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Her Little Secret
CAROL MARINELLI
Daredevil doctor to doting daddy?Eastern Beach Hospital is just the next stop for doctor Nick Roberts he's left broken hearts on every continent! But Nick's fun-loving attitude is so infectious that his patients and nurse Alison Carter are unwillingly hooked. One night with Nick leaves Alison with a new zest for life and one rather more unexpected gift
Her Little Secret
Carol Marinelli
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
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Title Page (#u8eaf4fda-282b-5a43-a320-dbb58e15d112)
About the Author (#ub32f337f-cb30-56ce-8f5c-f1118da69ec6)
Chapter One (#ub3511fea-2fb8-559d-a31e-50c6f729f956)
Chapter Two (#u20970368-bfb3-54b9-ba84-5d0dfb120396)
Chapter Three (#u2117bb5a-eb1a-5783-8c6f-c2689e942d14)
Chapter Four (#u4335fd5e-28be-5a68-8c9a-896f7c51d67d)
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Dear Reader
Some people are naturally more cautious than othersthat was certainly the case with my heroine, Alison. For her, it wasnt just a matter of nature, but nurture tooso I really felt for her when she looked up one morning into the gorgeous eyes of Nick and suddenly there it was: her chance to follow her heart and be just a little bit wild and have fun.
Given that Im not particularly cautious, at times I just wanted to tell her to go for itin fact, against Alisons better judgement, I made her go for it.
I told you, is still ringing in my ears.
Happy reading!
Carol x
About the Author
CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form where she was asked for her job title, and was thrilled, after all these years, to be able to put down her answer as writer. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation. After chewing her pen for a moment Carol put down the truthwriting. The third question askedWhat are your hobbies? Well, not wanting to look obsessed or, worse still, boring, she crossed the fingers on her free hand and answered swimming and tennis. But, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, and the closest shes got to a tennis racket in the last couple of years is watching the Australian Open, Im sure you can guess the real answer!
CHAPTER ONE
AFTER you.
Alison Carter gave brief thanks as someone stepped aside and she shuffled onto the bus, coffee in hand, and took a seat in her usual spot, halfway down, to the left of the bus and next to the window.
Morning was just peeking in and the sky was full of purples and oranges as the doors hissed closed and the bus made its slow way up the hill. Even though shed bought a newspaper, till the bus turned the corner Alison did as she always did and stared out at the glorious viewto the energetic joggers on the foreshore, the walkers on the beach, the swimmers in the ocean and out beyond, to where the patient surfers bobbed quietly, waiting for the next good wave.
It was a slice of heaven.
A view that reminded Alison, because sometimes she needed reminding, that she lived in surely the most beautiful part of the world, that she had absolutely nothing to complain about. It was an internal pep talk that she delivered to herself quite often when the travel bug stungyes, there were other beaches, other worlds to explore, but here was where she belonged and, if you had to be stuck somewhere, then Coogee was a very nice place to be
Stuck.
Alison closed her eyes for just a second, leant her temple against the window and told herself to stop using that word.
Having recently read an article on positive thinking and the harm of negative self-talk and thoughts, she was resolutely reframing and rephrasing, but she was finding it to be an almost full-time job.
It was a very nice place to be, Alison told herself.
To just be!
As the bus took on its next load of passengers, then commenced its slow turn into the hilly street that would take them from Coogee to Eastern Beaches Hospital where she worked, Alison turned away to concentrate on her newspaper.
Then she saw him.
Craning his neck for a final glimpse of the beach too, it was, Alison was sure, the man who had let her on the bus before himself. The flash of blond hair and pale shirt that shed glimpsed as shed turned and briefly thanked him actually belonged to a man more beautiful than any she had ever seen and only then did she recall his English accent, and she was sure, quite sure, that the man she was looking at was the Nick Roberts.
Despite having been on days off from her job as an accident and emergency nurse, Alison had heard all about him from her friends and colleagues. Ellie had told her all about the gorgeous, completely gorgeous new locum registrar, who was filling in in Emergency while the senior registrar, Cort Mason, took some long overdue extended leave. Even Moira had sent her two texts worth of information about the nice surprise shed found on her late shift one afternoon, warning her that he had to be seen to be believed.
Presuming that it was him, thanks to the hospital grapevine, and because nurses loved to gossip, Alison knew rather a lot about the handsome stranger on her bus. He had been travelling for six months and was doing a two-month stint in Sydney, getting some money together to spend on his prolonged journey home, first to New Zealand and then home to the UK via Asia, and, Ellie had said droolingly, while he was in Sydney, he was staying in Coogee.
It probably wasnt him, Alison told herself. Coogee was hardly the outback, there were loads of gorgeous men, loads of travellers, yet she was quite sure that it was him, because this man had to be seen to be believed.
Taller than most, he was sitting on a side seat, doing the crossword in the newspaper, and he kept forgetting to tuck his legs in, having to move them every time someone got on or got off. He had on dark grey, linen trousers and a paler grey shirt. And, yes, there were loads of Englishmen staying in Coogeehe could be anyone, but holidaymakers and travellers werent usually on the two-minutes-past-six bus. It was, Alison knew, after nearly three years of taking this very route, a fairly regular lot she joined on the bus each morning.
Of course he caught her looking and he gave her a very nice smile, an open, possibly even flirting smile, and all it served to do was annoy Alison as she pulled her eyes away and back to her newspaper. In fact, she wanted to tell him that shed been looking, not because he was drop dead gorgeous but because she thought she knew who he was.
And if she was right, then hed be the last person shed be interested in.
Shed heard all about him from her friendsthe string of broken hearts he had left behind on his travels and daredevil attitude in his quest for adventure.
So, instead of thinking about him, Alison, as always, read her horoscope, which was too cryptic for such an early hour, so she turned, as she always did on a Friday, to the travel section, only the sting she so regularly felt became just a touch more inflamed as she read that airfares had come down dramatically. Even if it was too early for cryptic horoscopes the arithmetic was easyher meticulous savings, combined with the money her father had left her, were enough for a tiny deposit on an even tinier flat or a round-the-world trip and a year or two spent following her heart.
Alison knew what her father would have chosen.
But she knew too what it would do to her mother.
She glanced up again to the man she thought was Nick Roberts. He had given up on his crossword and sat dozing now, and Alison stared, annoyed with a stranger who had been nothing but polite, jealous of a man she had never even metbecause if this was Nick Roberts, then he was living her dream.
Maybe he felt her watching, because green eyes suddenly opened and met hers. He had caught her looking again and smiled. Embarrassed, Alison stood as her bus stop approached, and it was either be extremely rude or return his smile as she walked past.
Morning, Alison said, and then to show him she said morning and smiled at everyone, she said it to someone else who caught her eye as she moved down the bus.
And it had to be him because he was standing up too and this was the hospital bus stop and there certainly couldnt be two people as lovely as him working there.
They probably werent, but Alison felt as if his eyes were on her as she walked through the car park and towards Emergency, and she was rather relieved when her friend and colleague Ellie caught up with her.
Nice days off? Ellie asked. Any luck with the flat-hunt?
None, Alison admitted. Well, there was one flat that I could just about afford but it needs a kitchen.
You could live without a nice kitchen for a while, Ellie pointed out.
Theres a hole in the side wall where the kitchen burnt down. Alison managed a wry laugh as she recalled the viewing, the initial optimism as shed walked through the small but liveable lounge, and then the sheer frustration as the renovators delight that shed thought she had found had turned out to be uninhabitable. Its impossible Alison carried on, but shed lost her audience because Dr Long Legs had caught up, and Ellie, who never missed an opportunity to flirt, called over to him and he fell in step beside them.
This is Alison. Alison, this is Nick, Ellie said, and none-too-discreetly gave her friend a nudge that said he was the Nick. Hes with us for a couple of months.
Hi, Nick, Alison said, and then to salvage herself, she gave him a smile. We met on the bus.
We did.
Anyone new tends to stand outits a pretty regular lot on the six a.m., Alison added, just to make it clear why shed noticed him!
Alisons flat-hunting, Ellie said.
Shoebox-hunting, Alison corrected.
At twenty-four it was high past the time when she should have left home. Yes, most of her friends still lived at home and had no intention of leaving in a rush, but her friends didnt have Rose as a mother, who insisted on a text if she was going to be ten minutes late, and as for staying out for the nightwell, for the stress it caused her mother it was easier just to go home.
Alison had moved out at eighteen to share a house with some other nursing students but at the end of her training, just as shed been about to set off for a year of travel that her mother had pleaded she didnt take, her brother and father had died in an accident. Of course, she had moved straight back home, but though it had seemed right and necessary at the time, three years on Alison was beginning to wonder if her being there was actually hindering her mother from moving on. House-sharing no longer appealed and so the rather fruitless search for her own place had commenced.
There are a couple of places Ive seen that are nice and in my price range, Alison sighed, but theyre miles from the beach.
Youre a nurse Ellie laughed. You cant afford bay views.
I dont need a view, Alison grumbled, but walking distance to the beach at least She was being ridiculous, she knew, but she was so used to having the beach a five-minute walk away that it was going to be harder to give up than coffee.
Im on Alisons side. Nick joined right in with the conversation. Im flat-sitting for a couple I know while theyre back in the UK. He told her the location and Alison let out a low whistle because anything in that street was stunning. Its pretty spectacular. Ive never been a beach person, but Im walking there every morning or eveningand sitting on the balcony at night
Its not just the view, though, Alison said. They were walking through Emergency now. Its just She didnt really know how to explain it. It wasnt just the beach eitherit was her walks on the cliffs, her coffee from the same kiosk in the morning, her cherry and ricotta strudel at her favourite caf. She didnt want to leave it, her mother certainly didnt want her to leave either, but, unless she was going to live at home for ever, unless she was going to be home by midnight every night or constantly account for her movements, she wanted somewhere close enough to home but far enough to live her own life.
Im going to get a drink before He gave her a smile as they reached the female change rooms. I look forward to working with you.
Told you! Ellie breathed as they closed the doors. I told you, didnt I?
You did, Alison agreed, tying up her long brown hair and pulling on her lanyard. Have you got my stethoscope?
Thats all that youve got to say?
Ellie, yes, you did tell me and, yes, for once you havent exaggerated. Hes completely stunning, but right now I need my stethoscope back. She certainly didnt need to be dwelling on the gorgeous Nick Roberts who was there for just a few weeks and already had every woman completely under his spell.
