‘Where do you play?’ Adam seemed to be weighing up the offer.
‘Hyde Park. Over in the southern section, there’s always plenty of room on the sports field to stake a pitch. Our team’s the Bankside Cheetahs—because we cheat, not because we resemble a graceful, fast-moving animal.’ Brenda giggled. ‘Although Jenna has her moments.’
‘Right. Like last month when I tripped over your foot.’
‘That was just unlucky. Anyway, we’re never too proud to welcome a ringer on to the team.’
‘I work here. Part time for the next month, anyway.’
‘Oh, well, that’s even better.’ Brenda was scenting victory. ‘I thought you were lecturing at the university. They’ve got their own team but you don’t want to be with that lot. Far too young and enthusiastic.’
Adam chuckled. ‘I’m filling in with a couple of shifts a week here, as well as working with the reconstructive surgery team.’ He grinned. ‘We’re all sharing knowledge. So, assuming that I’m old and cynical enough for the Bankside Cheetahs, I’m totally legit.’
‘Well, that’s sorted, then.’ Brenda turned her green eyes on to him, full force. ‘I was wondering what that orange circle on the roster was. Stands for knowledge-sharing, does it?’
‘Guess so.’ Adam glanced at his watch. ‘But since I’m supposed to be sharing elsewhere today, I’d better make myself scarce.’ He gifted Brenda with a devastating smile and nodded at Jenna. ‘Later.’
Brenda watched Adam through the automatic doors, chewing speculatively on the end of her pencil. ‘How did it go with Julie?’
‘Good. He really got through to her. And he was honest with her, didn’t treat her as if she was stupid, just because she’s young. From what I saw of his case notes at the lecture yesterday, he’s an exceptional surgeon.’
‘Praise indeed.’ Brenda shot a querying glance towards Reception and received a signal that all was quiet. ‘So you’re practically living with him. What’s the story, any lady visitors?’
‘Give him a chance, he’s only been here two days.’ Jenna could see exactly where this conversation was headed. ‘You interested, then?’
Brenda shrugged. ‘Don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.’
Jenna shrugged. There was no reason why he shouldn’t be dating again. She doubted that Adam was short on offers.
‘I wouldn’t know. You’ll have to ask him. Or Rob, he’d probably know.’
‘I didn’t mean that.’ Brenda was looking at her pointedly.
‘Me?’ Jenna flushed, shaking her head. ‘What are you, mad?’
‘What’s wrong with that? He’s good-looking, seems like a nice guy. Unless you’ve still got an arrangement with Joe …?’
‘Joe? He’s been gone nearly a year now.’
Brenda pursed her lips. ‘I thought that maybe you were waiting for him or something. You two did seem very cosy right before he left. Didn’t strike me as if it was the end of the road somehow.’
Cosy was not the word for it. It had been more like agonised prayer on Jenna’s part that a miracle would happen and he wouldn’t leave. Or that he’d want her to go with him to Australia. Something, anything other than the harsh reality that he’d just felt like a change of scene and she wasn’t included in his future plans.
‘No. We split up for good.’
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t realise, Jen, you seemed so okay with it all that I thought that you two had worked something out.’ Realisation dawned on Brenda’s face. ‘But you were just playing nice, weren’t you?’
Jenna shrugged away the hurt. It had been the same when her parents had left, easier to pretend that she didn’t care and just get on with her life. ‘Joe’s ancient history. And Adam’s not my type.’
‘I would have thought he was pretty much anyone’s type.’ Brenda shot her a suspicious look. ‘But, then, he’s not around for long, is he.’
‘Exactly. Having one boyfriend leave the country is bad luck. Two looks like carelessness.’ Add her parents to the list and it was criminal negligence. Jenna swallowed the thought and grinned at Brenda. ‘I could ask you round some time if you’re interested, though.’
The idea seemed to appeal to Brenda, but she shook her head. ‘No. You know me, I don’t run after men. Always better to let them come to you.’
Fair enough. On the evidence of his reactions, Adam might just do that. Brenda was good-hearted, pretty and she knew how to have a good time. No tangled strings. No stupid hang-ups. Just as long as he remembered to close the French doors at night, if he did decide to take Brenda up on the offer that Jenna reckoned she was pretty much certain to make.
CHAPTER FOUR
IT was his fourth night in the flat, and the fourth night in a row that the dream had come. He guessed that it was the change of scene that had brought the dreams back so often. So vividly. Adam gritted his teeth and got on with it. Get out of bed. Shake the dream off. Walk a little and then go back to bed and hope that this time his sleep was untroubled.
The dream clung to him as if he had fallen into a pit of stinking mud. Maybe his talk with Julie and her family that afternoon hadn’t helped. It had gone well, but he hadn’t been able to get the haunted look in Julie’s sister’s eyes out of his head.
He padded through to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water, drinking it down in one go. Throwing on jeans and an old T-shirt, he slipped noiselessly through the open French doors and onto the patio to get some air.
‘Okay?’ Her voice sounded above him, making him jump. Adam wondered whether any of the cries that had sounded through his dream had been real and had woken her.
‘Yeah. Warm night again.’
‘Yes. I can’t sleep.’ They both skirted carefully around the real reason for Adam’s wakefulness. And perhaps for hers. He’d heard the click of the balcony doors above him more than once these past couple of nights.
Adam sat down on the wide steps of the fire escape. ‘Join me?’ It was probably a bad idea, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d seen her often enough over the last couple of days, but she had seemed remote, less willing to connect with him, and it had chilled him to the marrow.
Her footsteps were silent behind him, but he felt the silky material of her dressing gown brush against his arm as she walked down the steps and sat down next to him. She smelled just lovely. Like an English country garden after a downpour of rain, sweet and clean, with a touch of the deep scent of the earth.
‘Is this why you wouldn’t stay with Rob and Cassie?’ Her voice was quiet, measured. Soothing, like the dark stillness of the night. ‘They wouldn’t have minded, you know.’
‘I do.’ The hairs on the back of his wrist were standing on end where the silky material
