of you. Ive put you out a towel on the side of the bath and the plumbers calling me back.
He didnt believe it.
He should. Things like this seemed to happen to him these days. He tipped his head forwards so it was under the stream of hot water and let out a tired, frustrated sigh. Hed known moving into the house before it was fixed was rash, butthis rash?
Thank God for Daisy. The shower was bliss. He could have stood there all day under the streaming hot water, but he didnt have time. He borrowed some of her shampoo and washed the filth out of his hair, and discovered some interesting lumps and bumps on his scalp. The cut over his eyebrow was stinging, too. Damn. He sluiced the grit and grime off his body, gave himself a very hasty rub-down with Daisys borrowed towel, then dressed in record time, scowled at the cut on his eyebrow, frowned at a mark on his shoes that wouldnt shift and gave up.
There was nothing more he could do. Nothing he had time to do. His ruined suit was lying in a soggy heap in the bottom of Daisys pristine and rather beautiful bath, and he left it there. Hed sort everything out with her later, once hed got today out of the way.
He could hear the vacuum going next door, sucking up the water. Bless her heart. Of all the daysand of all the neighbours, he thought with a bemused smile. What a star.
A small black cat with huge ears and brilliant green eyes watched him disdainfully through the banisters as he went downstairs. He stretched out a hand to her, and after a second she turned away, and he carried on down with a wry chuckle, dismissed.
He hopped over the pointless but decorative little fence and went into his house, to find Daisy in the middle of the kitchen somehow bringing order to the chaos. The water was largely gone, and she was shoving debris to the side with a broom.
Daisy, you dont have to do that! Ill clear it up later.
Im nearly done. Ive cleared the rubble off the boxes to give them a chance to dry out. I think you might have lost some crockery or glassesthat one tinkled a bit.
He shrugged. Glasses he could live without. At least he was alive. He fingered the cut again, and she peered at it.
You need a plaster on that.
He shrugged again. No idea where they are, but Im sure Ill live. I dont suppose youve heard from the plumber, have you?
No, not yet. Take my mobile number and give me a missed call, and Ill send you a text when I hear from him.
He keyed it in, then slid the phone back into his pocket and ran a hand through his damp hair. Look, Im sorry, Ive left my suit in your bath, but I have to go now. Ill deal with it later, and all of this. You dont have to do any more
Go. Im nearly done. Ill see you later. Can I just drop the door shut on the latch?
Thats fine. Thank you so much. I owe you, bigtime.
Too right. Ill expect a slap-up dinner at the least, she said drily, swiping an armful of soggy plaster rubble off the worktop onto the filthy floor.
Consider it done.
She flashed a smile at him, a streak of dirt on her cheek giving her the impish, mischievous look of a little girl having way too much funand he didnt really want to start thinking about Daisy having fun, because it was a long, long time since hed had fun with a woman, and for all she might look fleetingly like the little girl shed once been, there was nothing but woman under those clothes. And he was taking her out to dinner?
He cleared his throat, nodded curtly and went.
Phew.
Daisy straightened up, blew the hair back out of her eyes and looked around. Utter chaos, but at least it was organised chaos now. The rubble was swept into a heap, the boxes had been blotted dry and the water sucked upand she was going to be late for work, today of all days!
She fled, grabbing the quickest shower on record and dragging on her clothes. Her hair would have to do, she decided, pulling it back and doubling it into a loose bun in an elastic band. No time for makeup. No time for anything, and the new consultant was starting today.
Great start, she thought. Please God he wasnt an arrogant snobor a tedious box-ticker. One of them on the team was more than enough. She ran to the car, paused in the street to shut her garden gates and headed for the hospital.
On the way she took a call from the plumber, then dropped Bens suit into the cleaners in the hospital reception area, instructing them to be careful. Shed seen the label, and it had made her wince.
Then she legged it for the ward.
By the time she got there, people were clustered around the nursing station. She could see a mans head slightly above the rest, hear a quiet voice giving some kind of team-leading chat, and her heart sank. Damn. He was here already, doing the meet and greet. So much for making a good impression.
Evan Jones, the specialist registrar, gave the ward clock a pointed look as she squeezed into the group.
Sorry Im she began a little breathlessly, and then stopped in her tracks as the man turned and met her eyes, and if she hadnt been so busy staring at him in shock she would have missed the quickly masked flicker of surprise.
Mr Walker, this is Dr Fuller, Evan said, sounding and looking unimpressed, but Bens professional smile did something utterly different in his eyes, and he brushed Evan smoothly aside.
Yes, weve met. Dr Fullers very kindly been doing something for me, he explained, cutting him off at the knees, and then turned back to her. Any joy?
Still shocked, running on autopilot and ready to fall in love with him for saving her from another tedious lecture, she nodded. Yes, its sorted, she told him without missing a beat. Hed found a plaster, she thought, staring at the cut above his eyebrow, but apart from that youd never know how his day had started. He looked cool, calm and in controlmore than she was.
Thank you. I dont think youve missed much, he said with a wry smile, then he looked back at the group. As I was saying, Im looking forward to working with you all, and I hope youll forgive me when I ask silly, irritating questions and dont know where things are or how theyre done here. Ill do my best to make this transition as painless as possible, if youll just bear with me, and if youve got anything you want to talk about, my doors always open, so to speak.
He smiled at them all. Right, thats it, everybody. I know youve all got plenty to do, so I wont hold you up. Dr Jones, rather than keep you from our patients any longer, why dont I get Dr Fuller to show me round? I need to speak to her anyway, so she might as well give me a quick tour and Ill introduce myself to her properly, then I suggest we meet for coffee at nine thirty, if thats all right, and you can fill me in on anything she might have missed and show me the department in detail. Any problems with that, either of you?
Evan looked a bit startled, but conceded with a stiff little nod. No, you go ahead, Mr Walker. Im sure Dr Fuller can tell you everything you need to know. I dont really have time, anyway. There are some patients I need to see urgently.
