Playboy Doctor to Doting Dad (15 page)

‘Thankfully I’ve already done that. I just need to pick up something on order,’ Kieran commented.

Abby scrutinised Pete’s face. Had he guessed who Seamus’s father was? It wouldn’t be that hard. Sally probably wasn’t the only one to notice the likeness between her boy and Kieran last Saturday. Not to mention how much time Kieran spent with Seamus.

Pete kept his face blank, but his eyes were twinkling with knowledge. Oh, well, nothing to be done about it. Had Kieran realised? One look at him and she shrugged. If he had, it didn’t seem to be bothering him. Now, there was a turn-around. He’d been adamant he didn’t want anyone in the department knowing. She sat back in her chair. Did this mean he was accepting Seamus completely? It certainly looked that way. Her feet tapped the floor. Brilliant.

Pete asked, ‘We doing any work today?’

Abby grabbed the top set of patient notes in the in-tray. ‘Sure. Guess the coffee break’s over. Your next patient.’ She handed the notes to Kieran.

‘The boss has spoken.’ He smiled and read the patient details.

‘Yep, and here’s yours, Pete. Barbara can help you.’ Abby stood up and stretched her back before following Kieran to cubicle four. She may be tired but she was enjoying being nurse in charge this week while Sally took leave. It was great experience and she knew she’d done a good job, made easier by working with people she knew well.

Kieran was talking to her. ‘I’ve never been as aware of Christmas as I am this year. While your shops are not as heavily decorated as those back home, and there don’t seem to be as many carol singers on the streets and the weather’s weird, there’s a buzz in the air.’

‘Could be something to do with being involved with children.’ Let’s face it, Christmas must have been lonely, even boring, for him in the past with no little ones around.

‘There’s something in that.’ He tapped her elbow. ‘Tomorrow morning with the kids and their stockings from Santa should be fun.’

‘You have no idea.’ She grinned and slipped into the cubicle where an elderly woman waited.

‘Good morning, Mrs Atkins. I’m Nurse Brown and this is Dr Flynn. I hear you’ve taken a tumble.’

Mrs Atkins had fallen at the shopping mall, sustaining a suspected fractured hip. ‘Got knocked down by a boy on his skateboard, more like. I don’t know why those people in the mall let skateboarders inside. It’s downright dangerous.’

‘I have to agree with you.’ Abby took Mrs Atkins’s wrist and began counting her pulse.

‘On a scale of one to ten, Mrs Atkins, can you tell me your pain level?’ Kieran asked as he gently shifted the woman’s skirt so he could examine her hip area.

‘Eleven. Dratted children. Where are their mothers?’

‘I’ll give you some more painkiller shortly, Mrs Atkins. I see the paramedic gave you a shot of morphine before leaving the mall.’

‘Yes, he did. Helped to get me on that stretcher thing. Am I going to be here long? I need to get home. I haven’t finished my Christmas baking and the family depend on me for that. My daughter works long hours at the fish factory so I like to do my bit to help her out. She’s got five children, you see, had them late, and there’s not a lot of money to go round in that house, I can tell you.’

Abby gave her a sympathetic pat. ‘I’m sorry but until we know exactly what you’ve done to your hip you won’t be going anywhere except to Radiology. Can I ring your daughter at work and see if she can come in to keep you company for a while?’

‘Oh, no, dear. She can’t afford to take time off. She needs
the money for Christmas holidays. I don’t think the factory owners would pay her while she sat with me, do you?’

Abby thought they might. Most employers gave their staff leave in these circumstances. ‘I’ll see what I can find out.’

Kieran nodded at Mrs Atkins. ‘Let’s get your X-ray done. The sooner we know the damage, the sooner you’ll be able to make some plans for your family.’

‘Thank you, my boy.’ Mrs Atkins hesitated, then went on, ‘You’re thinking I’ve broken it. I don’t suppose I’ll be very mobile if you’re right. I knew I should’ve stayed at home to bake the cake instead of racing out to beat the crowds.’

Kieran looked taken aback at being called ‘my boy’.

Abby winked at him as they left the cubicle. ‘She’s got your number.’

‘She’s one tough cookie. I guess that family is what keeps her so active. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop her bones aging and becoming fragile. She’s not going to enjoy her Christmas as much as usual this year.’

