of frustration behind him and Nick made for the exit doors without looking back.
CHAPTER TWO
SAM had given her a grinning shrug and followed Nick, jogging to catch up with him. Abby didn’t stop to watch them go. She did what she had schooled herself to do as a teenager and which now came as second nature to her. If someone hurts you, don’t go running after them. Turn away. Be strong.
‘How did that go?’ She was concentrating hard on Not Caring and the voice at her elbow made her jump.
‘Michael. I didn’t see you there.’
‘Penny for them?’ Michael Gibson, the A and E doctor who would have seen Nick had he not been with a more urgent patient, was standing beside her.
‘Not worth it.’ She held the prescription form up for Michael to see. ‘He didn’t take it.’
‘No? Why not?’
‘I don’t know. He just said that he didn’t need it. Stayed long enough for an X-ray and for me to give him a diagnosis and then as soon as I let him get his hands on a pair of crutches he was off. I couldn’t stop him.’
‘What were you thinking of doing? Handcuffing him to the bed?’
Don’t say things like that, Michael. You’ll give a girl ideas. ‘I… I just can’t help thinking that he would have taken it from someone else.’
Michael sighed. ‘Look, Abs. You asked him if he was okay with you treating him, you ran everything past me. Aren’t you overthinking this a bit? People make decisions about what level of treatment they’re going to take from us all the time.’
‘I guess so.’ Abby wasn’t convinced. She wouldn’t lay the blame on Nick when she should be shouldering it herself. His decision must have been something to do with her.
Michael looked at his watch. ‘Can you do me a favour and write up the notes, then sort out a referral?’
‘Of course. You get on. I’ll put him on the list for an early MRI scan and get him an appointment up in Orthopaedics.’ Abby grinned. ‘With someone else, who might be able to talk some sense into him.’
‘Don’t sweat it so much, Abby.’ The charge nurse had caught Michael’s eye and he was already turning to see his next patient for the evening. ‘All we can do is our best.’
She’d spent half the night considering that rationally, and the other half beating her head against an imaginary brick wall, which might just as well have been real from the way her head was throbbing this morning. The only thing that Abby was sure of was that she’d messed up somehow and that she had to put it right.
Something had made him act that way. He was perfectly at liberty to walk out on her as a woman and she was at liberty to hate him for it. But if a little of the past had leaked through into her attitude towards Nick last night and made him refuse medical treatment he needed, that was unforgivable. Whatever Michael had said, she had to put it right.
Not giving herself time to change her mind, Abby got out of the car, marched quickly up the front path and pressed the doorbell. No one answered. She was about to turn and walk away when a bump from inside the house told her that Nick hadn’t gone out. She thumbed the doorbell again, this time letting it ring insistently.
‘Okay! Give me a minute…’ The door was flung open and Nick froze.
‘Hello.’ She was expecting to see him this time, but that didn’t seem to lessen the shock all that much.
‘Hi… Abby.’ He had the presence of mind not to say it, but his eyes demanded an answer. What are you doing here?
‘I came to see how you were.’ Her hands were shaking but her lips were smiling. Not too much. Professional.
‘You didn’t need to. I’m fine. Thanks.’ Nick was leaning on the crutches she’d given him, his loose sweatpants stretched over the bulky brace. That was something. At least he hadn’t taken it off and thrown it away as soon as he’d got home.
‘I think we have a little unfinished business, Nick.’
He pressed his lips together. ‘I know. I should have called you, it was unforgivable…’
‘Not that.’ Abby had spent some time convincing herself that the events of six months ago were all water under the bridge, and she wasn’t going to let Nick bring it up now. ‘I mean from last night. You left before I had a chance to finish…’ She stopped, flushing. Her voice sounded like a pathetic, childish whine, as if she was begging for his attention.
Understanding flickered in his eyes. His warmth curled around her senses and just as Abby’s knees began to liquefy her defences clicked in. This man was not going to see her vulnerable. Not again.
‘I left because I was done. It was nothing to do with you.’
Abby straightened herself. ‘What was it to do with?’
‘It’s none of your business, Abby…’ He seemed to be about to say more but stopped himself. ‘Look, as I said, it’s really good of you to come here and I want to thank you for everything you’ve done. But you’ll have to excuse me.’
She wasn’t giving up without a fight. The door was closing, and there were only two things that Abby could think of to do. She wasn’t quite angry enough to punch him—not yet, anyway—so she stuck her foot in the doorway, bracing herself for the blow of the door as he tried to close it.
It didn’t come. There was nothing wrong with Nick’s reflexes and he whipped the door back open before it hit her foot. ‘Abby…’ His gaze met hers, dark and full of pain, and concern for him grated across her nerve endings. There was no point in that. Nick wasn’t the type to accept sympathy. She faced him down, and saw a flare of what might have been tenderness.
Wordlessly he stepped back from the doorway, turned, and made his way back along the hall, leaving the door open behind him. It wasn’t the most cordial of invitations she’d ever received but Abby followed him, closing the door behind her.
‘Can I get you some coffee?’ He had led her through to the kitchen, a large, bright room where the house had been extended at the back. Indicating that she should sit down at the sturdy wooden table, he swung across to the counter and reached up into a cupboard for a tin of coffee beans.
‘Thanks.’ Abby sat down. Making coffee and drinking it would take at least ten minutes. She could use that time.
‘Toast?’ The room smelled of fresh bread and there was a loaf, just out of the breadmaker, on the countertop.
‘Thanks. I didn’t have breakfast this morning.’ Fifteen minutes. Even better. Time enough to sort this out and then get out of there.
Nick didn’t turn to face her and Abby sat down. Without a word, he ground the coffee beans and switched the coffee machine on, then shifted awkwardly across to cut the bread, leaning one of his crutches against the sink.
‘Here, let me help you.’
‘I can manage.’
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