begin Jo was very conscious of Alex’s presence just behind her shoulder. In theatre boots she lost the advantage of her high heels, and he seemed to tower over her. In fact, of course, he was only about four inches taller than her at most, but, as she herself was five feet ten, she wasn’t used to many people being taller.
She had taken a hated disadvantage and turned it into a frank asset as she had matured and forged her career, but, as she swivelled round on the stool and tipped back her head to meet Alex’s eyes far above her, she was suddenly all the more aware of how big he was. He made her feel small and dainty and—dear God, now was not the time to think of how he made her feel!
It was a tricky repair and required all her concentration, and gradually she forgot about Alex’s presence behind her and focused on her patient.
At one point the heat of the theatre was almost overwhelming, and she could feel the moisture pooling in droplets on her brow and in the cleft between her breasts.
Before she could speak Alex’s hand appeared and swabbed her brow.
‘Better?’ he murmured, and she nodded.
‘Thank you. Right, I just want to attach these ligaments here and I can close her up. Can I have some sutures, please?’
As they left the operating theatre a short while later, he said quietly for her ears only, ‘Well done. That was a tricky one—you did it very neatly. I don’t think I could have done it better myself.’
She was warmed and yet irritated by his words of praise, and he was quick to pick up on it.
‘Have I patronised you?’
She gave a reluctant laugh. ‘Only a tiny bit.’
He smiled slightly. ‘About tonight——’
‘I can’t—even if I wanted to, I’ve promised to babysit for Anne Gabriel.’
‘I could bring a take-away and join you.’
‘I——’
For the life of her she couldn’t think of a single reason why he couldn’t, but all her senses were screaming ‘No!’. All except her treacherous heart.
‘You’ll have the children to chaperon you,’ he said reasonably.
‘Child. Beth. She’s six and a half.’
He waited patiently, while all the theatre staff milled around them, and she chewed her lip and doubted the intelligence she was born with.
‘I’m vegetarian,’ she warned him.
He shrugged. ‘I can live with that.’
Her heart thumped at the thought of living with this disturbing man.
‘OK. Meet me there at eight.’ She scribbled the address on a pad and ripped off the sheet. ‘Here. It’s easy to find—Reception will direct you; they’re hospital houses.’
‘Chinese or Indian?’
‘Either. I must go.’
He nodded. ‘I’ll see you later.’
As she went through to Recovery to check on her patients, she thought she must finally have lost her marbles.
Beth met her at the door, a bright-eyed, lively little girl with coltish limbs and a delicate face surrounded by thick dark brown tresses.
‘Hi, Auntie Jo!’
‘Hi, sweetheart. Is Mummy ready yet?’
‘Nearly. Come and see what I did at my babysitter’s today!’
Jo allowed herself to be dragged into the dingy little sitting-room at the back of the house and sat on the old sofa while Beth proudly showed her a mutilated piece of paper with coloured splodges on it. Stuck to the splodges were lumps of raw pasta.
‘It’s a pasta picture,’ Beth told her unnecessarily.
‘I can see that,’ Jo said. ‘Tell me about it.’
‘It’s meant to be ducks in the park. Mummy said it looked like a fight in an Italian restaurant. Sometimes she’s mean.’
Jo suppressed the urge to laugh. ‘I’m sure she was only teasing you, darling.’
Beth’s lip wobbled. ‘I didn’t want to be teased,’ she said unsteadily.
Jo sighed and ruffled Beth’s soft hair. ‘She didn’t mean to upset you, treasure. I think she’s very tired, Beth, and just needs time to herself sometimes. She works awfully hard, you know, darling.’
‘I know.’ Beth’s little face was resigned. ‘Can I have a cuddle, Auntie Jo?’
Jo hugged her quickly. ‘In a minute. I just want to tell Mummy something. Why don’t you find a nice book for me to read you?’
Leaving the child sorting through the bookcase in the sitting-room, Jo ran lightly up the stairs and tapped on the door of the larger bedroom.
‘Come in!’
She pushed open the door and went in, sighing at the chaos. Anne was sitting at the dressing-table, carefully concealing the dark shadows under her eyes. Clothes were strewn all over the bed.
‘Heavy date?’ she asked with irony.
‘Oh, don’t! I don’t know what to say to him, Jo. I wish he hadn’t proposed—I was just getting all ready to end it and he went and popped the question!’
‘He’ was Colin Bradley, a charming and delightful solicitor, widowed, with two young daughters a little older than Beth, and his interest in Anne was so blatantly as a mother substitute that they had found his declaration of love almost laughable. Laughable, that was, until Anne had realised that he meant it.
‘He’s a dear man, but——’ Anne shuddered slightly. ‘Jo, I could never sleep with him! Not after … I just couldn’t.’
Jo shoved the clothes out of the way and sat on the end of the bed.
‘Are you quite sure you’ve considered all the benefits of marriage to him sufficiently? OK, so you don’t find him all that attractive, but there’s not that much wrong with him, and he’d be a good father to Beth. And God knows you could do with a little company. Is having to sleep with him such a huge price to pay?’
Anne turned to face her friend. ‘I’ve known you for twelve years, Jo. Could you do it?’
Jo thought of Alex, of the searing ecstasy of that one night in his arms, and then thought of spending the rest of her life going through a pale imitation of that night with another man.
‘No—no, I couldn’t,’ she said softly. ‘You’re right—and both you and Beth deserve far more than that. I think Colin does, too. Yes, you’re right—tell him this evening.’
Anne sighed. ‘He’ll be here in a minute. Oh, life’s always so complicated!’
Jo thought again of Alex.
‘Annie, I have a confession. Someone’s coming round to keep me company this evening. I hope you don’t mind.’
Her friend paused in the act of hanging up the clothes again. ‘A man?’
Jo nodded.
‘Great—about time. Anyone I know?’
She nodded again. ‘Our new consultant.’
Anne whistled. ‘Blimey, that was quick!’
‘Not really. Our last date was four years ago.’ Anne dropped the dress she was holding, and stared at Jo in horror. ‘What …?’
Jo nodded slowly.
‘My God. And I thought I had problems.’