Which left Nina alone with Jack.
‘You’ve been avoiding me.’
‘I haven’t,’ Nina lied. ‘I’ve just been busy.’
‘Well, after work tonight …’
‘I’m working at the pro bono centre,’ Nina said quickly.
‘If you’d let me finish,’ Jack said, ‘I was going to ask if I could speak with you after work about the pro bono centre—I was hoping to find out some more about it.’
Liar, Nina thought, but she was in no position to refuse him. Someone with Jack’s skills would be an amazing coup for the pro bono centre, but she didn’t like being manipulated and certainly she wasn’t going to go through another dinner with him, or another kiss goodnight, because she knew full well what might happen. So she smiled sweetly back at him, played along with his game, but on her terms.
‘Come and watch tonight,’ Nina said. ‘I’m running a clinic—it might give you a feel for the place.’
‘Great!’ Jack grinned through gritted teeth, because he’d been hoping to discuss things over a nice bottle of champagne. ‘I’ll pick you up—’
‘I’ll meet you there,’ Nina broke in. ‘My clinic starts at seven.’
‘See you there then!’ Jack said. ‘What time does it finish?’
‘About nine, nine-thirty.’
His smile only left his face when she was out of the office. A night at some pro bono centre was something he so did not need, but it would be worth it, Jack decided.
He’d have her in bed by ten.
She hadn’t changed, Jack noted, because she had on the same purple stockings and a jumper that she’d been wearing earlier. He stood outside the pro bono centre and as she walked towards him he realised that her entire work wardrobe consisted of a black skirt, a grey skirt, a grey pinafore and then stockings and jumpers of various shades.
He wanted to take her shopping.
He wanted to spoil her, which was a first for Jack.
Oh, he was a generous date and lover. He had both a boutique florist and jeweller on speed dial and had tabs at the smartest bars and restaurant, but somehow with Nina he knew that wouldn’t impress her.
And he wanted to.
‘You’re probably going to be bored,’ Nina warned. ‘I really deal mainly with paperwork, helping people with social security forms and housing and benefits and things.’
Jack had done a lot of work for charity, but had never actually worked for one. He really had no idea what to expect, a sort of massive soup kitchen perhaps, but he was surprised at the modern offices and the air of organisation.
‘There’s a doctors’ clinic on tonight as well,’ Nina explained. ‘They’re held alternate nights.’
‘Well, while I’m here …’ Jack said, more than happy to pitch in, but Nina shook her head.
‘Sorry. You have to formally apply, your references and registration need to be verified, insurance …’ She looked at him. ‘It’s not a back-street organisation, it’s a non-profit organisation with some salaried staff and an awful lot of volunteers.’ She gave him a smile. ‘You can sit in with me if you like.’ She saw his eyebrows arch. ‘Though I’ll have to ask each client if they mind you being present.’
It was like being a medical student again and Jack felt a surge of irritation. Every minute of his day was accounted for, and now, when he could really help, he was forced to take a back seat instead.
Literally.
He sat in an office as client after client came in.
Nina would explain to each of them that Jack was a senior paediatrician and there to observe, and that he was, hopefully, considering joining the centre. Most smiled and thanked him.
For sitting there.
Some asked that he wait outside.
Nancy gave him a very suspicious look but agreed that he could stay. She was an exhausted-looking lady with a nasty scar over one eye and a nose that had been broken and not reset.
‘Where are the little ones?’ Nina asked.
‘Steven’s home and watching them,’ Nancy said. ‘He’s doing good now, much more sensible.’
‘How was court?’ Nina asked.
‘I’m here,’ Nancy said. ‘No conviction recorded.’
‘That’s great,’ Nina encouraged.
‘I’m so grateful. I don’t know what I was thinking back then.’
‘Four children to feed maybe?’ Nina said.
‘Nancy left a violent household with her children,’ Nina explained. ‘They were on the streets for a while and Nancy got arrested for shoplifting. It was then that she was referred to us and we arranged emergency shelter. Nancy has found employment since then, but a conviction would have threatened that. She was represented by one of the centre’s lawyers …’ And Jack listened and heard how in the year since she’d left home Nancy really had turned her life around. She was out of emergency housing now and in rental accommodation and her eldest son, Steven, was finally attending school and taking it seriously. Nina was going through some welfare forms with her now that her circumstances had changed. ‘Things are looking a lot better.’
‘They are.’ Nancy nodded.
‘Now …’ As the appointment concluded Nina smiled. ‘Do you remember I spoke to you about Dr Cavel?’
‘The cosmetic surgeon?’
Jack’s ears really did pick up. If they were talking about Louis Cavel, he was renowned, so renowned that he had done some rather impressive work on Jack’s own mother.
‘We had a meeting a few weeks ago and I mentioned you to him, as I said I would. He had a look at your photos and he really thinks he can help.’ Jack watched as Nancy started to cry and Nina went from her chair and put her arms around the woman. ‘He’s really looking forward to meeting with you.’
‘The truth?’ Nancy checked.
‘Absolutely,’ Nina said.
‘I’m so ashamed of my face,’ Nancy sobbed. ‘I feel people looking at my scars all the time and every time I look in the mirror I remember what he did.’
‘Dr Cavel gets that. He wants to help you move on and really put this behind you,’ Nina said. ‘We’re all so proud of the effort you’ve made this past year.’
‘This is the sweet reward.’
‘I believe so.’ Nina said. ‘I’ve heard that his work is second to