Here. Ellie handed back the stethoscope she had yet again borrowed. Have a look at him on Facebooktheres one of him bungee-jumping and hes upside down and his T-shirts round his neck Ellie grinned as Alison rolled her eyes. Theres no harm in looking.
Ellie raced off to the staffroom, ready to catch up on all the gossip, and for a moment Alison paused, catching sight of her reflectionbrown hair, serious brown eyes, neat figure, smart navy pants and white top. Her image just screamed sensible. Too sensible by far for the likes of Nick. Yes, he was a fine specimen and all that, but he also knew it and Alison was determined not to give him the satisfaction of joining his rather large throng of admirers.
He was sitting in the staffroom as he had on the bus, with his long legs sprawled out, drinking a large mug of tea and leading the conversation as if hed been there for years instead of one week, regaling them all with his exploitsthe highlight a motorbike ride through the outbackwhich did nothing to impress Alison. In fact, the very thought made her shudder and prompted a question.
How is that guy from last week? Alison turned to Ellie. Did you follow him up?
What one?
Just as I went off last Sundaythe young guy on the motorbike? And then she stopped, realising it sounded rude, perhaps a touch inappropriate given Nicks subject matter, though she hadnt meant it to. Nick had just reminded her to ask.
We didnt have any ICU beds, one of the other staff answered, so he was transferred.
Thanks, Alison said, looking up at the clock, and so did everyone else, all heading out for handover.
She really didnt want to like him.
He unsettled her for reasons she didnt want to examine and she hoped he was horrible to work witharrogant, or dismissive with the patients. Unfortunately, he was lovely.
Im here for a good time, not a long time, she heard him say to some young surfer who had cut his arm on the rocks. Nick was stitching as Alison came in to give the young man his tetanus shot. I want to cram in as much as I can while Im here.
Come down in the morning, surfer boy said. Ill give you some tips.
Didnt I just tell you to keep the wound clean and dry? Nick admonished, and then grinned. I guess salt waters good for it, though. Ill look forward to it.
Youre going surfing with him? Alison blinked.
He lives near me and who better to teach me than a local? Nick said. Do you?
Do I what?
Surf.
Alison rolled her eyes. Because Im Australian?
No, he said slowly, those green eyes meeting hers. Because you want to. And she stood there for a moment, felt her cheeks darken, felt for just a moment as if he was looking at her, not staid, sensible Alison but the woman she had once been, or rather the woman she had almost become, the woman who was in there, hiding.
If I wanted to, I would, Alison replied, and somehow, despite the wobble in her soul, her voice was even. Ive got a beach on my doorstep after all.
I guess, Nick said, but she could almost hear his tongue in his cheek. Ill let you know what its like.
His assumption irritated her, perhaps more than it should have, but she wasnt going to dwell on it. Shed save a suitable come-back for laterperhaps this time tomorrow morning when she was stitching his forehead after his board hit him, Alison thought, taking the next patient card from the pile.
Louise Haversham? Alison called out to the waiting room, and when there was no answer she called the name again.
Two minutes! came the answer, a pretty blonde holding up her hand at Alisons interruption and carrying on her conversation on her phone, but perhaps realising that Alison was about to call the next name on the list she concluded her call and walked with Alison to a cubicle.
How long have you had toothache for? Alison asked, checking Louises temperature and noting it on her card.
Well, its been niggling for a couple of weeks but it woke me up at four and I couldnt get back to sleep.
Have you seen your dentist? Alison asked, and Louise shook her head.
Ive been too busyIm working two jobs. She glanced up at the clock. How long will the doctor be? Im supposed to be at work at nine.
Then Alison had better hurry the doctor along!
Whos next? Nick asked cheerfully. A nice motorbike crash, perhaps? He winked, just to show her hed heard her in the staffroom.
Im saving the good stuff for later, Alison said. Ive got a toothache.
Im sorry to hear it.
She rolled her eyes at the very old joke, but it did make her smile just a little bit and he was so easy to talk to, because somewhere between the work station and Cubicle Five shed told him that she was going to the dentist herself next week. He opened the curtain where the very pretty blonde with a sore tooth that couldnt possibly wait till nine a.m. for a dentist was no longer chatting on her phone but cupping her jaw in her hand and looking an absolute picture of misery.
Good morning. He introduced himself and Louise introduced herself and managed, Alison noted, despite her agony, to perk up just a touch and give him a very brave smile.
Im so sorry. She was far nicer to Nick than she had been to Alison. I just couldnt stand it any longer. I havent slept all night
Not at all. Dental pains awful, Nick said. Warning her he wasnt a dentist, he first had a feel of her jaw before he looked in her mouth, then long brown fingers examined her jaw again and felt around her neck. What was her temperature? Nick asked, and Alison told him it was normal. Theres no swelling. Still, I think we should give you something for the pain and a poultice for the tooth, but you really do need to see your dentist. He turned round. Alison, do we have any oil of cloves?
Right at the back of the treatment cupboard.
Busy? her friend Moira asked minutes later as she watched Alison curiously.
Frantic! She rolled her eyes to show that she wasnt in the least. Im making an oil-of-cloves poultice, Alison said, her own teeth slightly gritted.
A what? Moira frowned. Whats that?
Some old English treatment. Actually, I remember my mum giving this to me once. Ive never been asked for it.
Nick? Moira checked and gave a little sigh. He asked me for some gentian violet yesterday. She held up her palms to show the evidence. He dishes out the TLC, wish hed dish some out in my direction! Moira was Irish, just passing through Coogee too as she nursed and travelled her way around the world. She was fun and flirty and justfun!
Is he always so nice to everyone? Its like a social club in Section B.
Always, Moira said cheerfully.
Returning to Cubicle Five, Alison wondered if hed still be so nice when the place was frantic, but for now he was taking his time with his patient.
Okay, Louise, Ive given you a note for the dentistyou need to get that seen to this morning.
Louise, once shed bitten down on her cotton bud soaked in oil of cloves, managed to rally enough to tell him the name of the bar she worked at in the city, and that she was on at the weekend if he wanted to stop by for a drink on the house.
Im working Nick grinned but thats terribly kind of you.
Hes worth getting toothache for, Louise commented as he swept out and only the fresh scent of him lingered. They shared a little smile. If I suddenly come over all dizzy, will you call him back for me?
Ill get Amy, the other registrar. Alison winked. Shes good with dizzy females.
Shame.
Nick changed the atmosphere of the placehe seemed delighted to be there, nothing was too trivial and nothing major unnerved him, as Alison found out when the husband of a swollen-ankle case suddenly complained of chest pain and started to pass out. Still Nick remained unruffled, breaking the gentlemans fall as Alison quickly wheeled out his wife, pressing the emergency bell and collecting the crash trolley.
By the time she returned, about twenty seconds later, the man had gone into full arrest and between them they had him clipped to the portable monitor, with Alison commencing cardiac massage even before help had arrived.
Lets get him down to Resus. Amy, the emergency registrar, called for a trolley, but Nick thought otherwise.
Lets just keep going here. It was a tiny override, or just a difference of opinionnothing reallybut when Amy, who easily took offence, simply nodded and they all just carried on working on the man on the cubicle floor, Alison realised the respect he had garnered in the short while he had been here.
Pads on, Nick shocked him, and before the crash team had arrived, the poor man was back in sinus rhythm and starting to come round.
Its okay, sir Nicks was absolutely the voice you wanted to come round to. He didnt talk down to the man and he didnt scare him as he lay there groaning. Youre doing fineyour heart went into an irregular rhythm but its beating normally now. He smiled up to Amy. Okay, lets get him on a trolley and down to you guys. Ill go and speak with his wife.
What was he in for? Amy asked.
Hes here with his wife, Doreen, Nick explained. Shes got an ankle injury.
Having seen what was going on, Libby, the receptionist, had taken Doreen to an interview room and taken the husbands details from the shaken woman. After quickly writing his notes and checking the new patients name, Nick walked down to the interview room with Alison.
He was very thorough, first checking her husbands details and assuming nothingthat Ernest was, in fact, her husband and finding out if she had contacted anyone. Then Nick got to the point, explaining that it would appear Ernest had had a heart attack.
It probably doesnt feel it now, but your husband is an extremely lucky manhe could not have been in a better place when this happened.
Will he be okay?
We certainly hope so. Hes conscious, the cardiologists will be running some tests now, but certainly the next twenty-four hours will be critical. Im going to go and speak with my colleagues now and find out some more for you. I suggest you ring your son and get some family here to support you. He stood and shook her hand. And Ill be back soon to take a good look at your ankle.
He was a complete and utter pleasure to work with, to be around, so much so that when Alison ducked into the staffroom for a ten-minute break later that morning, she wanted to turn tail and run, because it was just him in there and to be alone in his rather dazzling company rather terrified her.
What about this?
She frowned as he handed her the local newspaper with an advertisement circleda one-bedroom flat, two streets from the beach, and it wasnt that expensive. Ive already seen it, Alison admitted. Its above a pub that has live music six nights a week. She sat down next to him. I did seriously think about it, though. Thanks, she added. You didnt have to do that.
Cant help myself, Nick admitted. I love looking at real estateIve chosen the one I want And he showed her the stunning apartment hed circled, with bay views and a balcony as big as the staffroom they were sitting in. Nice to dream.
And it was, because Alison had circled the very same one in her own local newspaper, had looked it up on the net and taken a virtual tour of the place.
You cant have it because its already mine.
Its a great spot, Nick said. I can absolutely see why you dont want to move away.
And they got to talking, about she was on late shift tomorrow and she had to squeeze in two flat inspections beforehand, and there was a mixture of both relief and disappointment when he told her he was off for the weekend. Relief that hed told a little white lie to Louise and the stab of disappointment Alison did her very best to ignore. Instead she told him how she loved to walk on the cliffs on her days off and, strange as it sounded, there was the most beautiful cemetery that he just had to explore, then about the coffee bar that did the ricotta cheese and cherry strudel which she rewarded herself with now and then. Then the intercom buzzedsomeone searching for Nickand Alison realised that her fifteen-minute break had turned into twenty-five.
Told you. Ellie smirked when she came round that evening on her way out for the night.
Told me what? Alison said, letting her in. There was no way shed give Ellie so much as a hint that hed won her over too, but Ellie was having none of it. Once shed said hi to Rose, and chatted for a few minutes about an engagement present for a friends party the following week, she asked to go on the computer.
There! Ellie was already a friend of his on Facebookalong with four hundred and thirty-seven othersand, yes, hanging upside down on a rope, his stomach looked lovely with his T-shirt around his neck. Alison did note that his status was single, and held her breath as she read about his crazy adventureswhitewater rafting, rock-climbing, swimming in waterholes. And she didnt care if there were only freshwater crocodiles there, he was dangerous and reckless and everything she didnt want.