Clare Griffiths, she said, worrying about her as she had been all weekend. Hows she doing?
Ive seen her already. Dont worry, I can manage without you, he said dismissively, and Ben frowned. He didnt like the sound of that at all. In fact, he was beginning not to like Evan Jones
Fine. Well catch up with you later, he said, and without pausing for breath, he ushered Daisy towards the doors.
Doing something for you? she muttered under her breath, and his laugh, low and soft and inaudible except to her whispered over her nerve endings and made her shiver.
She gulped as he swiped his ID over the sensor and pushed the door open for her.
Well, you were, it wasnt a lie. OK, first things first. I want you to fill me in on everything there is to know about the department and its politicsstarting with the location of the nearest decent coffee. His mouth tipped into a wry grin. Breakfast was unexpectedly cancelled.
She had a vision of him covered in his ceiling, and grinned back. Indeed. Full English, Mr Walker, or would you rather have something sweet and sinful?
His eyes flared slightly, and for a second her breath hitched in her throat. Oh, I think sweet and sinful sounds rather promising, Dr Daisy, dont you? he murmured, and followed her out of the ward while she tried to remember how to breathe.
Sothe plumbers coming at seven? Ben said as they sat down with huge mugs of coffee and wickedly sticky bunssweet and sinful, shed said, and he had to try very, very hard to keep his thoughts on track as he watched her bite into hers. Is that seven today or in three years time?
No, today, she said with a laugh, taking down her hair and twisting it back up again into a knot. Pity. He preferred it down. It looked soft, silky, and he could almost imagine sifting the long, dark strands through his fingers
He stirred his coffee for something safe to do with his hands and dragged his mind back in line again. So how come hes available this quickly? Usually if a tradesmans any good, you have to wait weeks. Do you know him?
She nodded. Yes. Hes doing it as a favour to me, and he is good. He refitted my bathroom for me.
Ah. Yes. Your lovely bathroom. Im afraid I left it in a horrendous mess.
Dont worry, its fine, Ill deal with it later.
So did he charge a fortune, or did your landlord pay?
Landlord? I dont have a landlord, she said ruefully. Its my house, and he was very reasonable, as plumbers go.
Youre buying it alone? he added, fishing, although it was none of his business and utterly irrelevant, he told himself firmly. He was not interested.
She nodded and pulled a face. Although sometimes I wonder how I got myself in this situation. I must be mad. I wanted my own house because I was fed up with unscrupulous landlords but Im not quite convinced Im really grown up enough!
Oh, he was sure she was. She was certainly grown up enough to satisfy his frankly adolescent fantasies, he thought. She was biting into the sticky bun again and it was giving him heart failure watching her lick her lips.
And they were colleagues and neighbours? Sheesh, he thought, and was hauling his mind back to work when she spoke again.
So how about you? she asked, her clear green eyes studying him curiously. I mean, youre a consultant, so clearly youre old enough to have a house, butwell, without being rude, whats a consultant doing buying a run-down little semi in a place like Yoxburgh?
Good questionand one he had no intention of answering, but at least it had dragged his mind out of the gutter. Whats wrong with Yoxburgh?
She shrugged. Nothing. I love it. Its got the best of both worldsgood hospital, nice community, the sea, the countrysideits a lovely town.
Exactly. So why should I be flawed for wanting to be here? he asked, curious himself and trying to divert attention back to her and off his personal life.
Oh, no reason. Its not Yoxburgh, really. It was justI would have expected you to have a better house. Bigger. More in keeping She trailed to a halt, as if she felt shed overstepped the markwhich she probably had, but shed rescued him before six oclock in the morning without batting an eyelid, lent him her shower, cleared up his mess, got him a plumber
Im divorced, he admitted softly, surprising himself that he was giving so much away to her, and yet oddly knowing it was safe to do so. And it might be modest, but the house suits my needs perfectlyor it will, when the plumbers been and Ive thrown a whole lot of money at it. Besides, maybe I dont want to live in anything flashy and ostentatiousmore in keeping, he added, making little air quotes with his fingers.
She coloured slightly, her thoughts chasing each other transparently through her eyes, and he had to stifle a smile as she gathered herself up and sucked in a breath.
Sorry. None of my business, she said hastily. And talking of suits, I dropped yours into the dry cleaners in the main reception on the way in, and itll be ready at fiveand before you panic, I told them to take good care of it.
Chasing brownie points, Daisy? he murmured, and she laughed.
Hardly. I didnt know who you were then. Im just a nice person.
You are, arent you?
Not that nice. Ive still got my eye on dinner, she said with a teasing grin that diverted the blood from his brain, and he wondered how the hell he was going to keep this sudden and unwanted attraction in its box.
With huge difficulty. Damn.
He turned his attention back to his coffee, and then she said quietly, Thanks for covering for me so smoothly, by the way. Evans a stickler for punctuality, and he was getting all ready to flay me later.
It was the least I could do. I was hardly going to throw you to the wolves for bailing me outliterally! And Evan doesnt strike me as the friendliest of characters. He was pretty dismissive when you asked about that patient.
A flicker of what could have been worry showed in her eyes. Oh, hes OK really. He can come over as a patronising jerk, but hes a good doctor. Hes just a bit miffed that you got the job, I think. He was advised to apply for it, and I reckon he thought it was a shoo-in.
And then they had to advertise it by law, and I applied. And with all due respect to Evan, I would imagine my CV knocks spots off his.
Exactly. So he wont welcome you with open arms, but you should be able to rely on him.
He gave a choked laugh. Well, thats good to know.
Her mouth twitched, and those mischievous green eyes were twinkling at him again. So, I hope youve got some good ideas about what I was supposedly doing for you?
