figured it out, but not before the students who were following me on my rounds did the world’s biggest snigger.’
‘So the look I had on my face just then…’
‘Yep. It was like my intern looked when I came out of the ward and asked why a small matter like lack of legs wasn’t in the patient notes. Last night all you did was not offer me a three-course meal when I was still queasy. So you can stop beating yourself up and pass me the jam.’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said faintly. ‘These are great s…buns.’
‘They are, aren’t they?’ she said smugly. ‘I taught myself from the Australian Countrywomen’s Association Cookbook, circa 1978.’
‘Your mother didn’t teach you?’
‘No,’ she said shortly, and a shadow crossed her face.
‘Um…your mother…’ he started.
‘What about my mother?’
‘Will she have hot cross buns waiting for your arrival?’
‘Probably. Designer buns, though,’ she said. ‘She’ll have ordered them from the most exclusive and expensive baker in Melbourne. She’ll have unsalted butter imported from Denmark. If she wasn’t staying at Charles’s parents’ place she’d be serving them on china that cost more than my weekly salary per piece, but Marjory will be making up for that. Marjory has exquisite porcelain all her own.’
‘Marjory?’
‘Charles’s mother,’ she said, and bit into her scone with a savagery that made him blink.
‘Um…’
‘Don’t ask,’ she said. ‘I love them but they drive me nuts. In a while I’ll phone and ask them to come and get me.’ She looked down at her sarong and winced. ‘I’m not sure what they’ll think of my fashion sense. What do you think, boys?’
The little boys had been staring at her like she had two heads. They were totally entranced.
‘It’s very…nice,’ Martin tried.
‘My mum wore a blanket sometimes,’ Nathan offered.
‘Your mum…’
‘I’ve washed your clothes,’ Dom said, thinking maybe now was a good time to deflect the conversation. ‘I put them in the washer last night-they’re in the drier now. I’d expect you’ll have decent clothes in about half an hour.’
‘I think I ripped them.’
‘You may have,’ he agreed. ‘Did you have any more? In the car?’
‘Of course.’
‘I let the police know about the crash last night. If the local cop doesn’t arrive with your gear, we’ll go and get it.’
‘Did you really crash your car?’ Martin asked.
‘I did.’ Then, seeing the boys’ desire for gory detail, she relented. ‘Marilyn, the dog, was in the middle of the road. I swerved to avoid hitting her. My car went off the road and rolled all the way down to the river.
‘Rolled…’ Nathan breathed.
‘Rolled,’ she agreed. ‘Over and over. It was lucky I was wearing a seat belt or I’d have been squashed.’
‘You must have been scared,’ Martin said.
‘I was.’ She nodded, looking satisfactorily ghoulish. ‘I could have been deader than a duck.’ Her dark eyes twinkled. ‘If it was a dead duck, that is.’
But Martin wasn’t to be deflected. He was off in his own horror story. ‘You might have rolled into the river and drowned,’ he said, and frowned. ‘I think my dad drowned. My aunty said he drowned himself in booze.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ Erin said, focusing directly on the little boy before her. Her playacting disappeared. Her expression was suddenly adult to adult, and Dom thought, This woman is skilled. Empathic. Kind. Her whole body language said she cared.
‘I can’t even remember him,’ Martin said. ‘I can remember Mum but she’s gone, too.’
‘Does that make you really sad?’ Erin asked. Cautious.
‘No, ’cos Dom’s looking after me,’ Martin said, cheering up. ‘And Tansy, but Tansy’s not here. But you’re here, and now Marilyn is, too.’
‘The dog’s here only till this lady goes home,’ Dom said warningly and Erin thought…
‘No,’ Dom said.
She looked startled. ‘What?’
‘It’s two who can play at face-reading,’ he retorted. ‘I’m sorry you crashed your car. I’m also very sorry for Marilyn but I can’t keep her.’
‘You can’t…’ She paused. ‘No. I…Of course you can’t.’
‘I’m looking after two boys and the medical needs of this entire community,’ he said. ‘Normally I have a housekeeper…’
‘No wife?’ she said before she could stop herself.
‘No wife,’ he agreed, and smiled at her evident confusion. ‘I’m sorry. Last night you assumed there was, and because you were scared it seemed more sensible to let you believe it. We normally have a live-in housekeeper- Tansy. She’s great, isn’t she, boys? But her sister had a baby last week so Tansy’s flown to Queensland to help out. Which means when I get an urgent callout the boys have to come with me. I can hardly take Marilyn and the pups as well. I can only take on so much.’
‘Of course you can,’ she said, hurriedly. ‘I…I’ll think of something.’
‘Of course you will,’ he said, and had to bite back the urge to say, Stay here. Of course we can keep your dog. We can keep you, too, if you want.
Which was ridiculous. There was no earthly reason why he should look at this woman and feel his heart hammer in his chest. She was a patient, who’d come to him for help.
She didn’t belong here.
His body was telling him she did.
His body had better go take a hike.
Maybe he had more of his mother in him than he thought. His mother had believed in love at first sight and she’d messed with both of their lives because of it. Her romantic ideals had turned into loser after loser. She saw life through rose-coloured glasses, and her dreams turned to nightmares every time.
‘I have work to do,’ he said abruptly.
‘I won’t interfere.’
‘I know you won’t,’ he said. And added silently as he left, for his ears only, Because I won’t let you.
She’d upset him. He’d walked out of the room like he couldn’t leave fast enough. Like she was contagious.
Ridiculous. She must be mistaken.
She ate another scone and had a second cup of coffee and talked to the boys. The tumble-drier whirred to a halt in the next room, and Dom appeared again, with an armful of clean, dry clothes.
‘Do you want to phone your family?’ he asked, brusque and businesslike. ‘You lost your cellphone, didn’t you. You can use my land line.’
She glanced at her watch. Nine. If she was driving from Melbourne this morning she’d hardly arrive before eleven. They wouldn’t be worrying. She could have a couple more hours…
Of what? Sitting in this man’s kitchen eating more hot cross scones while he stayed out of her way?
Stupid. She was avoiding the inevitable. She had to go.
And Marilyn? If she was careful she could get her onto the back seat of Charles’s or her father’s car, she decided. Sure, they shouldn’t disrupt her but it was a whole lot better than putting her down. Which was the alternative.
‘You could ring the local animal shelter,’ Dom said, watching her face and seeing her indecision. ‘They might be able to do something.’
‘On the first day of a four-day holiday? An injured stray with hours-old puppies?’ She shook her head. ‘I’ll think of something.’ She rose to her feet. Feeling shaky. Feeling unaccountably desolate.
‘I’ll fetch some crutches from the surgery.’