Great day at workI love this place, Nick suddenly updated his status, and Alison blinked.
She thought of the toothaches and grumbles and moans down in section B and the drama with Ernest, which was pretty much routine in Emergencyit had been an okay day, even a good day perhaps, but hardly great.
Except, somehow hed made it so.
Out to sample local delights, he added, and Alison rather hoped it wasnt Louise.
Ellie happily scrolled through what was just loads of chatter and comments from friends, and about a thousand photos.
He broke off his engagement before he came here, Ellie said knowledgeably.
How do you know?
You can find out anything on this. Well, Im not sure he broke it off, but I think so, and look Ellie was a machine and in no time at all had located photos of the once happy couple, but Alison had better things to do than fill her head with Nick.
Come out with us, Ellie pushed. Get some dinnerlisten to a band.
And Alison was about to again say no, she had to be up early for flat inspections and then work a late shift tomorrow, as Rose pointed out.
There are a few of us meeting up. Ellie smiled. You never know wholl be there.
Which was a very good reason to decline, a very good reason to stay away, but instead of declining Alison gave her mum a smile.
Ill be fine for tomorrow. She tried not to notice her mothers pursed lips as she left Ellie on the computer and headed to her room, straightening her already straight hair till it looked a little more done and pulling through some hair gloss, then putting on make-up as she changed from her shorts and T-shirt into something a little more dressy, but not too much. She checked her reflection in the mirror and tried to tone down the blusher on her cheeks before realising it was her own complexion.
If youre going to be out late Rose came to her door.
Im not going to be late, Alison said and then, unusually, she qualified a touch. But if I am, Ill give you a call.
You cant really stay out too long Rose didnt add the unspoken Youve got work
Alison didnt want to argue, she didnt want to point out again that she was twenty-four, that Ellie was on an early shift tomorrow and was still going outthat she had a life, that she wanted to live it.
Instead she crammed her ATM card, her mobile, some cash and her keys into a tiny bag and only when she had bitten back a smart retort did she look up.
Ill let you know if Im going to be late. She gave her mum a kiss on the cheek and said goodnight then headed out to the cool, dark street and along to the bar, trying to join in with Ellies easy chatter, but it was hard to be light-hearted when her mother made it such an effort to just go out. As she stepped into the bar, however, it wasnt her mothers veiled warning or an excess of blusher that had her cheeks pinking up again.
There was Moira and a few others, even Amy the registrar was sitting at the heavy wooden table. Making room for Ellie and Alison to join them, they ordered pizza. It wasnt at all unusual for the emergency crew to go out on a Friday night and, yes, Coogee was lovely and this bar was one hospital staff often frequented. It was just a rather good turnout from Emergency and Alison knew whybecause coming back from the bar, balancing a jug of beer and some glasses with a bottle of water tucked under his arm, was the reason.
Hey! Nick gave her a smile and gave Ellie one too. This was her local, Alison told herself as she took a seat and glanced through the menu. She didnt just work nearby, she lived here, so more than anyone she had good reason to be there.
Except, Alison silently admitted, he was the real one.
CHAPTER TWO
EMERGENCY staff the world over knew how to have a good time when they were out, as Nick pointed out. Even the rather aloof Amy was letting her hair down and had had a dance, when she wasnt monopolising Nick.
Its like a home from home! Nick said to Alison as the table got louder and louder. Not that I regularly joined the Friday night out.
Too senior? Alison asked.
Too sombre, Nick said, at least that was what she thought he said, because the music was really loud. Do you come here often?
Alison grinned as, tongue in cheek, he delivered the cheesy line with a smile. I live five minutes away, but, no, not that often, she admitted, because, well, it was true. I like the cafs and restaurants. She didnt get to finish as Moira tottered over, a little the worse for wear, and tugged at Nick to go and dance. Alison didnt await his response, instead she disappeared through the beer garden and to the loo, where she stood for an inordinately long time, fiddling with her hair. Not that it made any difference but, ridiculously, she felt safer in there.
She could hear the thud-thud-thud of the band through the wall and it matched the thud-thud-thud of her heart, because shed never, not once, found someone so instantly attractive. Oh, she knew she wasnt the only one, yet he was the only onethe only one who just on sight triggered something, just on voice confirmed it, just on scent
Moira Nick peeled the nurses arm from around his neck with a smile. He was actually very good at letting a girl down gently, hed had plenty of practice and though hed enjoyed his holiday to date, the fun stopped when he started workthat sort of fun anyway. He took his work seriously, commanded respect and that was rather hard to come by the morning after a reckless night before. I dont dance.
He didnt flee to the toilets like Alison had, but he made his way there, a little annoyed that he had come, but Amy had suggested it and it had seemed a bit rude to say no. He had sensed things were getting a little out of hand and had been about to head off, but had got talking to Alison and somehow forgotten that he was supposed to be heading for home.
And there she was, walking toward him right now, and here too was the very reason he hadnt headed for home when he should have.
Hey. He smiled down at her and she stopped walking. They stood in the beer garden amidst the noise and the chatter.
I thought you were dancing.
Not for me. He gave her a smile, but it was a wry one, a lying one, a strained one, because as the music tipped into something a little slower, he would at that very moment have danced, would have loved to do just that, because somehow she exceeded his limits, somehow he knew she could break his self-imposed rule, because all of a sudden work didnt matter.
Im just about to head off, Alison admitted, because even if her stilettos seemed glued to the floor her heart was telling her to run.
Do you want to go somewhere? Nicks mouth said the words, though his brain insisted he shouldnt. Just us. And Alisons eyes jerked down instead of up. Down to his forearm, to the blond hairs on it, to long-fingered hands that she wanted to wrap around hers. And maybe it was the overhead gas heaters in the beer garden, but the air was hot and her mind wasnt clear because with the pulse of the music and the laughter from beyond, it would, at that moment, have been so very easy to just be twenty-four.
To just be.
And, of course, just a moment later she recalled why she couldnt just be.
Alison looked up then to green eyes that awaited her response, that could never guess the inner turmoil inside her, who assumed, that for Alison, it was as easy as making a decision and grabbing her bag.
She shook her head and with good reason. Coogee was teeming with holidaymakers, with good-looking, testosterone-laden, here for a good time not a long time males, and even if he was gorgeous, Nick could never be any different.
No, thanks.
Hey, Nick! Moiras radar located them and rather unsteadily she teetered towards them. Were heading into town
Alison didnt wait to see if Nick was joining them. Instead she said goodnight, gathered her bag and walked, not along the street but along a beach that was dotted with small groups and some couples, and it was a relief to be out of there and a relief to be alone.
He was dangerous.
At least, he was to someone like her.
He had been flirtingoh, not anything major, but his glorious attention had homed in on her, more than a touch. She was quite sure that Nick did want to get to know her a little betterwhich, to Alison, just seemed pointless. Hed be gone in a few weeks, he was just there for some fun, which Alison didnt readily do.
Why, she asked herself as she walked along the beach she knew and loved, couldnt she be like Ellie, or Moirajust out there having fun, without worrying about tomorrow?
Her phone buzzed in her bag and she didnt need to check it to know it was from her mother. It was fifteen minutes after midnight after all.
I just texted you! Rose said as she walked in the door. I just wanted to know if you were going to be late.
I said Id call if I was.
Well, it is after midnight.
Well, it is after midnight. For a shadow of a second, she could almost hear Tims voice, could almost picture her brother standing right where she was in the kitchen, good-naturedly teasing Rose when he came in late at night and Rose complained.
Except there had been Dad then to argue his case for him and, anyway, Tim had a way to him that always won their mum around.
God, but she missed him.
And her father too.
Missed, not just the people but the family they had been then, the security the others had provided, unnoticed at the time, the certainty they were there for each other, which had all been ripped away. So instead of a smart retort Alison looked instead at the fear in her mothers eyes and apologised for not texting and had a cup of tea and a chat with her mum, till Rose headed off for bed.
Then later, alone, when surely all her friends were still out, she went on the computer and checked her social network profile. She had one friend request and, yes, it was from Nick. He must befriend everyone, Alison decided, but she did click on his name, hoping for another little peek at his profile, except that, apart from his photo, all the rest of the photos and information were private.
She went to accept his friend request and for a moment her finger hovered, then she chose to ignore it.
Very deliberately she ignored it, even if they did have eighteen mutual friends between them.
It was one a.m. on a Saturday after all.
A girl had some pride.
CHAPTER THREE
ARE you okay?
They were waiting for a multi-trauma at eight a.m. on Monday morning. The sky was black with a storm and the roads like ice after a long dry spell. Alison was in Resus this morning and so too was Nick. Shed said good morning at the bus stop, then moved to her regular seat. Ignored him in the staffroom that morning, her head buried in the crossword, but now they stood on opposite sides of the trauma bed, all set up and gowned up, waiting for the patients to arrive, though they were taking longer to get there than anticipated and Alison was quiet.
Im fine.
Look, about the other night
What about the other night? She frowned over her mask to him.
I got waylaid by Moira and then youd gone.
Im not even thinking about thatI just hate getting kids in.
Yes, it happened day in and day out, but some days you just hated it so and Nick, cool, confident Nick, actually coloured up a little bit, because for once, with a woman, it wasnt about him. Hed awoken slightly disconcerted on Saturday, and had spent the rest of the day trying ignore a niggle. Hed swum, walked for a while, but had ended up at a cemetery that was, strange as it might sound, both fascinating and beautiful, and then back to the flat, where that niggle had developed a name as hed checked his social network profile and, no, she hadnt responded to that request either.
ETA five minutes! Sheila called, and he watched as Alison blinked twice.
Theyre taking ages.
Rush-hour.
Its still ages.
It might not be that bad, Nick said. Were set up for everything; well worry, if we need to, when they get here.
It was actually very good advice and Alison gave a thin smile. Is that what you do?
I try to, Nick replied. Right now Im trying to work out seven downbegins with L, ends in E, recurring.
Life, Alison said, and he grinned. Im stuck on it too.
Hows the flat-hunting? he asked. Any luck?
And she was about to shrug, to get back to worrying about the family that was coming in, but Nick was right. Until they arrived there was no point, so instead she followed his lead.
Actually, yes! Shed sworn not to get her hopes up, not to say a word, but she was so delighted she couldnt help herself. I got a phone call from a real estate agent about a flat, and though its not officially on the market yet, hes arranging an inspection. Its within my price range and they want a quick saleIt all sounds a bit too good to be true.
