Ever the professional, she raised her head and selected her words carefully. ‘Every professional will have a different idea of the correct plan for your daughter. It’s not really my place to disagree.’
He pointed to the file. ‘What would you do?’
She opened her mouth automatically to speak, then closed it again. ‘What does it matter?’
‘Because I’d like you to come to Euronia and assess Annabelle for yourself. I’d like you to be the one to plan her care and treat her.’
He might as well have dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over her head. She was stunned. ‘That’s impossible.’
‘No. It’s not. I know you have a job here, and patients, but I’ve offered your Director of Services a generous annual bequest if you’ll agree to come and work for me—for Annabelle,’ he added quickly.
‘What?’ She stood up, the chair behind her flying backwards. ‘You’ve done what?’
She couldn’t believe her ears. The tiny glimmer of hope that he’d searched her out for any reason other than his daughter died in an instant. He might be a prince in another country, but he didn’t seem much like a prince to her now.
‘And you did that without speaking to me first?’ She walked around the desk, reached down, and grabbed hold of his jacket, pulling him to his feet. ‘How dare you, Alex? How dare you? Ten years later you think you can just walk into my life and buy me?’
Anger and the untold resentment that had festered for ten years came spilling out. This wasn’t her. She never acted like this. But she just couldn’t help it.
She shook her head fiercely, blazing with fury. ‘You can’t buy me, Alex. I’m not for sale.’ She held out one hand. ‘I have a job. Responsibilities. I have staff to take care of—patients to take care of.’
She stared at her other hand, still gripping tightly to the lapel of his jacket. What on earth was she doing? Her knuckles were white and she quickly loosened her grip and took a step backwards. Her heart was thudding in her chest. Her head was thumping.
‘And you could do it better if you had two more permanent members of staff.’ He cut her off before she had more time to think about it.
Her mouth fell open. ‘What?’
‘That’s what I promised your director. Permanent funding for two more members of staff if they’ll release you to work with Annabelle. Plus filling your post while you’re gone.’
Her brain was whizzing. Two more members of staff could make a world of difference to this place. Time. It would give her staff time. The one thing she couldn’t conjure up for them.
She hated rushing assessments. She hated not having enough time to allocate to the children who needed her. She hated having to turn children away because there just wasn’t enough space for any more patients. Two more members of staff was a luxury she couldn’t afford to ignore.
‘Why on earth would you do this?’
He sat back down in his seat and put his head in his hands.
She’d read about everything that had happened to him in the last ten years. Now here he was, right in front of her, and she actually felt sorry for him.
She started shaking her head. ‘It feels like blackmail, Alex. I haven’t seen you in ten years. Ten years! Not a word from you—nothing. And now this.’ She started pacing around the small office. ‘I know what happened to your father. The whole world knows. But you never contacted me. You never said anything. I was left sitting in that hotel for two days, wondering if I’d imagined everything. Thank goodness Polly dragged me out and about.’
His head shot up. ‘I did contact you. I sent a message.’
‘I never got any message!’ She was still angry.
‘But I sent one. My head of security—he took it to the hotel. Gave it to the reception clerk. You must have got it.’
She shook her head and lowered her voice. ‘There was no message, Alex. None. I waited and waited.’
She hated the way the words made her feel. She hated the way she wanted to reach out and grab them. Grab the fact that Alex had tried to reach her—no matter what else had happened in his life. But it was the expression on his face that was worse. He looked hurt. He looked injured.
But, most importantly, he looked tired.
She knelt down in front of him. His father had been sick for ten years. He had a country to run. His wife had died from cancer—she was assuming he’d nursed her through that—and he had a daughter whom he clearly loved but needed help with.
She reached up and touched his hand. Her skin coming into contact with his almost made her smile. Her pale skin against his tanned skin. A world of difference.
The sensation she felt touching his skin was still there. Still electrifying. But she had to put a reality check on things.
She spoke quietly. ‘Why now, Alex? Why me?’
It was only a few words but they meant so much more than she was actually saying. He knew that. He must.
He reached up and touched her cheek. Zing.
‘Because there is no one else. No one else I could trust with the thing that is most precious to me.’
She blinked, trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes.
Nothing about wanting to see her again. Nothing about wanting to know how she was.
But he had just told her he trusted her with the thing most precious in the world to him. His daughter.
She didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.
He pulled a picture from his wallet. A sad-looking blonde-haired toddler. She was beautiful. Just like her mother had been. But she wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t playing. She didn’t look happy.
‘Oh, Alex...’ she breathed.
‘Will you come?’ His voice sounded as if it was breaking.
She stood up, her mind whirling. ‘I’ll need to think about it. You’ll need to give me some time.’
How ironic. Ten years later she was asking him for time.
How on earth could she not do this? The picture of the little girl had broken her heart. She had no idea if she could help or not—but she could try.
Outside her office she could see figures rushing past. The hospital was always busy—never enough time to do everything. It was wearing her down. She loved her job, but the truth was she’d spent the last few months searching the vacancy bulletins.
One thing. If she did this one thing she could help this department and these kids for ever. Was it really such a hard task?
A chair scraped along the floor behind her. Alex had stood