He leant back in his chair and met her eyes with a twinkle of his own. Oh, lets say finding me some statistics on twins on the antenatal list. That should cover it. Anyway, I thought it was pretty good for a spur-of-the-moment thing. Sorry if it sounded a bit patronising, but I thought it was better than explaining Id already had a shower in your bathroom, he said softly, and then felt his legs disintegrate when a soft wash of colour touched her cheeks.
He cleared his throat.
Tell me about Yoxburgh Park Hospital, he suggested hastily, and she collected herself and gave a tiny shrug.
Its old and new, its on the site of the old lunatic asylum
How delightfully politically incorrect, he said drily, and she chuckled.
Isnt it? Nearly as politically incorrect as locking up fifteen-year-old girls because their fathers or brothers had got them knocked up and if they were put away here for life then the family could pretend theyd gone mad and carry on as normal.
Lovely.
It was. It was a workhouse, really, and the pauper lunatic label was just a way of covering up what they were doing, apparently. I mean, whos going to go near a lunatic asylum? You might end up inside, and so they got away with murder, literally. But life was cheap then, wasnt it?
So was building, which I guess is why the old Victorian part is so magnificent.
Oh, absolutely, and the other plus side is that because they wanted it isolated, weve got glorious parkland all around us, tons of parking and plenty of room to expand. The locals have access to it for recreation, we have a lovely outlookit couldnt be better, and the hospitals great. Quite a few areas of it are brand new and state of the art, like the maternity wing, and its earning an excellent reputation. Weve got a bit of everything, but its still small enough to be friendly and its a good place to work. Everybody knows everybody.
Is that necessarily a good thing?
She gave a wry smile. Not always. You wait till they find out were neighbours, for instance.
You think they will?
She laughed. I give it three daysmaybe less.
Oh, that laugh! Musical, infectiousit was going to kill him. And then she flicked the tip of her tongue out and licked the icing off her lips, and his eyes zeroed in on them and locked.
Soguided tour? he suggested hastily, because if he had to sit there opposite her for very many more minutes, he was going to have to strap his hands down by his sides to stop himself reaching out and lifting that tiny smear of icing off the corner of her mouth with his fingertip.
Sure. Where do you want to start?
Maternity Outpatients? he suggested wryly. Then you can ask about the twins, so its not a lie, and theres an antenatal clinic with my name on it later today, so
Im told, and it would look better if I could find it. His eyes twinkled. Cant have me turning up late, clearly. Evan would have a field day with it.
CHAPTER TWO
IT WAS a hectic day, with very little time to think about her new boss and neighbour.
She took Ben for a quick walk through the hospitalthe antenatal clinic, as theyd discussed, and other key areas that he might need to visit as well as the location of the dry cleaners, and then armed with the twin statistics she took him back to the maternity unit and gave him a lightning tour of the departmentthe gynae, antenatal and postnatal wards, the labour ward, the theatre suite, SCBU as well, just for information, and then handed him over to Evan Jones on the dot of nine thirty and went back to the gynae ward to check her patients from last week. She had three to discharge before the afternoon antenatal clinic, then it was back to the antenatal ward and the young first-time mum with pre-eclampsia that shed been worrying about.
Evan had said hed already looked at her, but she wanted to see with her own eyes, and she was glad she did. Clare wasnt looking so great. Her blood pressure was up, her feet and hands were more swollen and she was complaining of a slight headache.
Daisy had thought they should deliver her on Friday, Evan had wanted to give her longer for the sake of the baby. Hed won. And now it was looking as if it might have been the wrong thing to do.
Right, I want you much quieter, she told her softly, perching on the bed and taking Clares hand. I guess youve had a bit of a busy weekend, and were going to have to slow things down for you and make you rest much more. So the tellys going, the visits are down to hubby only, once a day, and I really want you to sleep, OK?
I cant. Im too scared.
You dont need to be scared. Were taking good care of you, and all you need to do is relax, Clare. I know its hard, but you just have to try and find that quiet place and let go, OK? Try for me?
She nodded, rested her head back and closed her eyes.
Good girl. Well keep a close eye on you, and Im tweaking your drugs a bit, and you should feel better soon. If anything changes or you feel unwell, press the bell, and I dont want you out of bed for anything. OK?
Clare nodded again, and Daisy left the room, closing the door silently behind her, and was repositioning the Quiet, Please sign more prominently when she became aware of someone behind her.
Is this the woman you were concerned about? he said softly.
YesClare Griffiths. Shes got pre-eclampsia. Daisys voice was a quiet murmur. Actually, can I have a word with you about her?
Sure.
They walked away from the door, and Daisy filled him in. I dont know if shes OK to leave. I was going to order another ultrasound. Shes only 32 weeks, and Evan wants the baby to have as long as possible, so Ive told her not to move a muscle, to close her eyes and rest, but its easy to say and much harder to do, and today her hands and feet are more swollen and shes complaining of a headache. Shes got a urinary catheter and were monitoring her fluid balance.
Are those the notes?
She handed him the file, and he scanned through it, and met her eyes. Gut feeling?
I think were going to end up delivering her today. She bit her lip. I wanted to do it on Friday, but Evan
Evan wanted to wait. And you disagreed. He said something about that.
She frowned. What?
Oh, just the implication that you were over-cautious.
Daisy shrugged, disappointed that Evan had thought that rather than respecting her judgement, but maybe hed been right. Maybe she was overreacting now. Do you want to examine her?
I thought youd just done it?
I have, but
But nothing. The notes tell me what I need to know. I dont want to stress her by going in straight away. If she sees me, shell think she has to panic. And I trust you, Daisy.
Is that wise? You know nothing about me.
I know youre thorough and meticulous with the notes. Evan thought you lacked confidence. That implies to me that you should have more confidence in your judgement, not less.
She nodded and bit her lip. OK. Well, we can watch her if youre happy to. Shes had steroids, the babys as ready as it can be. Im thinking that waiting much longers probably not an option but I could be wrong.
Or you could be right. So alert Theatre, have SCBU on standby, order another ultrasound and hourly obs, and well give the drugs time to work and wait and see. We arent fortune-tellers, we just have to watch and wait. Keep me up to speed.