It might be your time for some good luck.
How was the rest of your weekend? Alison asked, because, well, she was interested and she wanted to get back to normal with him and he was so easy to talk to. Any surfing?
Well, I wouldnt quite call it surfing, but I did manage to get up and stay up for about half a second. It was great He stopped in mid-sentence as a siren blared the first ambulances arrival. Okay, Nick said, now we can get back to worrying.
Her name was Polly and she was seven and petrified and on a trauma board, her head strapped down. She was so scared that she wasnt even crying.
Hi, there, Polly. Nick smiled down at her. Im Nick, Im a doctor. Youre having a rotten morning, arent you? He spoke reassuringly to her as he rapidly examined her while Alison transferred the oxygen tubes. The paramedics had started an IV and were feeding information as they worked on. Alison was cutting off Pollys school uniform, attaching her to monitors and getting her observations.
Wheres my mum? Her little teeth were chattering, just one thing on her mind, and Alison glanced over at Todd, the paramedic, who nodded his head towards the door and Alison went over.
Shes being cut out of the car, Todd explained. Shes conscious, but shes got some nasty cuts and is really agitated. She should be in soon. The police are trying to get hold of Dad.
Thanks, Alison said, but nothing else, and headed back to Polly. Mum will be coming in soon, and were getting hold of Dad, but right now we need to make sure youre okay.
Amazingly she appeared to be.
There were some minor cuts and bruises, but she was neurologically sound and her abdomen was soft and nontender. After a thorough examination and some cervical spine films, they peeled off the board and beneath it was a little girl who was a bit calmer, but still shaky, asking after her mum and very worried about her dad.
Hes got an interview. Now Polly did start crying.
Hey, Nick said, dont worry about that. Your dad will be so relieved that youre okay. Except the little girl could not be consoled.
Can I move her over to a cubicle? Alison checked with Nick, and then spoke away from Polly. Mums about to arrive
Sure, just He didnt finish, and Alison didnt wait to find out or to be toldyes, she would keep a very close eye on Polly.
She could see Todd hanging around, taking ages to sort out the blankets, and she deliberately ignored him. Alison didnt like him. He was good at his job and everything but he had asked her out a few times and didnt know how to take no for an answer. Hed also been out with half the department, and expected Alison to follow suit.
Hey, Alison. Todd came over. How is she?
Fine, Alison answered. Were just about to move her out of Resus.
How are you?
Fine, came her reply, but she didnt elaborate, actually refusing to speak to him about anything other than work.
She was glad she had moved Polly out, though her mums sobs still reached the cubicle and after rechecking the little girls obs, Alison didnt try to placate her. Ill go and find out how she is.
The police were outside in the corridor and they brought Alison up to speed on things before she went in. Ellie and Sheila, the unit manager, were helping Nick and Alison observed for a moment before asking how she was doing.
Shes got a nasty arm laceration that needs to go straight to Theatre, Ellie said. Shes hysterical. Nicks told her that her little girls okay.
This is the nurse looking after Polly, Nick told his patient, and Alison went over to the distraught woman. Rebecca, he added, and Alison nodded.
Im looking after Polly, Alison said. Shes doing really well. As soon as youre more settled you can see her.
David?
Your husband? Alison checked. Ive just spoken to the police and hes on his way in.
Hell be so worried.
Ill look out for him, Alison promised. Ill speak to him the second he arrives and Ill bring him in to Polly and to you just as soon as I can.
Hell be
Ill look after him, Alison said gently. Try not to worry.
Where are they? The man, who was chalk-white and looked as if he might pass out any second, needed no introduction. Alison knew this must be the father. A security man was running in behind him, about to tell him to move his car, but Alison dealt with practicalities, got the keys from him and asked for permission for Security to move it. David was really in no state to drive.
Theyre going to be okay, Alison said, and guided him straight to a side room. Let me just talk to you for a moment and then Ill take you in to see Polly. She knew he needed to see his daughter, but in the state he was in, he would just upset Polly more.
Pollys escaped lightly, Alison explained. Shes got some cuts and a few bruises across her chest and to her shoulder from the seat belt, but shes talking and shes fine.
Rebecca?
Shes got a nasty arm laceration and theyre talking about taking her straight to Theatre. There might be some concussion and theyre going to arrange for a head CT. Shes very distressed, they had to cut her out of the car, but she knows where she is and whats happened, and shes very worried about Polly and about you.
Oh, God. He bunched his hands by his head and took in some deep breaths. I thought the worst
Of course you did, Alison said gently. We were prepared for the worst too, but they do seem to be relatively okay. Ill get the doctor to speak to you just as soon as he can.
I dont think I even said goodbye this morning. Ive got a job interview today Alison frowned, because shed heard Polly going on about it. I was so worked up about it, I cant even remember if I said goodbye And he broke down then and Alison listened and found out that he had lost his job nine months ago, that he had, in fact, had a nervous breakdown and was still struggling to deal with things, but was slowly picking up. And because she listened she heard too that today was a vital day, so much hope had been pinned on it, that this job had meant everything, right up till this point. She could understand now how upset Rebecca would be, not about the job but about her husbands reaction.
Let me take you in to Polly, Alison said when he had calmed down. And Ill let your wife know that youre here.
He did really well, he smiled and said all the right things to Pollythat the interview didnt matter a scrap, just as long as she and her mother were okay, that they would be fine, that they were all going to be fine. Rarely for Alison, she felt a sting of tears at the backs of her eyes and left them to it to go and speak with the wife.
Hi, Rebecca. Alison came in as Nick and the trauma surgeons looked at the patients arm, and though Nick was concentrating, he still heard her speak. Pollys fine, her dads with herand hes fine. He really is okay. Rebecca started crying and bizarrely for a second it sounded to Nick as if it was the husband who was hurt. Ive told him that when the surgeons have finished looking at your arm Ill bring him in to see you. Rebecca, hes holding up really well. And the arm Nick was holding down for the surgeons to assess relaxed just a little bit beneath his fingers.
Davids told me all thats been going on, Alison continued, and, honestly, now that he knows you two are going to be okay, he really is fine.
He cant cope with things, Rebecca said, and it was the first proper conversation shed managed since her arrival.
Not the little things perhaps, Alison said, and stroked the poor womans cheek. But hes dealing well with this. Maybe hes finding out hes stronger than he thinks.
So much hinges on today
I know. She glanced up at Nick. David had an important job interview today, Alison explained, then looked back at the patient. When things are more settled we could ring the company and explain whats happened. She paused and hoped, not wanting to presume but grateful when he stepped in.
Im happy to do that, Nick said.
Thats good, Alison said to Rebecca. It will sound better coming from a doctor. And Nick looked down at his patient and saw her close her eyes in relief, felt her body relax and he realised that head CT wasnt quite so urgent.
Theres a lot of stress going on for them, Alison murmured to Nick. They really didnt need this.
Thanks, Nick said. He realised hed learned something, and whatever it was he decided he would process it later.
As Ellie prepared Rebecca for Theatre, knowing what would put his patients mind at rest more than any medication, Nick made the phone call Alison had suggested, then returned to tell the couple how it had gone. They were really grateful for you letting them know, Nick told David. Especially with all thats going on. Theyve asked you to ring later in the day or tomorrow if you get a chance to arrange another time. They sound pretty keen, he added, then glanced up as Alison came in with a nervous Polly.
Heres Mum, Alison said, and Rebecca and Polly had a kiss and a cuddle before Rebecca was taken to Theatre, because only seeing her mum would truly reassure the anxious child.
Im going to take her up to the childrens ward soon, Alison told Rebecca. Just for observation. Theyll make a fuss of her. You can ring her this evening when youre back from Theatre and feeling betteror one of the staff might bring her up for a little visit.
Shes nice Rebecca said when Alison had left. Nick agreed, saying that Polly was being well looked after by her, then told his patient to put her oxygen mask back on because he didnt want to think about how nice Alison wasthere was more to Alison than there was time to know, more to her than there was scope to explore. No, he really didnt need this.
Heading into the staffroom for a quick lunch break later, when Ellie asked if he was going to the social club that night, it would have been far more sensible to answer that gleam in her eye with a smile and a Yes, or take Moira up on that offer to go to that Irish pub, because instinct told him that they knew the rulesthat he was on holiday and not here for a long time, just a good one, but instead all he really noticed was that Alison had glasses on today while doing the crossword and didnt look up to hear his response, though her cheeks burnt red and her ears were pink as she pretended to concentrate on the puzzle in front of her. Because the seat next to her was the only one left, he chose it, peered over her shoulder and, yes, she was stuck on the same word as hed been. He was about to nudge her, to tease her, because leitmotif was a word it had taken him a full morning to get, but he deliberately stopped himself.
Leitmotif! He heard the triumph in her voice and ignored it, felt the haste of her pen beside him, and it took every bit of effort not to turn round and join her in that moment.
No, this Nick really didnt need.
CHAPTER FOUR
ALISON doesnt want to be my friend.
He lasted two days.
Two days trying not to notice how her neck went a little bit pink when he spoke to her. Two days ignoring the fragrance of her hair when their heads occasionally met over a patient, or that now and then shed rub her forehead and on would come her glasses. Two days of just talking, just keeping it as it was, then, as happened at times, but had to happen on this day, Alison came off the worse for wear with an inebriated patient. Showered and changed into the most threadbare, faded scrubs, Nick got the most astonishing view of what appeared to be a purple bra and panties, before Sheila pointed the problem out and Alison put on a theatre gown. Like a dressing gown over pyjamas, Nick thought, and then tried not to think, and then just stopped thinking for a dangerous moment as she sat next to him writing up his notes, her ponytail wet and heavy, and he forgot, just simply forgot not to flirt.
Why dont you want to be my friend, Alison? He nudged her as if they were sitting in a classroom and Alison, who wasnt having the greatest day, annoyed with herself for not replacing her spare uniform, found herself trying not to smile, yet she did carry on the joke and put her arm over the notes she was writing as if he was trying to copy her.
I am your friend, Nick.
Not on Facebook
I havent got time to play online Alison said. Some of us live and work in the real worldIm studying to get on this trauma course.
