wouldn’t have time for a relationship at the moment.
And if she told herself that often enough, maybe she’d believe it…
He’d missed her call.
He swore softly and dropped into a chair, resting his head in his hands. Damn. Of all the stupid, stupid things, to forget to put his phone on charge when he’d got back to the flat. But maybe…
He scrolled through to his incoming calls, and the hope died. ‘Withheld. Damn.’
‘Maybe she’ll ring again,’ his brother suggested.
He shook his head and swallowed hard. ‘No—no, she won’t. It doesn’t matter. She didn’t want to see me again anyway. I just wanted to—’
‘Talk to her?’ Gio finished softly for him when he broke off, and he nodded, his throat curiously tight. ‘So are you going to go and find her?’
He shook his head. ‘No. We agreed it was only for one night. I’ll just have to live with it.’ But hell, he didn’t want to. He hadn’t realised how much he was looking forward to speaking to her again—maybe talking her into letting him see her when he was back in London.
‘So—what next?’
He let the air out of his lungs on a long, slow breath and met his brother’s eyes. ‘I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go back to London and finish off my research.’
‘You could look her up—it’s time you had a bit of fun. Where does she live?’
‘Herne Hill, but I have no idea where or I’d go and try to talk her into seeing me again.’
‘You must be slipping. It’s not like you to have to chase after a woman. Did you disappoint her last night?’
He met his brother’s mocking eyes with disgust. ‘No, I did not—not that it’s your damn business.’
Gio shrugged. ‘So—what about the job? Mama will be disappointed if you go back to London. She was looking forward to having you closer to home.’
‘She’d cope.’
‘Of course—and who knows? You may even bring home a bride. Now, that would make her happy.’
He grunted and stifled the little leap in his chest that felt remarkably like hope. ‘Unlikely. I have to convince her first—and, anyway, aren’t you jumping the gun a bit? It was only one night.’
‘Of course it was,’ Gio said soothingly, and smiled. ‘Just promise me one thing—let me draw up the pre-nup. And don’t even contemplate getting hitched without one.’
He laughed. ‘Relax, Gio. I’m not going to marry her. It’s not on my agenda.’
‘We’ll see. Coffee?’
Luca gave his phone one last regretful look and slid it into his pocket. ‘Why not?’
‘What’s going on?’
The group of women around the central nursing station didn’t take their eyes off the office door.
‘Richard Crossland’s got someone with him. And he’s a hunk,’ her friend Sarah said in a stage whisper. ‘He’s been in there ages—they must be about to come out. I swear he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.’
‘Really.’
‘Really. Really really really. Even you’d think so, Little Miss Fussy-Pants.’
Not fussy enough, apparently, or she wouldn’t be moping about now with a broken heart six weeks down the line, Isabelle thought, and walked away towards the staff room to dump her bag. The Tube had been delayed and she didn’t even have time for a cup of tea now. She certainly didn’t have time to stand and ogle some stud who the girls thought was so damn marvelous.
There was a little commotion behind her, a sudden burst of activity that could only mean the office door had opened and they’d been caught staring. Well, serve them right, she thought, and glanced over her shoulder.
And stopped dead in her tracks.
‘Luca?’
The word was soundless, hardly even a breath, but he turned his head and met her eyes, and the bottom dropped out of her world.
‘Isabella.’
He crossed the ward in two strides, his warm hands cupping her shoulders, sending a shock wave through her body. She eased herself away from his grasp, horribly conscious of their rapt audience, her heart drumming against her ribs like a wild thing.
‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, choked by a flood of emotion that was threatening to unravel her.
‘I could ask you the same thing. Your hospital’s miles away.’
‘Not nearly as far as Florence. Anyway, the unit’s—’
‘Shut for a refurb. I know that, you told me. They wouldn’t tell me where you’d been relocated to, though. They were—well, let’s say they were profoundly unhelpful. It didn’t make it any easier to find you. So—how are you?’
She ignored that, her heart pounding as she took in his words. ‘You were looking for me?’
‘Si—for the last six weeks. I’d given up.’
Six weeks? Ever since…
‘We weren’t going to see each other again,’ she pointed out, trying to sound composed while her heart was busy breaking all over again just at the sight of him.
‘No. You didn’t want me.’ His mouth twisted into a wry smile, and her heart flip-flopped again and then contracted. Want him? She’d never stopped wanting him, not for a moment.
Whatever, it didn’t alter the facts.
‘It doesn’t matter anyway, does it?’ she said quietly, conscious of the stares of the other midwives still clustered round the nursing station with their mouths hanging open. ‘What I want. I mean, you’re here anyway, regardless of my feelings.’
‘What?’ He gave a startled cough of laughter and shook his head. ‘Of course it matters. I’m not here to see you—I didn’t know you worked here.’
‘So why are you here?’
‘I’m an old friend of Richard’s. He heard I was back in London and asked me if I could help out. I owed him a favour—so I’m here. I swear, I had no idea you’d be here or I would have spoken to you first. Is it going to be a problem?’
She shook her head, feeling incredibly foolish and naïve. ‘No. Of course not. Sorry, I misunderstood.’ Of course he wasn’t here for her. She was being ridiculous. Neurotic.
‘So—why are you in London anyway?’
He smiled wryly. ‘Finishing off some research—and I wanted to see