She nodded, and with an encouraging wink, he handed her back the notes and walked away.
There wasnt time for lunch, and she arrived at the antenatal clinic at the same time as Ben and Evan.
They were seeing the tricky patients, the mums with known problems, and she was working her way steadily through the more routine cases and trying not to think about her new neighbour and boss when her pager bleeped.
Clare Griffiths. Damn. She must have deteriorated. Handing her patient over to the clinic midwife to refer to Evan, she went straight up to the ward and found Clare looking pale and sweaty. Her face was looking more bloated, and she was clearly wretched.
As soon as she saw her, Clare started to cry.
Im so glad youre here. My feet really hurt, and I cant bend my fingers, my headaches worse, and I cant really seethere are flashing lights and its as if Ive got worms wriggling about all over the inside of my eyes. Im so scared.
Retinal haemorrhages, Daisy thought, scanning the monitor and her test results and fluid balance. The ultrasound result showed that the baby hadnt grown since the previous Thursday, and that meant it wasnt getting enough nutrition. She perched on the bed and held her hand, feeling the difference in her fingers even in two short hours. Have more confidence, Ben had said, and he trusted her. Well, lets hope Im not overreacting now, she thought.
She rubbed her fingers soothingly. Dont be scared, Clare, were looking after you, she said, trying to inject some of that confidence into her voice, but Im afraid your blood pressures gone up again, and your blood results show your kidneys are struggling and the babys not growing. Let me call Mr Walker and ask him to come and look at you.
Is this it? she asked, sniffing and looking even more worried. Are you going to have to deliver me?
I think so, Daisy told her honestly, and Clare swallowed.
But its so earlywhat about the baby? she asked, welling up again.
The baby should be all right, but if we leave it where it is it certainly wont be, and nor will you. Im sorry, Clare, we havent got any choice in this. Ill get Mr Walker, and Ill ring your husband and get him to come in. You might want him with you.
She asked the midwife with them to prep her for Theatre, rang the antenatal clinic and then Clares husband, and two minutes later Ben was in with Clare examining her. To her relief he backed her without hesitation.
Dr Fullers absolutely right, Clare, we need to deliver your baby now. Well get the anaesthetist to do your epidural, and then well take you into Theatre. You should start to feel better almost immediately, and we have lots of babies born at this stage without any problems. Well go and scrub, and well see you in Theatre in a minute. And dont worry. I know it feels scary, but its pretty routine for us, and well look after you.
His smile was kind, his manner firm and confident, and Daisy felt herself relaxing. He was right, it was routine, but Clare had every right to be scared, and hed been good with her. Very good. It was the first time shed seen Ben with a patient, and any reservations she might have had about their new man disappeared instantly.
Do you feel ready to lead? he asked Daisy as they scrubbed. I want that baby out fastI think shes heading for a crisis so I dont think we should hang about. Are you up to it, or would you rather I did it this time?
Will you? Not because I dont think I can, but because I know you can, and its not about pride, its about Clare and her baby.
He gave a gentle, understanding laugh and turned the tap off with his elbow.
Wise words. Right, lets go.
He was slick, and Daisy was glad shed opted to assist rather than lead. His hands were deft and confident, and within moments, it seemed, he had their baby cradled securely in his fingers, his tiny mewling cry music to their ears.
Hello, little one, welcome to the world, he said softly, and then met Clares eyes over the drapes. Youve got a son, he said, smiling, and hes looking good.
He wassmall but strong, and after a brief introduction to Clare and her flustered and emotional husband, he was whisked away to SCBU and they were able concentrate on Clare.
As much as Daisy was able to concentrate on anything except those strong, capable hands that worked so deftly, and the magnetic blue eyes that from time to time met and held her gaze over their masks for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary
Ben made it back just in time for the plumber. Hed left Daisy settling Clare back onto the ward after hed kept an eye on her in Recovery and then gone back to his antenatal clinic, and then shed paged him with a message that shed collected his suit and Clare was fine.
Brilliant.
He walked through the door, stripping off his tie and hanging his jacket on the end of the banister, and before he had time to do anything else there was a knock on the door behind him.
The man on the doorstep had a toolbox in his hand, and reassuringly grubby fingers. Steve, the plumber? Daisy said youd got problems.
The temptation to laugh hysterically nearly overwhelmed him. You might say that, he offered drily, and took Steve through to the kitchen.
Daisy let herself into the house, hung up his suit, kicked off her shoes and fed the cat. She could hear Ben moving around next door, and she sat down at the table and signed the card shed got for him in the supermarket, propped it up against the bottle of bubbly shed also bought and ran upstairs to shower. The bath was calling her, but she was too hungry to dawdle and she wanted to know how Ben had got on with Steve.
She rubbed herself briskly dry and went back into her bedroom. Jeans? Or sweats?
Jeans, she decided, running the hairdryer over her hair and brushing it through. Jeans and a pretty top, because a girl had her pride and hed seen her in a dressing gown covered in tea, in her gardening clothes, in her professional trust me, Im a doctor clothes, and when she popped round with his housewarming present it would be the first time she could show him who she really was.
Which was ridiculous, because she was all of those things, and in any case, why the hell did it matter what he thought of what she was wearing? He was divorced, with no doubt all sorts of emotional baggage. And he was her neighbour, and her boss. Three very good reasons why she should keep him at arms length and have as little to do with him as possible, she reminded herself fiercely.
And washing her hair and leaving it down was all part of shedding the working day, she told herself. Shoes off, hair down, sweats on.
Except in this case it was jeans, and a pretty top, and the makeup she hadnt had time to put on first thing, because a girl had her pride.
Oh!
The knock on the door made her jump, and she swiped the blob of mascara off the side of her nose and ran downstairs, pulling the door open.
He was propped against the inside of her porch, one ankle crossed over the other, hands in his pockets and wearing a pair of jeans and a cotton shirt that looked incredibly soft. She really wanted to touch it.