Abby reached over the top of the nurses’ station and lifted the phone to call for a porter to take Mrs Atkins for her X-ray. Before she’d pressed any numbers Kieran leaned close, his aftershave alerting her to his proximity. She sucked in a lungful of man scent, igniting that deep longing she carried all the time now. Why did he have to stand so close? Why didn’t she move away?

His arm brushed hers, and she found herself holding her breath. Why? It wasn’t as though he would haul her into his arms and kiss her wildly in the middle of ED. Pity. She would give her sisters away for one of Kieran’s kisses.

Nothing
had happened since the evening they’d decorated the Christmas tree and that interrupted kiss. She should be grateful because it was becoming increasingly difficult to turn off her feelings for Kieran when he only had to touch her and she melted. Grateful be damned.

‘Radiology department, Clive speaking.’ When had she pressed the numbers for X-Ray?

Swallowing and stepping aside to put space between her and Kieran, Abby quickly arranged Mrs Atkins’s visit, then hung up. ‘Who’s next?’

Looking up, she found Kieran watching her. ‘You’re flushed. Need to take another coffee break?’

A break from him, more likely. ‘I don’t think so. What time are you heading downtown?’

‘As soon as there’s a lull.’

‘That could mean never. Go now while you can.’

He laughed. ‘Worried I won’t pick up your present?’

‘Not at all. I just hope you’re not taking the sports car because it’s way too small for mine.’

‘Cheeky woman. Don’t you know some of the smallest things are the most expensive?’

‘Are you saying size doesn’t count?’ She grinned. Then really flushed. Bright scarlet. Spinning away, she grabbed another patient file and dashed past the station, Kieran’s laughter following her.

‘More than cheeky,’ he called after her. ‘Interesting.’

Of course, it took for ever to drive home with the traffic banked up as far as she could see. It hadn’t helped that she’d had to call into the berry gardens to collect the fruit she’d ordered and her father had forgotten to pick up. Christmas pavlova wasn’t right without strawberries and raspberries piled on top.

Olivia and Seamus were irritable in the hot car. The air-conditioning didn’t work anymore so she’d opened all the windows a crack, with dismal results.

‘Finally,’ she muttered as she turned into her road. ‘We’re nearly home, kids.’

‘There’s a truck at our place.’ Olivia pointed across Abby’s shoulder.

‘The driver must be lost.’ What other reason was there for a truck decorated in a local furniture outlet’s logo to be parked at her open front gate?

‘Can I ask him?’ Then Olivia squealed, ‘Uncle Kieran’s there. And Grandpa.’

‘So they are.’ What’s more, they were both helping some guy carry a large couch towards her front door. ‘What’s going on?’ she wondered aloud as she lifted Seamus out of his car seat in front of her garage.

After putting down his end of the couch, Kieran came to draw Abby inside to her lounge. ‘I hope you don’t mind but I bought you a new lounge suite.’

Did she mind? No way. The lumps in the old one gave her bruises every time she sat on it. Shaking her head, she stared first at the navy-blue suite that matched her apricot walls perfectly, then at the man who’d bought this furniture. ‘It’s wonderful, but why? I mean, you didn’t have to do that.’

‘Oh, yes, I did. If I’m staying the night, I want to get some sleep, which I most certainly wouldn’t on your couch. I’d probably never walk upright again. This one folds out into a fairly comfortable bed. I tried it in the shop.’

‘If you’re staying the night?’ Had she misheard him? ‘What do you mean?’

‘It’s Christmas. I thought it’d be fun being here in the morning when the kids open their stockings.’ He hesitated, a flicker of doubt shadowing his denim eyes. ‘Is that all right with you?’

Her mouth dried. Kieran staying the night? In her house? She’d never get any sleep thinking of him tucked up out here and her just down the hall. ‘Sure, of course it is.’ Could he see her uncertainty in her face, hear it in the wobble of her voice? Try harder. ‘It’s a lovely idea. I’m only sorry you had to provide your own bed.’

That heart-melting smile that never failed to tumble her emotions beamed down at her. ‘I don’t have to use this one.’

‘Oh, yes, you do.’ Where had her father got to? Had he overheard? A quick glance around. No one else with them. Phew.

Kieran flicked her lightly under the chin. ‘I agree. It’s not the time for us to be getting too close and personal, what with over-excited children in the house likely to wake up at any hour. More’s the pity.’