Youre friends with Ellie. He grinned and then stopped, and so too did Alison. There was this charge in the air; it would be far safer to carry on writing, or just get up and go, but she didnt, she just sat. Are you going to have to get the bus wearing that? Only I can
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CAROL MARINELLI
Daredevil doctor to doting daddy?Eastern Beach Hospital is just the next stop for doctor Nick Roberts he's left broken hearts on every continent! But Nick's fun-loving attitude is so infectious that his patients and nurse Alison Carter are unwillingly hooked. One night with Nick leaves Alison with a new zest for life and one rather more unexpected gift
Her Little Secret
Carol Marinelli
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Table of Contents
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Title Page (#u8eaf4fda-282b-5a43-a320-dbb58e15d112)
About the Author (#ub32f337f-cb30-56ce-8f5c-f1118da69ec6)
Chapter One (#ub3511fea-2fb8-559d-a31e-50c6f729f956)
Chapter Two (#u20970368-bfb3-54b9-ba84-5d0dfb120396)
Chapter Three (#u2117bb5a-eb1a-5783-8c6f-c2689e942d14)
Chapter Four (#u4335fd5e-28be-5a68-8c9a-896f7c51d67d)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Dear Reader
Some people are naturally more cautious than othersthat was certainly the case with my heroine, Alison. For her, it wasnt just a matter of nature, but nurture tooso I really felt for her when she looked up one morning into the gorgeous eyes of Nick and suddenly there it was: her chance to follow her heart and be just a little bit wild and have fun.
Given that Im not particularly cautious, at times I just wanted to tell her to go for itin fact, against Alisons better judgement, I made her go for it.
I told you, is still ringing in my ears.
Happy reading!
Carol x
About the Author
CAROL MARINELLI recently filled in a form where she was asked for her job title, and was thrilled, after all these years, to be able to put down her answer as writer. Then it asked what Carol did for relaxation. After chewing her pen for a moment Carol put down the truthwriting. The third question askedWhat are your hobbies? Well, not wanting to look obsessed or, worse still, boring, she crossed the fingers on her free hand and answered swimming and tennis. But, given that the chlorine in the pool does terrible things to her highlights, and the closest shes got to a tennis racket in the last couple of years is watching the Australian Open, Im sure you can guess the real answer!
CHAPTER ONE
AFTER you.
Alison Carter gave brief thanks as someone stepped aside and she shuffled onto the bus, coffee in hand, and took a seat in her usual spot, halfway down, to the left of the bus and next to the window.
Morning was just peeking in and the sky was full of purples and oranges as the doors hissed closed and the bus made its slow way up the hill. Even though shed bought a newspaper, till the bus turned the corner Alison did as she always did and stared out at the glorious viewto the energetic joggers on the foreshore, the walkers on the beach, the swimmers in the ocean and out beyond, to where the patient surfers bobbed quietly, waiting for the next good wave.
It was a slice of heaven.
A view that reminded Alison, because sometimes she needed reminding, that she lived in surely the most beautiful part of the world, that she had absolutely nothing to complain about. It was an internal pep talk that she delivered to herself quite often when the travel bug stungyes, there were other beaches, other worlds to explore, but here was where she belonged and, if you had to be stuck somewhere, then Coogee was a very nice place to be
Stuck.
Alison closed her eyes for just a second, leant her temple against the window and told herself to stop using that word.
Having recently read an article on positive thinking and the harm of negative self-talk and thoughts, she was resolutely reframing and rephrasing, but she was finding it to be an almost full-time job.
It was a very nice place to be, Alison told herself.
To just be!
As the bus took on its next load of passengers, then commenced its slow turn into the hilly street that would take them from Coogee to Eastern Beaches Hospital where she worked, Alison turned away to concentrate on her newspaper.
Then she saw him.
Craning his neck for a final glimpse of the beach too, it was, Alison was sure, the man who had let her on the bus before himself. The flash of blond hair and pale shirt that shed glimpsed as shed turned and briefly thanked him actually belonged to a man more beautiful than any she had ever seen and only then did she recall his English accent, and she was sure, quite sure, that the man she was looking at was the Nick Roberts.
Despite having been on days off from her job as an accident and emergency nurse, Alison had heard all about him from her friends and colleagues. Ellie had told her all about the gorgeous, completely gorgeous new locum registrar, who was filling in in Emergency while the senior registrar, Cort Mason, took some long overdue extended leave. Even Moira had sent her two texts worth of information about the nice surprise shed found on her late shift one afternoon, warning her that he had to be seen to be believed.
Presuming that it was him, thanks to the hospital grapevine, and because nurses loved to gossip, Alison knew rather a lot about the handsome stranger on her bus. He had been travelling for six months and was doing a two-month stint in Sydney, getting some money together to spend on his prolonged journey home, first to New Zealand and then home to the UK via Asia, and, Ellie had said droolingly, while he was in Sydney, he was staying in Coogee.
It probably wasnt him, Alison told herself. Coogee was hardly the outback, there were loads of gorgeous men, loads of travellers, yet she was quite sure that it was him, because this man had to be seen to be believed.
Taller than most, he was sitting on a side seat, doing the crossword in the newspaper, and he kept forgetting to tuck his legs in, having to move them every time someone got on or got off. He had on dark grey, linen trousers and a paler grey shirt. And, yes, there were loads of Englishmen staying in Coogeehe could be anyone, but holidaymakers and travellers werent usually on the two-minutes-past-six bus. It was, Alison knew, after nearly three years of taking this very route, a fairly regular lot she joined on the bus each morning.
Of course he caught her looking and he gave her a very nice smile, an open, possibly even flirting smile, and all it served to do was annoy Alison as she pulled her eyes away and back to her newspaper. In fact, she wanted to tell him that shed been looking, not because he was drop dead gorgeous but because she thought she knew who he was.
And if she was right, then hed be the last person shed be interested in.
Shed heard all about him from her friendsthe string of broken hearts he had left behind on his travels and daredevil attitude in his quest for adventure.
So, instead of thinking about him, Alison, as always, read her horoscope, which was too cryptic for such an early hour, so she turned, as she always did on a Friday, to the travel section, only the sting she so regularly felt became just a touch more inflamed as she read that airfares had come down dramatically. Even if it was too early for cryptic horoscopes the arithmetic was easyher meticulous savings, combined with the money her father had left her, were enough for a tiny deposit on an even tinier flat or a round-the-world trip and a year or two spent following her heart.
Alison knew what her father would have chosen.
But she knew too what it would do to her mother.
She glanced up again to the man she thought was Nick Roberts. He had given up on his crossword and sat dozing now, and Alison stared, annoyed with a stranger who had been nothing but polite, jealous of a man she had never even metbecause if this was Nick Roberts, then he was living her dream.
Maybe he felt her watching, because green eyes suddenly opened and met hers. He had caught her looking again and smiled. Embarrassed, Alison stood as her bus stop approached, and it was either be extremely rude or return his smile as she walked past.
Morning, Alison said, and then to show him she said morning and smiled at everyone, she said it to someone else who caught her eye as she moved down the bus.
And it had to be him because he was standing up too and this was the hospital bus stop and there certainly couldnt be two people as lovely as him working there.
They probably werent, but Alison felt as if his eyes were on her as she walked through the car park and towards Emergency, and she was rather relieved when her friend and colleague Ellie caught up with her.
Nice days off? Ellie asked. Any luck with the flat-hunt?
None, Alison admitted. Well, there was one flat that I could just about afford but it needs a kitchen.
You could live without a nice kitchen for a while, Ellie pointed out.
Theres a hole in the side wall where the kitchen burnt down. Alison managed a wry laugh as she recalled the viewing, the initial optimism as shed walked through the small but liveable lounge, and then the sheer frustration as the renovators delight that shed thought she had found had turned out to be uninhabitable. Its impossible Alison carried on, but shed lost her audience because Dr Long Legs had caught up, and Ellie, who never missed an opportunity to flirt, called over to him and he fell in step beside them.
This is Alison. Alison, this is Nick, Ellie said, and none-too-discreetly gave her friend a nudge that said he was the Nick. Hes with us for a couple of months.
Hi, Nick, Alison said, and then to salvage herself, she gave him a smile. We met on the bus.
We did.
Anyone new tends to stand outits a pretty regular lot on the six a.m., Alison added, just to make it clear why shed noticed him!
Alisons flat-hunting, Ellie said.
Shoebox-hunting, Alison corrected.
At twenty-four it was high past the time when she should have left home. Yes, most of her friends still lived at home and had no intention of leaving in a rush, but her friends didnt have Rose as a mother, who insisted on a text if she was going to be ten minutes late, and as for staying out for the nightwell, for the stress it caused her mother it was easier just to go home.
Alison had moved out at eighteen to share a house with some other nursing students but at the end of her training, just as shed been about to set off for a year of travel that her mother had pleaded she didnt take, her brother and father had died in an accident. Of course, she had moved straight back home, but though it had seemed right and necessary at the time, three years on Alison was beginning to wonder if her being there was actually hindering her mother from moving on. House-sharing no longer appealed and so the rather fruitless search for her own place had commenced.
There are a couple of places Ive seen that are nice and in my price range, Alison sighed, but theyre miles from the beach.
Youre a nurse Ellie laughed. You cant afford bay views.
I dont need a view, Alison grumbled, but walking distance to the beach at least She was being ridiculous, she knew, but she was so used to having the beach a five-minute walk away that it was going to be harder to give up than coffee.
Im on Alisons side. Nick joined right in with the conversation. Im flat-sitting for a couple I know while theyre back in the UK. He told her the location and Alison let out a low whistle because anything in that street was stunning. Its pretty spectacular. Ive never been a beach person, but Im walking there every morning or eveningand sitting on the balcony at night
Its not just the view, though, Alison said. They were walking through Emergency now. Its just She didnt really know how to explain it. It wasnt just the beach eitherit was her walks on the cliffs, her coffee from the same kiosk in the morning, her cherry and ricotta strudel at her favourite caf. She didnt want to leave it, her mother certainly didnt want her to leave either, but, unless she was going to live at home for ever, unless she was going to be home by midnight every night or constantly account for her movements, she wanted somewhere close enough to home but far enough to live her own life.
Im going to get a drink before He gave her a smile as they reached the female change rooms. I look forward to working with you.
Told you! Ellie breathed as they closed the doors. I told you, didnt I?
You did, Alison agreed, tying up her long brown hair and pulling on her lanyard. Have you got my stethoscope?
Thats all that youve got to say?
Ellie, yes, you did tell me and, yes, for once you havent exaggerated. Hes completely stunning, but right now I need my stethoscope back. She certainly didnt need to be dwelling on the gorgeous Nick Roberts who was there for just a few weeks and already had every woman completely under his spell.
