blew out a breath. “She’s his niece. And she gives him quite a bit of grief. Isn’t that right, Lucas?”
The man in question studied Darcie as if he couldn’t quite grasp something. “That’s right, and.” The pupils in his eyes grew larger. “Oh, Darcie, I’m almost afraid to ask. Who did you think she was?”
“I—I.” She stammered around for a second then finally gave up.
He made a tutting sound then his lips curved. “I think I see. A love triangle, wasn’t it? I don’t know if I should be insulted or flattered.”
“I just thought, she was—”
“My girlfriend?”
Isla’s voice cut in. “Would someone like to clue me in on what you two are going on about? What’s this about a love triangle?”
“It’s nothing.”
Lucas spoke at the exact same time she did. He then laughed, while Darcie’s face flamed.
Their patient looked from one to the other of them. “Oh, this is definitely not nothing. But…” she patted her belly “…someone is starting to use my bladder as his own personal football. So unless you want to take a break while I visit the loo, maybe we should get on with this.”
“Of course.” Lucas pulled out his measuring tape and stretched it over the bulge of Isla’s belly, writing the results on her chart. “Right on schedule. At this rate I think the baby will weigh in at a little over seven pounds. The perfect size for a first baby.”
“Thank goodness, because right now my stomach looks to be the size of a football.” She gave a light laugh. “I guess that’s why this little guy feels like he’s training for the World Cup.”
“Anything out of the ordinary? Contractions?”
“No. Nothing. I feel great.” She glanced at Darcie. “Except I have to break our date for the beach this afternoon. Someone called off sick, and they’ve asked me to fill in.”
“Don’t worry about it. Some other time.”
“I know, but I promised to take you to see some sights, and with everything with Alessi and the baby, time has just slipped away.” Isla slid a look at Lucas. “Aren’t you two on the same rota?”
A pit lodged in her stomach. “Yes, why?”
“Well, because…” She gave the midwife a wide smile. “Would you mind going in my place? Darcie and I were going to make a list of things for her to see and do. If she puts it off too much longer, she’ll go back to England without having visited anything.”
Her unease morphed into horror. “Isla, I’m sure he has other things to do with his off time than go to the beach.”
“Actually, I’m free once our shift is over.” The smile he gave her was much slower than Isla’s and held a touch of challenge that made her shiver. “I’ll be happy to help her make her list. And maybe even tick an item or two off of it. Since we do have the same rota. Unless she doesn’t trust me, for some reason.”
Isla skimmed her hands over her belly and gave a sigh that sounded relieved. “Of course she trusts you. That would be brilliant, Lucas. At this point, I would only slow her down.”
They were making plans that she hadn’t even agreed to. And go to the beach with Lucas? See those long legs stretched out on the sand beside hers? A dull roar sounded in her ears as panic set in.
“I’ll be fine—”
A quick knock sounded before she could blurt out the rest of her sentence, that she would be fine on her own, that she didn’t need company.
Sean Anderson, one of the other obstetricians, poked his head into the room. “Sorry, guys, they told me Isla was here.” He looked at the patient, his expression unreadable. “One of your teen mums-to-be projects is at the nurses’ station, asking for you. And after that your father wants to speak with you about your sister. I have a few questions about her myself.”
Poor Isla. Not exactly the kind of thing one wanted to deal with when heavily pregnant.
Charles Delamere—Isla’s father and the head of the Melbourne Victoria Hospital—had given her friend nothing but grief over her older sister’s mad dash to England and the reasons behind it. Sean hadn’t been far behind in the question department. But according to Isla, she’d promised Isabel that she would never reveal her secret to anyone. Especially not to Sean, since his coming to the hospital nine months ago had been what had sent Isabel running for the door in the first place.
She tried to avoid the other man’s gaze as much as possible, until Isla sat up and grabbed her hand. “Would you come with me, since you wanted to know more about the teen mums program?”
Her eyes said it all. She didn’t want to be alone with Sean in case he grilled her again about Isabel. Darcie wouldn’t have known about any of this except that Isabel’s sudden departure had left an opening at both the MMU and in the Delameres’ luxurious penthouse flat, which she’d shared with Isla until her friend’s marriage to Alessandro.
Darcie had been all too happy to take Isabel’s place, since she knew what it was like to run from something. In Darcie’s case, it had been the right decision. In Isabel’s, she wasn’t so sure.
Isla hadn’t told her much, but she knew Isabel was keeping something big from Sean. Maybe it was time for her to tell him the truth and see what happened.
But that wasn’t her decision to make.
“Of course I’ll come with you. It’ll give me a chance to meet someone who’s in the program.”
As Isla threw her a grateful look and slid off the bed, Lucas, who’d been listening to their conversation without a word, wrapped his fingers around Darcie’s wrist. “I’ll meet you by the entrance after work. This’ll give us a chance to discuss some things as well.”
Like how she’d somehow managed to leap to the conclusion that his niece was some floozy that kept him out late at night and caused him to have a flippant attitude about work? Heavens, she’d misjudged the man, and she wasn’t exactly sure how to make it right. But going to the beach with him was the last venue she would have chosen. For the life of her, though, she couldn’t think of a way to get out of it. “If you’re sure.”
“More than sure.” His thumb glided across the inside of her wrist, the touch so light she was almost positive she’d imagined it, if not for the cheeky grin that followed. Then he released her. “Give me a ring when you’re done.”
“‘Kay.”
Once out the door, she went with Sean and Isla to the waiting area, her shaking legs and thumping heart threatening to send her to the floor. It took several deep breaths to get hold of herself.
It turned out the expectant mum was there to introduce Isla to a friend of hers—also a teen, also pregnant—who wanted to be included in the teen mums program. Darcie’s heart ached over these young women who found themselves facing the unthinkable alone. She glanced at her friend, who greeted the newcomer with a smile, handing her a brochure that explained the enrolment process for TMTB. Darcie might not be able to understand what they went through, but Isla and Isabel understood all too well. Her chest grew tighter as she noticed Sean still standing behind them.
Oh, the tangled webs.
Once the girls were off on their way, Sean stepped forward. Holding up a hand, Isla stopped him in his tracks. “Don’t ask, Sean. I can’t tell you.” She hesitated, and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something else then stopped.
All the heartache with Robert came rushing back, and Darcie realized how much simpler it would have been if he’d told her the truth when he’d first realized he loved someone else, rather than dragging out the process. If he hadn’t kept his feelings for Tabitha a secret, maybe things would have been