He smiled at her and shrugged away from the wall, and she folded her arms and propped herself up on the door frame and tried not to grin like an idiot. So how did you get on? she asked.
Fine. He was amazing. He fixed it in two minutes, hes coming on Monday to fit a new suite and hes getting me a plasterer. And an electricians already been and fitted a temporary light, so at least I can see in the kitchen, even if I cant really use it.
Told you he was good. Any idea why it happened?
The bath trap had pulled apart. He thought the seal might have perished, but youd think the previous owner would have found that out.
She shook her head. Mrs Leggatt couldnt get upstairs.
She washed in a bowl the whole time I knew her, and she never had visitors. She used the shower downstairs before that, she said.
Did she? Well, that doesnt work, either, which might explain the bowl.
Not having much luck, are you? She shifted and smiled at him, ridiculously aware of his strong, muscled body just a foot or so away. I was going to come and see you later to find out how you got on. Ive got your suit and a little something to try and compensate for the horrendous start. Come on in.
He followed her, and she handed him the bottle and the card. Its nothing special, but I thought it might help to balance things out. He gave a quizzical smile, and shook his head slowly. Ah, Daisy, I think youve done far more than a bottle of bubbly ever could. I just cant thank you enough for today, he said softly. Youve been amazing. Bless you.
She felt her cheeks heat, and flashed him a quick smile before turning away and heading for the kitchen. It was nothing, she said, grabbing the kettle like a lifeline and shoving it under the tap. Youre welcome. To be honest, Im hugely relieved you arent a property developer or crazy DIY-er whos going to do something awful to devalue my house! Well, at least I hope youre not.
He chuckled. Well, Ill try not to, but Im not having much luck so far! This is a lovely house, though. It gives me hope for mine.
Theyve both got most of their original features. Thats really rare. I hope youre going to keep them?
Oh, definitely. That was one of the reasons I bought it. Luckily Id budgeted for the kitchen and bathroom. His mouth quirked, and she felt her heart hitch. It was ridiculous! Theyd been working together all day without a problem, but here, in the intimate setting of her kitchen
Sohows Clare now?
Fine, she said, clutching the change of topic like a lifeline. Work she could deal with. Shes settling, her blood pressures already coming down, her urine outputs up and shes feeling a lot better. And the babys doing well.
Good. For what its worth and off the record, I would have delivered her on Friday, too, looking at the notes in more detail. Just in case shed flared up at the weekend. She was lucky.
She spun round, eyes wide, and stared at him. He agreed with her? Really?
Really. You were justifiably cautious.
She felt something warm unfurling inside her, and she smiled. Thank you, she said softly.
My pleasure. Have you eaten?
No. I picked up a ready meal on the way home and Im just about to cook it, but its only enough for one or Id offer to share. Sorry.
Dont worry. I was going to take you out. I owe you dinner, remember?
She flushed again. Ben, I was joking.
Well, I wasnt, and youd be doing me a favour. Ive got no food in the house, my kitchens destroyed and Im starving. I havent eaten anything today except that sticky bun, and low blood sugar makes me grumpy.
Oh, well, we wouldnt want you grumpy, she said, going belly-up with a grin, and tried to tell herself she was only doing it as a favour to her boss and her pathetically easy submission was nothing to do with those gorgeous blue eyes, or the rippling muscles shed seen as hed pulled off his scrub top on the way through to the changing rooms after hed delivered Clare.
Nothing to do with that at all
They went to the bistro on the waterfront.
It had uninterrupted views of the sea, good food and it was close enough to walk to.
Not that they could see the sea, really, this late in the evening, but they could hear it as they walked along the prom, the soft rush of the waves surging up the shore, the suck on the shingle as the water receded, and they could smell it, the tang of salt sharp in the moist air.
I love the sea, she told him. I dont think I could live anywhere landlocked.
You want to try the Yorkshire Dales. It takes a good hour or more to get to the coast.
But its worth it when you get there, surely? Doesnt Yorkshire have lovely beaches?
Oh, yes. Gorgeous. And Lancashire, on the west coast. Its just a bit of an expedition. London wasnt any better.
Is that where youve just come from? she asked, trying not to be nosy but failing.
He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the streetlights. For my sins. How about you? Are you Yoxburgh born and bred?
No. Ive only been here two years. Ive got a friend working here, and she persuaded me to come.
Good move?
Oh, yes, for all sorts of reasons. Nice town, and the hospitals great, much nicer to work in than my previous one, andwell, further from someone I needed space from.
Now why had she brought that up? Idiot! She could see the question forming in his eyes, but she was saved from having to explain by their arrival at the restaurant, and by the time they were seated and the waiter had given them menus and water and a basket of warm, squashy bread, theyd moved on.
Thankfully.
So why obstetrics? he asked her, reaching for the bread.
I love it. Less keen on the gynae, except some of the surgerys quite interesting and technically challenging, but mostly its the babies. Making a difference, saving such vulnerable little livesIm a sucker for it. The friend I told you abouts a midwife, and I guess she influenced me a bit. You?
He shrugged. All sorts of reasons, really. My fathers a vet and my brother and I used to go out with him on calls sometimes when we were kids. We helped with the lambing and the calving, and sometimes thered be a foal, and I just loved it. And of course all the cats and dogs had litters, and we always watched them giving birth, and my mothers a midwife, so when I went into medicine it just seemed the obvious choice. My brothers an obstetrician, too, but hes a bit more focussed on his career than me. He gave a wry smile. Its been a bit difficult recently. Life sort of threw a spanner in the works.
Thats divorce for you, she said without thinking, and could have bitten her tongue off, but he just shrugged again and smiled sadly.
Yes, it is. Are you divorced?
