is too little and I don’t want Alfie to miss school. And who would look after them while I’m looking around the hospital and talking to people? I don’t want some stranger caring for my kids. You’ll be fine. It’s another week until the Christmas holidays start.’
‘Why can’t Mrs Thornton do it?’
‘I can’t give her sole responsibility for the children.’
‘Stella?’
‘I can’t ask her to look after two kids that aren’t hers.’
‘You’re asking me—’
‘Because you’re my brother.’ Patrick sank his hands into his hair. ‘Do you honestly think I’d be asking you if I had a choice? I know you’ll hate every minute, but I also know the kids will be safe with you.’
Daniel’s heart was pounding. ‘Ask me anything else,’ he said hoarsely. ‘A horse for Posy. Anything. But don’t ask me to look after them.’
‘Posy is too young to need a horse.’
‘See?’ Daniel spread his hands. ‘I don’t even know that. I don’t know what children do at what age. I wouldn’t be safe with them. You’re mad even to ask me.’
‘You won’t have to do much,’ Patrick said wearily. ‘Just give them breakfast and get Alfie to school. Then you bring Posy here and drop her into the hospital crèche on your way to work.’
‘I can’t fit the kids in my sports car.’
‘We’ll swap cars. I’ll take the Porsche and you can use my four-wheel drive.’
Daniel lifted an eyebrow. ‘If that’s supposed to be an incentive, you don’t know me very well,’ he drawled. ‘Listen. I’m the last person in the world that anyone would want looking after their kids. I don’t know anything about kids.’
‘You work in A and E. You know a great deal about kids.’
‘I know how to fix them when they’re broken!’ Daniel glared at him. ‘And I’m assuming you don’t want yours broken, which they will be if I look after them!’ He felt something close to panic rise inside him and then he looked at his brother—saw the dark shadows in his eyes.
‘You’re my brother,’ Patrick said softly. ‘That makes you suitable. You’re the only person I trust.’
Daniel lifted his hand to his throat, feeling as though he was being strangled. ‘All right, I’ll do it.’ His mouth was moving even while his brain was still trying to refuse. ‘But you have to leave me some textbooks or something.’
‘They’re just kids, Dan,’ Patrick looked amused. ‘You don’t need books. They’ll tell you what they want.’
‘Posy is so little. How am I going to know what she wants?’
‘She’ll tell you. Alfie is good with her. He’ll help.’ Patrick glanced at the clock. ‘I’d better get back. Thanks. And stop worrying. It’s only for four days, Dan. What can possibly go wrong?’
‘I assume you don’t want me to answer that.’ Daniel strode back to his desk and delved under a pile of papers for his mobile. ‘The first thing I’m doing is calling Andrea.’
‘Your frosty lawyer? How’s that going?’
‘We’ve both been too busy for me to thaw her out,’ Daniel muttered. ‘One of the disadvantages of dating a career-woman is that they’re too involved in their career to see you. And when she’s available, I’m not. This place is death on a relationship, you know that.’ Seeing his brother’s face, he closed his eyes briefly. ‘Sorry.’
‘It’s all right. Carly didn’t leave because of the job—that was just her excuse. She left because she was Carly.’ Patrick rose to his feet. ‘Why would you call Andrea?’
‘Because she’s a woman. She’ll know what to do with a ten-year-old and a three-year-old.’
‘I wouldn’t be too sure about that.’
‘Well, she’s going to know more than me.’ Daniel dialled the number. ‘When are you leaving?’
‘Saturday.’
‘That gives me four days to bring in reinforcements.’
‘If you get stuck, you can always bang on the stable door and ask Stella to help. The kids love her.’
Daniel thought about the kiss and gritted his teeth. Stella had made it clear she didn’t want him anywhere near her, and he was in agreement.
If last night had taught him anything, it was that the chemistry between them was still alive and well. And that could only lead to trouble.
No way would he be banging on the stable door.
CHAPTER SIX
IT SNOWED for the next four days and they were so busy in the emergency department that when she finally had a day off, Stella slept late.
Relishing the thought of a whole weekend ahead of her, she decided to check whether Patrick needed any help preparing for his trip.
Dressing in warm clothes, she picked her way gingerly across the snow-covered yard and banged on the door.
Daniel yanked it open. One of the kittens shot past him and out of the door and Stella stooped and caught it. She was so shocked to see Daniel there that she was glad of a reason to hide her scarlet face.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ She cuddled the kitten close and then looked at Daniel, trying to keep her expression neutral. ‘I didn’t know you were here. I was going to talk to Patrick …’ Her voice tailed off as she saw the red streak on his cheek. ‘What happened to you? Are you bleeding?’
Daniel lifted a hand and scrubbed at the mark. ‘It’s probably paint. Posy is painting. She doesn’t appear to have a very good sense of direction with the brush. Thanks for catching the kitten. I keep forgetting I’m not supposed to open the door.’
‘Right.’ The situation felt horribly awkward. ‘Is Patrick around?’
‘He’s gone into town to get a few things for his trip. I’m having a practice run with the children.’
Stella looked at the paint on his cheek. ‘And how’s that going?’
‘Both kids were still alive last time I looked.’ His lazy drawl was a contrast to the tension she saw in his eyes.
‘You’ll be fine.’ Stella’s eye caught movement behind him. ‘That red paint you mentioned—Posy appears to be painting on the wall. Is that what you had planned?’
Daniel turned swiftly, growled deep in his throat and made a dive for Posy. ‘How did she get there? I left her safely occupied at the table.’
‘Three-year-olds don’t always stay where you put them.’ It was impossible not
