‘Oh, but, Dad, we’re having so much fun,’ Tom pleaded, blowing his whistle again for good measure.
‘No “oh, buts”, Callum growled playfully. ‘I let you stay up to see in the new year because I promised…’ He faltered as a memory of Tom last New Year’s Eve, desperately ill in hospital, sent an itch up his spine. He cleared his throat. ‘But now its bedtime for you. Say goodbye and thank you to Hailey for putting up with us.’
‘Thanks Hailey. It was so-o-o much fun.’
‘Yes, it was.’ Hailey laughed and held out her hand. ‘It was very nice meeting you.’
Tom shook it solemnly and Hailey smiled as he gave a very big yawn for a little boy. He snuggled his head into his father’s chest and Hailey found herself wishing she could too. ‘’Night, sleepyhead.’
‘Thanks,’ Callum said to Hailey in a low voice. ‘You were great with him.’
She shrugged casually as her pulse pounded through her head. ‘He’s a great kid.’
Callum looked down at his son’s head, covered in sandy hair. ‘Yes. He is.’ He smiled at her again, before turning away from temptation and taking his leave.
Hailey stared at the French doors for a long while after they’d gone feeling curiously deflated. She could still feel the imprint of his lips on her cheek, the pull of her attraction to him. She turned away, facing the view, forcing herself to forget him. Forget the kiss.
But she couldn’t deny how wonderful it felt as she stared blindly at the moon-kissed gardens below. Wonderful also to have a reprieve from the darker thoughts that had dogged her earlier. She’d tried really hard since her return not to indulge in self-pity. To be her usual, upbeat self. Her time on the balcony with Tom’s father had certainly wiped out all thoughts of anything else.
It was rather freeing and she began to believe that there was going to be a time when what had happened in London would be completely behind her.
Her hand gripped the railing hard. Bad idea, Hails. Very, very bad idea.
She would not try to erase the memory of one man and his son by replacing them with another.
No matter how well the man could kiss.
CHAPTER TWO
‘So?’
‘So what?’ Hailey fobbed off her sister.
‘You disappeared out onto the balcony the other night. Did you find someone to bring in the new year with?’ Rilla repeated with an exaggerated slowness.
‘I’m really very busy, Ril,’ Hailey said, avoiding the question again. She indicated the pile of charts she was working on. ‘See these? See that sign?’ She pointed to the sign on the wall near the light switch, ‘It says Ward 2B. This is a hospital, remember.’
‘So you did meet someone.’ Rilla nodded sagely as she bit into her apple.
Hailey sighed in exasperation and threw down her pen. ‘Isn’t it busy down in Emergency? Don’t you have a bus crash or something to be getting back to?’
‘I’m on my break. Anyway, we’re in a lull. They know I’m up here, visiting you, if they need me.’
Hailey knew she wasn’t going to shake her sister. ‘You know, just because you and Luca finally got your act together, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world is looking for love.’
Rilla laughed. ‘Hah! I knew it! What’s his name?’
Hailey wished she could share that particular piece of information with her sister but she hadn’t found out her mystery kisser’s name. Deliberately. She sighed, knowing capitulation was easier than trying to wrestle the bone from her sister. ‘Tom’s father?’ she offered dubiously.
Rilla frowned. ‘Tom? The kid with the truck?’ She thought a bit more. ‘Ah,’ she said, realisation dawning, ‘the military-looking dude? Mr Tuxedo?’
Hailey smiled at Rilla’s nickname. Hadn’t she been enthralled by how well he wore a suit? She filled her sister in on her balcony tryst, heavy on the detail with Tom, more hazy about his father.
‘Oh, Hails. Do you think it’s wise to get involved with another motherless boy?’ Rilla asked gently.
Hailey hadn’t told them much about what had happened in London but Rilla had known, they’d all known, that the sudden death of her sister’s young charge had been a devastating blow. One thing was for sure, Hailey was certainly a very different person from the excitable young gadabout she’d been before her travels.
‘I’m not involved,’ Hailey denied hotly, despite three nights’ worth of steamy dreams over a very non-steamy kiss. ‘I’m never likely to come across them again. I don’t even know who he is, for crying out loud.’
‘Yes, but he was at the hospital ball so he must at least work here.’
Hailey shrugged. ‘If he does, he’s new. I’d never seen him before.’ Someone that good-looking would certainly have stood out or at least been worthy of comment on the hospital grapevine.
‘No, neither had I. Beth didn’t know him either. I’ll put some feelers out.’
Hailey rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t do it on my account.’ As her sister had so aptly pointed out, the very last thing she wanted in her life was another little boy. Or his father. ‘How’s the bump going?’ she asked Rilla, deftly changing the subject.
They chatted for another fifteen minutes. Hailey listened half-heartedly to Rilla’s baby prattle, her mind wandering again to Saturday night.
‘I’ll see you later. I’ll ring if I find out anything about Mr Tuxedo.’ Rilla winked as she departed.
‘Great,’ Hailey said brightly. Just what she needed, Rilla in matchmaker mode.
But her mind turned quickly to more pressing matters. This afternoon’s meet and greet with the new director of paediatric services at the Brisbane General was a pretty big deal. She steeled herself mentally. The last director had been in his sixties and around for ever, and a real honey to boot. It had been sad to see him go.
Getting used to someone new was always a little fraught. Drastic changes to set practices often caused consternation and Hailey knew she wasn’t the only member of staff who was nervous. She crossed her fingers that the transition wouldn’t be too bumpy.
Hailey answered the phone in the nurses’ station just before lunch. It was the lab with some renal function results and she dutifully wrote them down.
‘Excuse me.’
‘One moment,’ Hailey said, not bothering to look up from the piece of paper as she double-checked the numbers.
‘Thanks, George,’ she said, replacing the phone, then scribbled the patient details down. ‘Yes, sir, can I help you?’
Hailey looked up expectantly, her greeting dying on her lips. Tom’s father stood before her. He wore a pale lemon
