Tina Beckett – Her Playboy's Secret (страница 7)
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 easier on all involved.
That thought propelled her next words.
“Maybe you should call Isabel and ask her yourself,” she suggested, grabbing Isla’s hand and giving it a quick squeeze of reassurance. She was half-afraid Isla would smack her for sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.
Sean’s blue eyes swung toward her. “I tried when I heard she was leaving, but she wouldn’t take my calls.”
Instead of cutting her off, Isla nodded, wrapping her arm around Darcie’s as if needing to hold onto something. “Maybe, Sean…maybe you should just go there. If you’re standing in front of her, she can’t ignore you.”
“Go to England?” he asked.
That was a fantastic idea.
Lucas had planted himself in Darcie’s path a couple of weeks ago, and she’d been forced to stand there while he’d had his say. Maybe Sean should do the same. Once everything was out in the open, they could decide what to do with the truth. Or at least Isabel would be forced to tell him to his face that she wanted nothing to do with him. Somehow Darcie didn’t think that’s what the other woman would say when it came down to it. But, whatever happened, it was up to the two of them to hash things out. It wasn’t Isla’s responsibility, and she shouldn’t have to act as intermediary, especially with a baby on the way. The last thing she needed was any added stress.
“I can give you her address, if you promise not to tell her where you got it,” Isla added.
“My contract at the hospital
Isla’s chin angled up a fraction of an inch. “I guess it comes down to whether or not you really want to know why she left, or how much you might come to regret it if you never take the chance and ask.”
“I’ll let you know if I need that address.” With that, he strode down the hallway as if the very hounds of hell were hot on his heels.
Darcie sighed. “Do you think he will?”
“I don’t know. Maybe the better question would be…if he
Why had he agreed to take her to the beach?
Lucas paused at the entrance to the car park to roll down the long sleeves of his shirt and button the cuffs against the cool air—or maybe he was gearing up for battle.
Having seen Darcie’s face go pink when she’d realized Cora was his niece and not his lover had made something come to life inside him…as had her comment about a love triangle. The fact that she’d envisioned herself with him in that way was so at odds with how she’d always treated him that her flippant words had intrigued him. As had the thought of seeing her outside her own environment. Would the woman he’d come to view as an English rose—beautiful skin, green eyes, and a set of thorns that would pierce the toughest hide—turn into someone different once she stepped off hospital property?
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