Here. Ellie handed back the stethoscope she had yet again borrowed. Have a look at him on Facebooktheres one of him bungee-jumping and hes upside down and his T-shirts round his neck Ellie grinned as Alison rolled her eyes. Theres no harm in looking.
Ellie raced off to the staffroom, ready to catch up on all the gossip, and for a moment Alison paused, catching sight of her reflectionbrown hair, serious brown eyes, neat figure, smart navy pants and white top. Her image just screamed sensible. Too sensible by far for the likes of Nick. Yes, he was a fine specimen and all that, but he also knew it and Alison was determined not to give him the satisfaction of joining his rather large throng of admirers.
He was sitting in the staffroom as he had on the bus, with his long legs sprawled out, drinking a large mug of tea and leading the conversation as if hed been there for years instead of one week, regaling them all with his exploitsthe highlight a motorbike ride through the outbackwhich did nothing to impress Alison. In fact, the very thought made her shudder and prompted a question.
How is that guy from last week? Alison turned to Ellie. Did you follow him up?
What one?
Just as I went off last Sundaythe young guy on the motorbike? And then she stopped, realising it sounded rude, perhaps a touch inappropriate given Nicks subject matter, though she hadnt meant it to. Nick had just reminded her to ask.
We didnt have any ICU beds, one of the other staff answered, so he was transferred.
Thanks, Alison said, looking up at the clock, and so did everyone else, all heading out for handover.
She really didnt want to like him.
He unsettled her for reasons she didnt want to examine and she hoped he was horrible to work witharrogant, or dismissive with the patients. Unfortunately, he was lovely.
Im here for a good time, not a long time, she heard him say to some young surfer who had cut his arm on the rocks. Nick was stitching as Alison came in to give the young man his tetanus shot. I want to cram in as much as I can while Im here.
Come down in the morning, surfer boy said. Ill give you some tips.
Didnt I just tell you to keep the wound clean and dry? Nick admonished, and then grinned. I guess salt waters good for it, though. Ill look forward to it.
Youre going surfing with him? Alison blinked.
He lives near me and who better to teach me than a local? Nick said. Do you?
Do I what?
Surf.
Alison rolled her eyes. Because Im Australian?
No, he said slowly, those green eyes meeting hers. Because you want to. And she stood there for a moment, felt her cheeks darken, felt for just a moment as if he was looking at her, not staid, sensible Alison but the woman she had once been, or rather the woman she had almost become, the woman who was in there, hiding.
If I wanted to, I would, Alison replied, and somehow, despite the wobble in her soul, her voice was even. Ive got a beach on my doorstep after all.
I guess, Nick said, but she could almost hear his tongue in his cheek. Ill let you know what its like.
His assumption irritated her, perhaps more than it should have, but she wasnt going to dwell on it. Shed save a suitable come-back for laterperhaps this time tomorrow morning when she was stitching his forehead after his board hit him, Alison thought, taking the next patient card from the pile.
Louise Haversham? Alison called out to the waiting room, and when there was no answer she called the name again.
Two minutes! came the answer, a pretty blonde holding up her hand at Alisons interruption and carrying on her conversation on her phone, but perhaps realising that Alison was about to call the next name on the list she concluded her call and walked with Alison to a cubicle.
How long have you had toothache for? Alison asked, checking Louises temperature and noting it on her card.
Well, its been niggling for a couple of weeks but it woke me up at four and I couldnt get back to sleep.
Have you seen your dentist? Alison asked, and Louise shook her head.
Ive been too busyIm working two jobs. She glanced up at the clock. How long will the doctor be? Im supposed to be at work at nine.
Then Alison had better hurry the doctor along!
Whos next? Nick asked cheerfully. A nice motorbike crash, perhaps? He winked, just to show her hed heard her in the staffroom.
Im saving the good stuff for later, Alison said. Ive got a toothache.
Im sorry to hear it.
She rolled her eyes at the very old joke, but it did make her smile just a little bit and he was so easy to talk to, because somewhere between the work station and Cubicle Five shed told him that she was going to the dentist herself next week. He opened the curtain where the very pretty blonde with a sore tooth that couldnt possibly wait till nine a.m. for a dentist was no longer chatting on her phone but cupping her jaw in her hand and looking an absolute picture of misery.
Good morning. He introduced himself and Louise introduced herself and managed, Alison noted, despite her agony, to perk up just a touch and give him a very brave smile.
Im so sorry. She was far nicer to Nick than she had been to Alison. I just couldnt stand it any longer. I havent slept all night
Not at all. Dental pains awful, Nick said. Warning her he wasnt a dentist, he first had a feel of her jaw before he looked in her mouth, then long brown fingers examined her jaw again and felt around her neck. What was her temperature? Nick asked, and Alison told him it was normal. Theres no swelling. Still, I think we should give you something for the pain and a poultice for the tooth, but you really do need to see your dentist. He turned round. Alison, do we have any oil of cloves?
Right at the back of the treatment cupboard.
Busy? her friend Moira asked minutes later as she watched Alison curiously.
Frantic! She rolled her eyes to show that she wasnt in the least. Im making an oil-of-cloves poultice, Alison said, her own teeth slightly gritted.
A what? Moira frowned. Whats that?
Some old English treatment. Actually, I remember my mum giving this to me once. Ive never been asked for it.
Nick? Moira checked and gave a little sigh. He asked me for some gentian violet yesterday. She held up her palms to show the evidence. He dishes out the TLC, wish hed dish some out in my direction! Moira was Irish, just passing through Coogee too as she nursed and travelled her way around the world. She was fun and flirty and justfun!
Is he always so nice to everyone? Its like a social club in Section B.
Always, Moira said cheerfully.
Returning to Cubicle Five, Alison wondered if hed still be so nice when the place was frantic, but for now he was taking his time with his patient.
Okay, Louise, Ive given you a note for the dentistyou need to get that seen to this morning.
Louise, once shed bitten down on her cotton bud soaked in oil of cloves, managed to rally enough to tell him the name of the bar she worked at in the city, and that she was on at the weekend if he wanted to stop by for a drink on the house.
Im working Nick grinned but thats terribly kind of you.
Hes worth getting toothache for, Louise commented as he swept out and only the fresh scent of him lingered. They shared a little smile. If I suddenly come over all dizzy, will you call him back for me?
Ill get Amy, the other registrar. Alison winked. Shes good with dizzy females.
Shame.
Nick changed the atmosphere of the placehe seemed delighted to be there, nothing was too trivial and nothing major unnerved him, as Alison found out when the husband of a swollen-ankle case suddenly complained of chest pain and started to pass out. Still Nick remained unruffled, breaking the gentlemans fall as Alison quickly wheeled out his wife, pressing the emergency bell and collecting the crash trolley.
By the time she returned, about twenty seconds later, the man had gone into full arrest and between them they had him clipped to the portable monitor, with Alison commencing cardiac massage even before help had arrived.
Lets get him down to Resus. Amy, the emergency registrar, called for a trolley, but Nick thought otherwise.
Lets just keep going here. It was a tiny override, or just a difference of opinionnothing reallybut when Amy, who easily took offence, simply nodded and they all just carried on working on the man on the cubicle floor, Alison realised the respect he had garnered in the short while he had been here.
Pads on, Nick shocked him, and before the crash team had arrived, the poor man was back in sinus rhythm and starting to come round.
Its okay, sir Nicks was absolutely the voice you wanted to come round to. He didnt talk down to the man and he didnt scare him as he lay there groaning. Youre doing fineyour heart went into an irregular rhythm but its beating normally now. He smiled up to Amy. Okay, lets get him on a trolley and down to you guys. Ill go and speak with his wife.
What was he in for? Amy asked.
Hes here with his wife, Doreen, Nick explained. Shes got an ankle injury.
Having seen what was going on, Libby, the receptionist, had taken Doreen to an interview room and taken the husbands details from the shaken woman. After quickly writing his notes and checking the new patients name, Nick walked down to the interview room with Alison.
He was very thorough, first checking her husbands details and assuming nothingthat Ernest was, in fact, her husband and finding out if she had contacted anyone. Then Nick got to the point, explaining that it would appear Ernest had had a heart attack.
It probably doesnt feel it now, but your husband is an extremely lucky manhe could not have been in a better place when this happened.
Will he be okay?
We certainly hope so. Hes conscious, the cardiologists will be running some tests now, but certainly the next twenty-four hours will be critical. Im going to go and speak with my colleagues now and find out some more for you. I suggest you ring your son and get some family here to support you. He stood and shook her hand. And Ill be back soon to take a good look at your ankle.
He was a complete and utter pleasure to work with, to be around, so much so that when Alison ducked into the staffroom for a ten-minute break later that morning, she wanted to turn tail and run, because it was just him in there and to be alone in his rather dazzling company rather terrified her.
What about this?
She frowned as he handed her the local newspaper with an advertisement circleda one-bedroom flat, two streets from the beach, and it wasnt that expensive. Ive already seen it, Alison admitted. Its above a pub that has live music six nights a week. She sat down next to him. I did seriously think about it, though. Thanks, she added. You didnt have to do that.
Cant help myself, Nick admitted. I love looking at real estateIve chosen the one I want And he showed her the stunning apartment hed circled, with bay views and a balcony as big as the staffroom they were sitting in. Nice to dream.
And it was, because Alison had circled the very same one in her own local newspaper, had looked it up on the net and taken a virtual tour of the place.
You cant have it because its already mine.
Its a great spot, Nick said. I can absolutely see why you dont want to move away.
And they got to talking, about she was on late shift tomorrow and she had to squeeze in two flat inspections beforehand, and there was a mixture of both relief and disappointment when he told her he was off for the weekend. Relief that hed told a little white lie to Louise and the stab of disappointment Alison did her very best to ignore. Instead she told him how she loved to walk on the cliffs on her days off and, strange as it sounded, there was the most beautiful cemetery that he just had to explore, then about the coffee bar that did the ricotta cheese and cherry strudel which she rewarded herself with now and then. Then the intercom buzzedsomeone searching for Nickand Alison realised that her fifteen-minute break had turned into twenty-five.
Told you. Ellie smirked when she came round that evening on her way out for the night.
Told me what? Alison said, letting her in. There was no way shed give Ellie so much as a hint that hed won her over too, but Ellie was having none of it. Once shed said hi to Rose, and chatted for a few minutes about an engagement present for a friends party the following week, she asked to go on the computer.