Me? No! Single and proud of it, she lied. Well, not about the single part, because she was, profoundly, since Mike had walked away, but she wasnt proud of it. She was morewell, lonely, really, she admitted, but shed rather be single than in the situation shed been in. And for all the difference it would have made, in many ways she felt divorced. Would have been, if Mike had ever got round to asking her to marry him instead of just stringing her along for years. She scraped up a chirpy grin. Mad spinster lady, thats what I am. Didnt you notice the cat?
I thought you had to have more than one to be a mad spinster? he said softly, his eyes searching even though there was a smile teasing his lips, and she felt her heart turn over.
No! No no no no no!
Oh, well, Ive only got the one, so thats all right, then, Im not a spinster, just mad, she said lightly, and turned her attention to the menu. Fast.
Ben watched her. She was distracted, not concentrating. The menu was the right way up, but it could have been in Russian or Japanese for all the difference it would have made, he was sure. She was flusteredby him?
Interestingexcept that she was a colleague, and his neighbour, and hed just got out of one horribly messy relationship and he was in no hurry to get into another.
Even if she was the most attractive, interesting and stimulating person hed been near in what felt like decades.
He shut his menu with a snap, and her body gave a tiny little jerk, as if the sound had startled her. Im having the pan-fried sea bass, he said briskly. What about you?
Um She stared at the menu, blinked and nodded. Sounds nice, she said, and he would have laid odds she hadnt even seen the print, never mind made sense of it.
Wine?
Stupid. Utterly stupid, on a week night, with work the next day.
I could have a glass, I suppose, she said thoughtfully.
Sauvignon blanc?
She nodded, and the light from the candle caught her hair and it shimmered like rich, dark silk. He wanted to reach over and catch a strand between thumb and forefinger, wind it round his fingertip and reel her in, tugging her gently towards him until those soft, full lips were in range, and then
Are you ready to order, sir?
He straightened up, sucking in a slow, silent breath and raising an eyebrow at Daisy. Have you decided?
Ohumthe sea bass, like you? she said, saving him from the embarrassment of admitting hed forgotten everything except the shimmer of her hair and the soft sheen of her lips.
Sounds good, he said, and added the wine to the list. A couple of glasses wouldnt make any difference
That was really nice. Thank you, Ben, she said, hesitating by her front gate.
Theyd walked back side by side, fingers brushing from time to time, shoulders nudging gently. Not holding hands, but not far off it, and she wondered, just idlywell, no, not idly at all, reallyif he was going to kiss her goodnight.
Madness! Too much wine. She shouldnt have had the second glass.
My pleasure. Id offer you coffee, but the cafeti?re was in the box that jingled, he told her ruefully, and she smiled.
Ive got coffee, she told him before she could stop her mouth, and their eyes locked and he lifted his shoulders in an almost imperceptible shrug.
Coffee would be nice. Thank you.
She unlocked her door, and he followed her in, all the way through to the kitchen. It was open to the dining area, and she directed him to the table to get herself a little space.
Make yourself comfortable, she said, and switched the kettle on, glancing at the clock as she did so. Heavens, theyd been out for well over two hours. It was after eleven oclock, and she had to be on the ward tomorrow at eight. Silly. She shouldnt have invited him in. Too late, and way too dangerous.
She frowned into the freezer, searching for the coffee, and then gave up and opened a new packet. She had no idea how long the other one had been open and her mind didnt seem to want to work it out.
Black or white, and hot or cold milk? she asked, sloshing hot water into the cafeti?re to warm it.
Black, one sugar, he said.
Of course. That was how hed had it in the bistro, although hed had a latte in the hospital that morning. Heavens. Was it only that morning? It seemed aeons ago!
Her thoughts miles away, she picked up the tray and found herself heading automatically to the sitting room at the front of the house. Shed meant to put it down on the dining table, but before she could change tack hed stood up and was following. Damn! It would be too cosy in there, much too intimate, and the wine was fogging her brain.
The wine, and the company
Oh, this rooms lovely, Daisy, he said warmly as she put the coffee down, and she felt herself glow with his praise.
Thanks. Do you want some music on?
Shall I? He was crouching down in front of her iPod dock without waiting for an answer, scrolling through her music collection, making himself at home. He put on something soft and romantic, and she could hardly tell him she didnt like it, as it was her music. And shed sat down already, so it was impossible to choose the other sofa when he sat at the other end of hers, a perfectly respectable distance from her and yet just close enough that her nose could pick up the scent of that citrusy cologne hed been wearing this morning.
It had been teasing her nostrils all evening, and she could have leant against him and breathed him in.
Except that it wouldnt make any sense at all, and if she knew what was good for her shed drink her coffee and send him on his way.
Except it didnt quite work like that.
They talked and laughed until long after the coffee was finished, and then finally he sighed and got to his feet.
I ought to go.
Yes, you should, she said, and stood up, but shed kicked off her shoes and she tripped on one and he caught her, his hands strong and steady on her arms.
OK? he murmured, and she lifted her head and met his eyes and everything seemed to stop dead.
Her heart, her lungs, the clockeverything froze in that moment, and then as if someone had thrown a switch and set him free, he bent his head, so slowly that she had all the time in the world to move away, and touched his lips to hers.
She sighed his name, her heart kicking back into life like a wild thing, and then his arms were sliding round her and he was kissing her properly.
Improperly?
He tasted of coffee and after dinner mints, his tongue bold and persuasive, coaxing her, leading her, then retreating, making her follow.
She was putty in his hands, all her senses short-circuited by the gentle, rhythmic stroke of his tongue, the soft brush of his lips, the warm whisper of his breath over her face as he sipped and touched and lingered.
If hed led her upstairs, she would have followed, but he didnt. Instead he lifted his head and rested his chin on her hair and cradled her gently against his chest.
I really ought to go, he said again, but his voice was gruff this time, the soft Yorkshire burr teasing her senses, and his arms stayed wrapped around her.
She lay there another moment listening to the steady, insistent thud of his heart against her ear, and then reluctantly she dropped her arms from round his waist and stepped back.
