month showing you why you’re wrong. I’ll also be busy finding the funds to buy you out.
‘Fine.’
Another twitch of those lips. Had he read her mind as easily as that?
Leaning back against the bench, Karina fought the need to study him while he stared at his feet. The expression on his lean face was sad and worried, as if he didn’t know where to go with any of this after all. Well, blow me over, rover. This guy has some serious issues.
Folding her arms under her breasts, she tried to deny the compassion building up for him. She couldn’t let it rule her head. Instead she needed to focus on what was best for Mickey. And then for her.
One thing was for sure: Logan Pascale would not be good for her. At all. Yes, but he would be great for one little boy who struggled to understand why his mum and dad didn’t walk in through the door at the end of the day as they’d used to.
Logan wanted to laugh, which was a surprise in itself. Karina was as transparent as clear water. He knew he was going to be hounded over the coming weeks. He should go and book into a motel immediately. But he’d play the game. He’d only been in this house a couple of hours and already he didn’t want to leave. The building was old and draughty, the windows rattled when the wind gusted, there was a bucket in the laundry, catching drips, and the carpets were threadbare. But, as Karina had said, it was a home—not just a house with two people rattling around in the vast spaces.
‘Lunch is ready.’ Karina pushed a plate laden with sandwiches across the bench towards him.
‘Want me to get Mickey?’
She nodded. ‘And Jonty.’
‘Why am I not surprised?’
Filling the kettle, she shook her head at him, those curls flying around her face and causing his gut to clench.
‘He looks after my gardens and hens and I give him some meals. Green dollars.’
‘Yeah, sure. Nothing to do with a kind heart or friendship?’ He couldn’t resist winking as he stood up, ready to stride out of the kitchen.
What a woman. Too darned diverting for his own good. Mickey and his eager smiles had already caught at him, so throw in Karina with her exuberant, even fiery spirit and he was knocked off his feet. He hadn’t experienced anything so normal in a long time. He didn’t want to now.
In Africa he knew his role—understood that there were no long-term connections with his patients, the women he worked with, the places he lived and worked in. He was there simply to help people less fortunate than him who needed his medical skills. Plain and simple.
Apparently others had thought he could also provide a source of money for their militant operations. Their illegal activities. The militants had got the wrong end of things when they’d kidnapped him, believing he was the son of a wealthy English lord. That lucky guy had been whisked away to safety the moment the CEO of the African Health Organisation had realised what was going on.
No wonder this place felt like a slice of heaven with its everyday normality.
Logan knew he was being a pain in the proverbial by choosing a room that Karina obviously preferred him not to have, but it suited him perfectly. He might have explained that after sharing cramped quarters with his colleagues for as long as he had he relished the idea of having space to himself. What he wouldn’t tell her was that he had to have privacy at night.
Sweat popped on his brow. Karina was right in that he should find a motel, only not for the reasons she’d been espousing. One night here and she’d be kicking him out anyway. Not to mention the awkward questions she’d be asking if he had his usual problems.
He focused on the mundane, hoping the other, darker thoughts bothering him would fade for a while.
Instead of going to get Mickey to come for lunch, he said, ‘I was under the impression Mickey went to kindergarten all day?’
‘He usually does, but a sore tummy kept him at home this morning.’ Karina lifted one shoulder. ‘After that puddle-jumping I’d say he’s fit to go this afternoon.’
‘Want me to drop him off?’
‘Sure.’
‘What time do you finish work?’ he asked when he returned with Mickey and Jonty in tow.
‘Five-thirty, give or take.’
‘Then you come home to cook dinner?’
Karina nodded and smiled. That smile pushed the darkness inside him further back.
‘I hope you’re happy with risotto?’
‘Sounds good to me.’
‘Mickey usually gets dropped off at the surgery about four. If you want to spend time with him you can collect him then.’
Her smile expanded, sending a flood of heat right down to the tips of his toes, heating all parts of his body on the way.
‘He’d love that. You’re family, Uncle Logan.’
His head dipped up and down in agreement as he swallowed the crazy need for her she’d inadvertently cranked up all too easily even while she’d been so ruthless in her comments about what he wanted to do to her haven. Again, Karina hadn’t held back on pressuring him, but he was getting used to her forthrightness. If he used it wisely it could save them both a lot of the trouble that ducking and diving around their problems would cause.
‘Mickey mightn’t understand, but I’m right beside him all the way.’ His mouth lifted into a small smile. A rare occurrence recently. ‘But you have a point. I’m not used to small boys.’
‘I’d have thought many of your patients would be small boys. Boys of any size and age, really.’
‘I used to kick a football around in the dust with plenty of young lads, but somehow getting to know Mickey seems daunting.’
Terrifying, even. There wouldn’t be any second chances. He had to get everything right from the get-go. There was a lot riding on that—things like Mickey living a happy childhood despite losing his parents.
Karina laughed, and it was as though the sun were in the room with them. Her face had that cheeky, fun quality she did so well. That wild hair was a riot of curls now that it had dried. What would it feel like to run his fingers through those coils? To feel them spring against the palms of his hands?
‘Right,’ she said. ‘That’s you sorted. Unless you’d prefer Mickey gives kindergarten a miss and stays with you?’
‘What do four-year-olds like to do with their afternoons?’ Damn, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
‘Believe me, Mickey will order you around and run you ragged.’
Did she have to look so pleased?
Unfortunately Karina’s smug look had turned out to be justified. Logan grimaced as he sidestepped another spray of muddy water Mickey sent his way. What was it with small boys and puddles? The rain might have stopped hours ago,