There! Ellie was already a friend of his on Facebookalong with four hundred and thirty-seven othersand, yes, hanging upside down on a rope, his stomach looked lovely with his T-shirt around his neck. Alison did note that his status was single, and held her breath as she read about his crazy adventureswhitewater rafting, rock-climbing, swimming in waterholes. And she didnt care if there were only freshwater crocodiles there, he was dangerous and reckless and everything she didnt want.
Great day at workI love this place, Nick suddenly updated his status, and Alison blinked.
She thought of the toothaches and grumbles and moans down in section B and the drama with Ernest, which was pretty much routine in Emergencyit had been an okay day, even a good day perhaps, but hardly great.
Except, somehow hed made it so.
Out to sample local delights, he added, and Alison rather hoped it wasnt Louise.
Ellie happily scrolled through what was just loads of chatter and comments from friends, and about a thousand photos.
He broke off his engagement before he came here, Ellie said knowledgeably.
How do you know?
You can find out anything on this. Well, Im not sure he broke it off, but I think so, and look Ellie was a machine and in no time at all had located photos of the once happy couple, but Alison had better things to do than fill her head with Nick.
Come out with us, Ellie pushed. Get some dinnerlisten to a band.
And Alison was about to again say no, she had to be up early for flat inspections and then work a late shift tomorrow, as Rose pointed out.
There are a few of us meeting up. Ellie smiled. You never know wholl be there.
Which was a very good reason to decline, a very good reason to stay away, but instead of declining Alison gave her mum a smile.
Ill be fine for tomorrow. She tried not to notice her mothers pursed lips as she left Ellie on the computer and headed to her room, straightening her already straight hair till it looked a little more done and pulling through some hair gloss, then putting on make-up as she changed from her shorts and T-shirt into something a little more dressy, but not too much. She checked her reflection in the mirror and tried to tone down the blusher on her cheeks before realising it was her own complexion.
If youre going to be out late Rose came to her door.
Im not going to be late, Alison said and then, unusually, she qualified a touch. But if I am, Ill give you a call.
You cant really stay out too long Rose didnt add the unspoken Youve got work
Alison didnt want to argue, she didnt want to point out again that she was twenty-four, that Ellie was on an early shift tomorrow and was still going outthat she had a life, that she wanted to live it.
Instead she crammed her ATM card, her mobile, some cash and her keys into a tiny bag and only when she had bitten back a smart retort did she look up.
Ill let you know if Im going to be late. She gave her mum a kiss on the cheek and said goodnight then headed out to the cool, dark street and along to the bar, trying to join in with Ellies easy chatter, but it was hard to be light-hearted when her mother made it such an effort to just go out. As she stepped into the bar, however, it wasnt her mothers veiled warning or an excess of blusher that had her cheeks pinking up again.
There was Moira and a few others, even Amy the registrar was sitting at the heavy wooden table. Making room for Ellie and Alison to join them, they ordered pizza. It wasnt at all unusual for the emergency crew to go out on a Friday night and, yes, Coogee was lovely and this bar was one hospital staff often frequented. It was just a rather good turnout from Emergency and Alison knew whybecause coming back from the bar, balancing a jug of beer and some glasses with a bottle of water tucked under his arm, was the reason.
Hey! Nick gave her a smile and gave Ellie one too. This was her local, Alison told herself as she took a seat and glanced through the menu. She didnt just work nearby, she lived here, so more than anyone she had good reason to be there.
Except, Alison silently admitted, he was the real one.
CHAPTER TWO
EMERGENCY staff the world over knew how to have a good time when they were out, as Nick pointed out. Even the rather aloof Amy was letting her hair down and had had a dance, when she wasnt monopolising Nick.
Its like a home from home! Nick said to Alison as the table got louder and louder. Not that I regularly joined the Friday night out.
Too senior? Alison asked.
Too sombre, Nick said, at least that was what she thought he said, because the music was really loud. Do you come here often?
Alison grinned as, tongue in cheek, he delivered the cheesy line with a smile. I live five minutes away, but, no, not that often, she admitted, because, well, it was true. I like the cafs and restaurants. She didnt get to finish as Moira tottered over, a little the worse for wear, and tugged at Nick to go and dance. Alison didnt await his response, instead she disappeared through the beer garden and to the loo, where she stood for an inordinately long time, fiddling with her hair. Not that it made any difference but, ridiculously, she felt safer in there.
She could hear the thud-thud-thud of the band through the wall and it matched the thud-thud-thud of her heart, because shed never, not once, found someone so instantly attractive. Oh, she knew she wasnt the only one, yet he was the only onethe only one who just on sight triggered something, just on voice confirmed it, just on scent
Moira Nick peeled the nurses arm from around his neck with a smile. He was actually very good at letting a girl down gently, hed had plenty of practice and though hed enjoyed his holiday to date, the fun stopped when he started workthat sort of fun anyway. He took his work seriously, commanded respect and that was rather hard to come by the morning after a reckless night before. I dont dance.
He didnt flee to the toilets like Alison had, but he made his way there, a little annoyed that he had come, but Amy had suggested it and it had seemed a bit rude to say no. He had sensed things were getting a little out of hand and had been about to head off, but had got talking to Alison and somehow forgotten that he was supposed to be heading for home.
And there she was, walking toward him right now, and here too was the very reason he hadnt headed for home when he should have.
Hey. He smiled down at her and she stopped walking. They stood in the beer garden amidst the noise and the chatter.
I thought you were dancing.
Not for me. He gave her a smile, but it was a wry one, a lying one, a strained one, because as the music tipped into something a little slower, he would at that very moment have danced, would have loved to do just that, because somehow she exceeded his limits, somehow he knew she could break his self-imposed rule, because all of a sudden work didnt matter.
Im just about to head off, Alison admitted, because even if her stilettos seemed glued to the floor her heart was telling her to run.
Do you want to go somewhere? Nicks mouth said the words, though his brain insisted he shouldnt. Just us. And Alisons eyes jerked down instead of up. Down to his forearm, to the blond hairs on it, to long-fingered hands that she wanted to wrap around hers. And maybe it was the overhead gas heaters in the beer garden, but the air was hot and her mind wasnt clear because with the pulse of the music and the laughter from beyond, it would, at that moment, have been so very easy to just be twenty-four.
To just be.
And, of course, just a moment later she recalled why she couldnt just be.
Alison looked up then to green eyes that awaited her response, that could never guess the inner turmoil inside her, who assumed, that for Alison, it was as easy as making a decision and grabbing her bag.
She shook her head and with good reason. Coogee was teeming with holidaymakers, with good-looking, testosterone-laden, here for a good time not a long time males, and even if he was gorgeous, Nick could never be any different.
No, thanks.
Hey, Nick! Moiras radar located them and rather unsteadily she teetered towards them. Were heading into town
Alison didnt wait to see if Nick was joining them. Instead she said goodnight, gathered her bag and walked, not along the street but along a beach that was dotted with small groups and some couples, and it was a relief to be out of there and a relief to be alone.
He was dangerous.
At least, he was to someone like her.
He had been flirtingoh, not anything major, but his glorious attention had homed in on her, more than a touch. She was quite sure that Nick did want to get to know her a little betterwhich, to Alison, just seemed pointless. Hed be gone in a few weeks, he was just there for some fun, which Alison didnt readily do.
Why, she asked herself as she walked along the beach she knew and loved, couldnt she be like Ellie, or Moirajust out there having fun, without worrying about tomorrow?
Her phone buzzed in her bag and she didnt need to check it to know it was from her mother. It was fifteen minutes after midnight after all.
I just texted you! Rose said as she walked in the door. I just wanted to know if you were going to be late.
I said Id call if I was.
Well, it is after midnight.
Well, it is after midnight. For a shadow of a second, she could almost hear Tims voice, could almost picture her brother standing right where she was in the kitchen, good-naturedly teasing Rose when he came in late at night and Rose complained.
Except there had been Dad then to argue his case for him and, anyway, Tim had a way to him that always won their mum around.
God, but she missed him.
And her father too.
Missed, not just the people but the family they had been then, the security the others had provided, unnoticed at the time, the certainty they were there for each other, which had all been ripped away. So instead of a smart retort Alison looked instead at the fear in her mothers eyes and apologised for not texting and had a cup of tea and a chat with her mum, till Rose headed off for bed.
Then later, alone, when surely all her friends were still out, she went on the computer and checked her social network profile. She had one friend request and, yes, it was from Nick. He must befriend everyone, Alison decided, but she did click on his name, hoping for another little peek at his profile, except that, apart from his photo, all the rest of the photos and information were private.
She went to accept his friend request and for a moment her finger hovered, then she chose to ignore it.
Very deliberately she ignored it, even if they did have eighteen mutual friends between them.
It was one a.m. on a Saturday after all.
A girl had some pride.
CHAPTER THREE
ARE you okay?
They were waiting for a multi-trauma at eight a.m. on Monday morning. The sky was black with a storm and the roads like ice after a long dry spell. Alison was in Resus this morning and so too was Nick. Shed said good morning at the bus stop, then moved to her regular seat. Ignored him in the staffroom that morning, her head buried in the crossword, but now they stood on opposite sides of the trauma bed, all set up and gowned up, waiting for the patients to arrive, though they were taking longer to get there than anticipated and Alison was quiet.
Im fine.
Look, about the other night
What about the other night? She frowned over her mask to him.
I got waylaid by Moira and then youd gone.
Im not even thinking about thatI just hate getting kids in.
Yes, it happened day in and day out, but some days you just hated it so and Nick, cool, confident Nick, actually coloured up a little bit, because for once, with a woman, it wasnt about him. Hed awoken slightly disconcerted on Saturday, and had spent the rest of the day trying ignore a niggle. Hed swum, walked for a while, but had ended up at a cemetery that was, strange as it might sound, both fascinating and beautiful, and then back to the flat, where that niggle had developed a name as hed checked his social network profile and, no, she hadnt responded to that request either.
ETA five minutes! Sheila called, and he watched as Alison blinked twice.
Theyre taking ages.
Rush-hour.
Its still ages.
It might not be that bad, Nick said. Were set up for everything; well worry, if we need to, when they get here.
It was actually very good advice and Alison gave a thin smile. Is that what you do?
I try to, Nick replied. Right now Im trying to work out seven downbegins with L, ends in E, recurring.
Life, Alison said, and he grinned. Im stuck on it too.
Hows the flat-hunting? he asked. Any luck?
And she was about to shrug, to get back to worrying about the family that was coming in, but Nick was right. Until they arrived there was no point, so instead she followed his lead.