Pity? Downright shame, her brain screamed. But in her heart she knew it was best. It couldn’t happen. Kieran wasn’t a stayer, and that was the only kind of man she’d be interested in. Something inside kicked her ribs, and she gasped. What? She was never going to be interested in any kind of man. Remember? But apparently she’d forgotten because it was far too late. She was very, very interested in Kieran Flynn. Somewhere between patients and kids he’d managed to wind a thread around her and draw her in. She was more than hooked. She was a goner.

Abby tripped in her haste to put some space between them, which only brought Kieran closer as he caught her elbow to steady her. She stared up at him, and felt tenderness steal across her tense muscles as she noted the black curls falling over his forehead, giving him a rakish look. Her fingers itched as she fought not to reach up and touch those gorgeous locks.

She pulled away and stumbled out to the car to get the berries and other bits and pieces she’d collected throughout the day. Her heart hammered into her lungs, her ribs. Of all the stupid things to do, she’d gone and fallen for the man now preparing to spend the whole night under her roof.

This particular Christmas Eve would be the longest in the history of Abby Brown.

‘I thought you might like to see these.’ Abby stood over Kieran as he sprawled across the new couch, watching a lightweight
movie. The children were finally asleep. Olivia’s excitement about Santa had been a big deterrent to going to bed.

Kieran sat up, aware of the hesitation in Abby’s voice, the way her hand wasn’t quite letting go of the package she held out to him. His heart sped up. ‘Are these the letters and photos you intended sending me and never did?’

She nodded. ‘I figure it’s time you saw them.’ Her shoulders lifted slightly. ‘But if you’re not interested, that’s okay.’

Vulnerability sat over her like a heavy shawl. Had she opened herself up to him that much in these letters? ‘Abby, are you sure you want me to read them?’ He caught her hand, felt the tremors running through her.

‘Yes.’ She jerked her hand away, backed to the door. ‘Yes, I do.’ And she was gone.

Kieran sat back, staring at the manila envelope. Judging by the thickness Abby had written often, or were there mainly photos inside? Suddenly unable to hold off, he tore the envelope open and upended it. Photos and letters, notes even, tumbled out onto his thighs. A photo of Abby holding Seamus as he waved at the camera lay on top. Here was the beginning of Seamus’s life. Here was a window into all the things he’d missed out on. Was he ready for this?

Now
his
fingers were shaking as he reached to the pile of photos. Slowly he made his way through them back to the day of Seamus’s birth. His breath stopped. His heart expanded. An exhausted but jubilant Abby held a tiny blue-swathed bundle in her arms. She looked gorgeous. If only he’d been there to see that moment. To experience the joy at the arrival of their son.

He’d missed out on that. Whose fault was that? To be sure, he hadn’t known about the pregnancy, but even if he had, would he have been there for Seamus’s birth? He didn’t have the answer.

Tentatively he reached for the first letter, addressed to him
at his Dublin apartment. Did he want to know all the details about Seamus’s first months? Did he need to know how Abby had felt during those weeks when she’d learned to look after her son? His finger tapped a rhythm on the letter. Reaching for his glass of lukewarm wine, he took a long swallow. Then opened the envelope.

Time passed. The sun set, dropping behind the trees, and Kieran flicked the light on before settling down to read the extraordinary letters all over again. Abby had bared her heart in each of them. He wondered if she realised how much she’d given away of herself as she’d described Seamus to him. Kieran laughed over the boy peeing across the room during a diaper change. He sympathised about the nights when colic had kept everyone awake. And he wiped his eyes when Abby described her panic when Seamus had stubbed his toe the first time and she’d believed he must’ve caught it on some rusty wire.

‘I panicked about tetanus poisoning. A fine ED nurse I turned out to be, but it’s so different when it’s your child,’ she had written.

That Kieran could believe. His own reactions to children in ED had changed since meeting Seamus. He’d changed in other ways, too. He no longer blamed Abby for not telling him she was pregnant. It hurt to acknowledge he’d missed out on so much because of his own stubbornness, but it was the truth. By being so adamant about staying out of Olivia’s life, he’d made it an impossible situation for Abby. Whether it had been guilt over Olivia, or a niggling sense of missing out on something indefinable, he thanked his lucky stars he’d chosen Nelson over Adelaide for these two months.

Movement in the doorway caused him to glance up. Abby stood watching him, uncertainty in her eyes. Instantly he was on his feet, going to her, taking her hands.

‘Abby, I’m sorry I made it so hard for you to tell me.’