Yes, you should. Thank you for taking me out. You really didnt need to, but it was lovely. I really enjoyed it.
So did I. Id like to do it again, but Im not sure if thats wise. We work together, we live next door. It could get messy.
She nodded, struggling against an inexplicable urge to cry. Yeah. Lousy idea. And he was divorced. She didnt do that. Didnt do anything. Not any more.
He took a step towards the door, then turned back, his eyes lingering on her face. Thank you for everything today. Youve been amazing.
She tried to smile. Any time.
He lifted a hand and his knuckles grazed her cheek tenderly. Goodnight, Daisy. Sleep well. Ill see you tomorrow.
She nodded. She couldnt speak, because for some ridiculous reason she was on the verge of tears, and as if he knew that, he gave a sad, fleeting little smile and let himself out.
CHAPTER THREE
WORKWISE, Tuesday was a day like any other.
On a personal level, Daisy thought she was going to go out of her mind. Shed hardly slept, and by the time she arrived on the ward, shed convinced herself that working with Ben was going to be impossible.
In fact, it was easy.
He greeted her with a smile, and if it hadnt been for the lingering heat in his eyes, she wouldnt have known anything had happened between them. It was just business as usual.
No cosy coffees today, just the normal routine of a busy surgical list, including an elective Caesarean on a woman with an old spinal injury who had to have a general anaesthetic rather than an epidural. It was a good chance for him to see what she could do, and he could talk her through it without worrying the patient or her partner.
Although, in fact, he hardly said anything, just nodded reassurance and made the odd suggestion, and then stripped off his gloves and walked out. Youre doing fine. You close, Im going to get a coffee. Bit of a late night.
Evil man. Thank God for a mask she could hide her smile behind, and the scrub nurse and anaesthetist deep in conversation about another colleague.
She finished, stripped off her gloves and went out to the staffroom, to find him pouring another coffee and holding it out to her as she approached.
Nice, he said. Good hands. You remind me of my father.
Is that a good thing? she asked, not sure she was flattered.
It is if youre a good vet.
Like James Herriot? All stone barns and stroppy farmers?
He chuckled. Things have moved on since the forties. Youve got the makings of an excellent surgeon, though.
Just dont get me delivering calves.
The silly banter was just what she needed to take her mind off what had happened last nightor not happened. Except of course the tension between them was still there, the incredible sexual chemistry striking sparks off her every time she was within twenty feet of him. And of all the people for it to happen with
Hey, its OK, he murmured softly, as if he realised, and then the anaesthetist stuck his head round the door and gave them the thumbs up.
Shes round, shes fine. Ready for the next?
He got to his feet and went to scrub, and when shed drained her coffee she joined him and the awkward, sensitive moment was gone.
For now.
Ben closed the front door behind him, rolled his neck and cradled it in his palm, massaging the tight muscles.
Hed been operating most of the day, and on top of lugging boxes all weekend, it was getting to him. Not forgetting lying awake thinking about Daisy all night.
He groaned and shut his eyes. He really, really didnt need to think about that. It had been difficult enough having to work alongside her all day without coming home and fantasising about her all evening as well.
He put the kettle on, rang the plumber back about the electrician and the plasterer, and made himself a cup of tea. Hed just dropped into a chair in his sitting room to drink it when his mobile rang.
So hows the new house?
He gave a slightly strangled laugh and looked around at the hideous 1970s wallpaper and the dangling paper on the ceiling. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was the trashed kitchen. Lets just say its got potential.
Oops.
Yeah. The bath waste wasnt properly connected.
And?
I dont have a kitchen ceiling now.
OK His brother was stifling a laugh, he could tell, and he could feel his own lips twitch.
You ought to come up and see it.
Matt didnt bother to stifle the laugh then. You have to be kidding. Youll have me stripping wallpaper and pulling out kitchen units before Ive taken my coat off, he said drily, and then added, So, hows the job? Any good?
Yes, very good. The SpRs a bit of an old woman, but the registrars excellent. Good team.
And your neighbours? Met them yet?
Ahyes. Actually, the registrars my neighbour. Shes in the other half.
Is she, now?
Ben closed his eyes and leant back. Yes, she is. And she was very helpful about the leak. I took her out for dinner to say thank you, he added rashly, and he heard Matts curiosity crank up a notch.
And?
And nothing.
Matt was laughing. Oh, come on, bro, I know you better than that. I thought you were sounding pretty chipper. So lets have it. Whats her name?
Daisy.
Daisy! What kind of a name is that?
Dont mock, youre only jealous.
Ooh, defensivethats interesting! So whats she like?
Average height, curvy, long dark hair, green eyes, sexy mouth
Really? How sexy?
Damn. He sighed and shut his eyes. Didnt mean to say that.
He heard a low chuckle. Ill bet. How sexy?
He gave up. She kisses like a goddess, he admitted, and there was a second of startled silence on the other end.
Then, When did you meet her?
Yesterday.
And you know how she kisses? Already? Sheesh, thats fast work! And shes a colleague? Youre normally much more circumspect. She must have really lit a fire under you.
Oh, yes. For all the good itd do. Its not going anywhere. You know Im not in the market for a relationship, Matt, any more than you are.
So whos talking about a relationship? Matt asked with his usual bluntness, and he sighed again.
Shes a nice girl, not someone you take to bed for the hell of it.
I thought you grew out of that years ago.
Yeah, well, I nearly forgot.
Matt blew out his breath. It must have been some kiss. He sounded incredulous, and Ben ran a hand round the back of his neck and sighed.
Yeah. Big mistake, kissing her. Weuhwe got a bit swept along on the moment, and we shouldnt have done. I should have had more sense, and I know its crazy, and I keep telling myself it cant go anywhere, buthell, I was so tempted to stay, Matt. I was that close
He heard her front door shut, and shook his head to clear it. Look, Ive got to go, shes home now and these walls arent exactly soundproof. I think Im going round there to talk to hertell her why it cant ever go anywhere before she gets ideas.