Actually, yes! Shed sworn not to get her hopes up, not to say a word, but she was so delighted she couldnt help herself. I got a phone call from a real estate agent about a flat, and though its not officially on the market yet, hes arranging an inspection. Its within my price range and they want a quick saleIt all sounds a bit too good to be true.
It might be your time for some good luck.
How was the rest of your weekend? Alison asked, because, well, she was interested and she wanted to get back to normal with him and he was so easy to talk to. Any surfing?
Well, I wouldnt quite call it surfing, but I did manage to get up and stay up for about half a second. It was great He stopped in mid-sentence as a siren blared the first ambulances arrival. Okay, Nick said, now we can get back to worrying.
Her name was Polly and she was seven and petrified and on a trauma board, her head strapped down. She was so scared that she wasnt even crying.
Hi, there, Polly. Nick smiled down at her. Im Nick, Im a doctor. Youre having a rotten morning, arent you? He spoke reassuringly to her as he rapidly examined her while Alison transferred the oxygen tubes. The paramedics had started an IV and were feeding information as they worked on. Alison was cutting off Pollys school uniform, attaching her to monitors and getting her observations.
Wheres my mum? Her little teeth were chattering, just one thing on her mind, and Alison glanced over at Todd, the paramedic, who nodded his head towards the door and Alison went over.
Shes being cut out of the car, Todd explained. Shes conscious, but shes got some nasty cuts and is really agitated. She should be in soon. The police are trying to get hold of Dad.
Thanks, Alison said, but nothing else, and headed back to Polly. Mum will be coming in soon, and were getting hold of Dad, but right now we need to make sure youre okay.
Amazingly she appeared to be.
There were some minor cuts and bruises, but she was neurologically sound and her abdomen was soft and nontender. After a thorough examination and some cervical spine films, they peeled off the board and beneath it was a little girl who was a bit calmer, but still shaky, asking after her mum and very worried about her dad.
Hes got an interview. Now Polly did start crying.
Hey, Nick said, dont worry about that. Your dad will be so relieved that youre okay. Except the little girl could not be consoled.
Can I move her over to a cubicle? Alison checked with Nick, and then spoke away from Polly. Mums about to arrive
Sure, just He didnt finish, and Alison didnt wait to find out or to be toldyes, she would keep a very close eye on Polly.
She could see Todd hanging around, taking ages to sort out the blankets, and she deliberately ignored him. Alison didnt like him. He was good at his job and everything but he had asked her out a few times and didnt know how to take no for an answer. Hed also been out with half the department, and expected Alison to follow suit.
Hey, Alison. Todd came over. How is she?
Fine, Alison answered. Were just about to move her out of Resus.
How are you?
Fine, came her reply, but she didnt elaborate, actually refusing to speak to him about anything other than work.
She was glad she had moved Polly out, though her mums sobs still reached the cubicle and after rechecking the little girls obs, Alison didnt try to placate her. Ill go and find out how she is.
The police were outside in the corridor and they brought Alison up to speed on things before she went in. Ellie and Sheila, the unit manager, were helping Nick and Alison observed for a moment before asking how she was doing.
Shes got a nasty arm laceration that needs to go straight to Theatre, Ellie said. Shes hysterical. Nicks told her that her little girls okay.
This is the nurse looking after Polly, Nick told his patient, and Alison went over to the distraught woman. Rebecca, he added, and Alison nodded.
Im looking after Polly, Alison said. Shes doing really well. As soon as youre more settled you can see her.
David?
Your husband? Alison checked. Ive just spoken to the police and hes on his way in.
Hell be so worried.
Ill look out for him, Alison promised. Ill speak to him the second he arrives and Ill bring him in to Polly and to you just as soon as I can.
Hell be
Ill look after him, Alison said gently. Try not to worry.
Where are they? The man, who was chalk-white and looked as if he might pass out any second, needed no introduction. Alison knew this must be the father. A security man was running in behind him, about to tell him to move his car, but Alison dealt with practicalities, got the keys from him and asked for permission for Security to move it. David was really in no state to drive.
Theyre going to be okay, Alison said, and guided him straight to a side room. Let me just talk to you for a moment and then Ill take you in to see Polly. She knew he needed to see his daughter, but in the state he was in, he would just upset Polly more.
Pollys escaped lightly, Alison explained. Shes got some cuts and a few bruises across her chest and to her shoulder from the seat belt, but shes talking and shes fine.
Rebecca?
Shes got a nasty arm laceration and theyre talking about taking her straight to Theatre. There might be some concussion and theyre going to arrange for a head CT. Shes very distressed, they had to cut her out of the car, but she knows where she is and whats happened, and shes very worried about Polly and about you.
Oh, God. He bunched his hands by his head and took in some deep breaths. I thought the worst
Of course you did, Alison said gently. We were prepared for the worst too, but they do seem to be relatively okay. Ill get the doctor to speak to you just as soon as he can.
I dont think I even said goodbye this morning. Ive got a job interview today Alison frowned, because shed heard Polly going on about it. I was so worked up about it, I cant even remember if I said goodbye And he broke down then and Alison listened and found out that he had lost his job nine months ago, that he had, in fact, had a nervous breakdown and was still struggling to deal with things, but was slowly picking up. And because she listened she heard too that today was a vital day, so much hope had been pinned on it, that this job had meant everything, right up till this point. She could understand now how upset Rebecca would be, not about the job but about her husbands reaction.
Let me take you in to Polly, Alison said when he had calmed down. And Ill let your wife know that youre here.
He did really well, he smiled and said all the right things to Pollythat the interview didnt matter a scrap, just as long as she and her mother were okay, that they would be fine, that they were all going to be fine. Rarely for Alison, she felt a sting of tears at the backs of her eyes and left them to it to go and speak with the wife.
Hi, Rebecca. Alison came in as Nick and the trauma surgeons looked at the patients arm, and though Nick was concentrating, he still heard her speak. Pollys fine, her dads with herand hes fine. He really is okay. Rebecca started crying and bizarrely for a second it sounded to Nick as if it was the husband who was hurt. Ive told him that when the surgeons have finished looking at your arm Ill bring him in to see you. Rebecca, hes holding up really well. And the arm Nick was holding down for the surgeons to assess relaxed just a little bit beneath his fingers.
Davids told me all thats been going on, Alison continued, and, honestly, now that he knows you two are going to be okay, he really is fine.
He cant cope with things, Rebecca said, and it was the first proper conversation shed managed since her arrival.
Not the little things perhaps, Alison said, and stroked the poor womans cheek. But hes dealing well with this. Maybe hes finding out hes stronger than he thinks.
So much hinges on today
I know. She glanced up at Nick. David had an important job interview today, Alison explained, then looked back at the patient. When things are more settled we could ring the company and explain whats happened. She paused and hoped, not wanting to presume but grateful when he stepped in.
Im happy to do that, Nick said.
Thats good, Alison said to Rebecca. It will sound better coming from a doctor. And Nick looked down at his patient and saw her close her eyes in relief, felt her body relax and he realised that head CT wasnt quite so urgent.
Theres a lot of stress going on for them, Alison murmured to Nick. They really didnt need this.
Thanks, Nick said. He realised hed learned something, and whatever it was he decided he would process it later.
As Ellie prepared Rebecca for Theatre, knowing what would put his patients mind at rest more than any medication, Nick made the phone call Alison had suggested, then returned to tell the couple how it had gone. They were really grateful for you letting them know, Nick told David. Especially with all thats going on. Theyve asked you to ring later in the day or tomorrow if you get a chance to arrange another time. They sound pretty keen, he added, then glanced up as Alison came in with a nervous Polly.
Heres Mum, Alison said, and Rebecca and Polly had a kiss and a cuddle before Rebecca was taken to Theatre, because only seeing her mum would truly reassure the anxious child.
Im going to take her up to the childrens ward soon, Alison told Rebecca. Just for observation. Theyll make a fuss of her. You can ring her this evening when youre back from Theatre and feeling betteror one of the staff might bring her up for a little visit.
Shes nice Rebecca said when Alison had left. Nick agreed, saying that Polly was being well looked after by her, then told his patient to put her oxygen mask back on because he didnt want to think about how nice Alison wasthere was more to Alison than there was time to know, more to her than there was scope to explore. No, he really didnt need this.
Heading into the staffroom for a quick lunch break later, when Ellie asked if he was going to the social club that night, it would have been far more sensible to answer that gleam in her eye with a smile and a Yes, or take Moira up on that offer to go to that Irish pub, because instinct told him that they knew the rulesthat he was on holiday and not here for a long time, just a good one, but instead all he really noticed was that Alison had glasses on today while doing the crossword and didnt look up to hear his response, though her cheeks burnt red and her ears were pink as she pretended to concentrate on the puzzle in front of her. Because the seat next to her was the only one left, he chose it, peered over her shoulder and, yes, she was stuck on the same word as hed been. He was about to nudge her, to tease her, because leitmotif was a word it had taken him a full morning to get, but he deliberately stopped himself.
Leitmotif! He heard the triumph in her voice and ignored it, felt the haste of her pen beside him, and it took every bit of effort not to turn round and join her in that moment.
No, this Nick really didnt need.
CHAPTER FOUR
ALISON doesnt want to be my friend.
He lasted two days.
Two days trying not to notice how her neck went a little bit pink when he spoke to her. Two days ignoring the fragrance of her hair when their heads occasionally met over a patient, or that now and then shed rub her forehead and on would come her glasses. Two days of just talking, just keeping it as it was, then, as happened at times, but had to happen on this day, Alison came off the worse for wear with an inebriated patient. Showered and changed into the most threadbare, faded scrubs, Nick got the most astonishing view of what appeared to be a purple bra and panties, before Sheila pointed the problem out and Alison put on a theatre gown. Like a dressing gown over pyjamas, Nick thought, and then tried not to think, and then just stopped thinking for a dangerous moment as she sat next to him writing up his notes, her ponytail wet and heavy, and he forgot, just simply forgot not to flirt.
Why dont you want to be my friend, Alison? He nudged her as if they were sitting in a classroom and Alison, who wasnt having the greatest day, annoyed with herself for not replacing her spare uniform, found herself trying not to smile, yet she did carry on the joke and put her arm over the notes she was writing as if he was trying to copy her.
I am your friend, Nick.
Not on Facebook
I havent got time to play online Alison said. Some of us live and work in the real worldIm studying to get on this trauma course.
Youre friends with Ellie. He grinned and then stopped, and so too did Alison. There was this charge in the air; it would be far safer to carry on writing, or just get up and go, but she didnt, she just sat. Are you going to have to get the bus wearing that? Only I can
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