Are you sure it cant? Matt prompted, his voice soft. Maybe its time to move onfind some time for yourself.
And because he wanted it to be otherwise, because he was blown away by Daisy and wanted to be able to follow through but knew he couldntor wouldntBen bit back.
I dont see you moving on with your life, he said, and he heard Matt suck in his breath again.
Back off, he warned softly.
Sorry, ignore me. Well, no, dont ignore me. Come up here and stay for a few days. It would be really good to see you and I promise I wont make you strip wallpaper.
I dont believe a word of it, but I might come anyway, just to get a look at this Daisy. Good luck with her. Ill look forward to meeting her one day.
The line went dead, and he stood up and went out to the kitchen with his mug. Hed give Daisy a few minutes to change and feed the cat, and then hed go round there.
And stop this thing in its tracks.
She wanted a bath. Shed wanted a bath since Sunday night, and nothing that had happened in the meantime had changed that.
She stared at it, sitting there taunting her with its promise of gentle, lapping water and utter relaxation. She still hadnt unpacked from the weekend, there was washing waiting to go in the machine, and
Oh, damn it, she said, and turned on the taps, poured in a generous dollop of bubble bath, and while the delectably indulgent Victorian claw-foot bath filled with water, she put on some music, turned down the lights and lit a scented candle, then dropped her clothes into the laundry basket, stepped into the bath and slid under the bubbles.
Oh, yes, she groaned. Bliss.
Except she was twitchy. She could hear Ben moving around next door, unpacking probably. He was going to come round, she just knew it, and catching her in the bath really wouldnt help. Shed have to run down to the front door looking like a drowned rat, and what little was left of her pride would go straight out of the window.
She rinsed her hair in clean water, dragged herself reluctantly out of the bath, dried and picked up her dressing gown. It still had a tea stain all the way down the front, and there was no way she could wear it again until it had been washed. She really had to do her laundry.
She contemplated her baggy old sweats, and then put on jeans and last nights top, because she just had a feeling hed be round. No reason. He hadnt said he would, but better to be prepared. And she resisted the urge to change the top for one he hadnt seen.
Shed dry her hair, and put on a touch of makeupjust a flick of mascara and some concealer under her eyes to hide the bags, because two nights without sleep showed on her fair skinand then shed unpack and tidy her room.
Not that she needed to worry about Ben seeing it, anyway, she thought with irony as she dabbed on the concealer. Hed been the one to walk away, while shed been teetering on the brink.
And in any case, what on earth was she thinking? She didnt want him in her bedroom! There was no way she was getting involved with another divorced man, because she was still dealing with the devastating emotional fallout from the last one. And he was her boss! And her neighbour!
Huge great big fat no, Daisy, she said firmly, and picked up her mascara.
She heard him run downstairs, then the sound of his door closing. A moment later, there was a knock on her own door, and even though shed tried to convince herself it was the last thing she wanted, her heart raced with anticipation and her hands started to shake.
She put the mascara down before she could poke her eye out, went downstairs and opened the door.
He had flowers. A huge bunch of pure white longiflorum lilies, the scent astonishing, and he held them out to her.
Are you trying to soften me up or is this a peace offering for trying to take advantage of my innocence? she asked, taking them from him warily, and he felt his mouth kick up in a wry smile. If hed wanted to take advantage of her innocence, he wouldnt have had to try very hard, shed been with him every step of the way
Neither. I thought theyd mask the smell of damp plaster clinging to me.
She gave a disbelieving little laugh and walked off, and he followed her through the door shed left openpresumably for himto the kitchen. She was putting the flowers in a tall vase and fiddling with them, pulling off leaves, trying to arrange the stubborn stems, and he could tell she was nervous.
Why? In case he tried anything again? No way. She was safe on that front, at least.
Have you eaten? he asked, and she felt her brow crease in a little frown.
No. Not yet. I was going to have that ready meal. Dont ask me out again, Ben, please, dont ask me out.
Can I change your mind? I thought maybe we could find a pub somewhere, grab something to eat and have a chat.
Her stomach fluttered, and she squashed the quiver of anticipation ruthlessly. I dont really want to go out. I could do with an early night, to be honest, she lied, and jammed another lily stem into the vase.
He watched her thoughtfully. Is that, Ben, sling your hook, or I dont want to go out but we could have a takeaway? he asked, trying to read her body language.
She gave up on arranging the flowers and dumped the vase in the middle of the dining table. Neither. Ben, why are you here? she asked a little desperately.
He propped himself up against the table next to her, hands thrust into his trouser pockets, and sighed quietly.
I think we need to talk about what happened last night.
Nothing happened last night.
His laugh was low and mocking. Get real, Daisy. We were that close. He held up his hand, his thumb and forefinger almost touching, and she felt heat pooling in her at the memory.
She made herself meet his eyes, and then regretted it, because they were glittering with an intensity that should have terrified her.
It did terrify her.
She looked away. Well, spit it out, then, because youve obviously got something to get off your chest, she said briskly, and she felt the huff of his quiet laugh against her cheek.
Itscomplicated.
She gave a derisive snort and straightened one of the lily stems. The last man to say that told me he was going back to his wife and family, she said drily, and he found himself wondering about the bastard whod hurt her.
Im not going to say that, exactly.
She felt relief try and break free, but sensed it was a little early and squashed it. And that exactly was hanging in the air like an unexploded bomb. So what are you saying, exactly? she prompted. That youre my boss and its a bad idea? Youre divorced? Were neighbours? Ive already worked all that out, and I absolutely agree.
I have a daughter, he said, dropping the bombshell of all bombshells without preamble. Shes nearly three, and shes called Florence. Thats why Im here, why Im in Yoxburgh. My ex moved back to be near her family and friends, and Ive followed.
Here we go again, she thought, and her heart sank. Because you want to get back with her and she wont play ball?
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Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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