You, Me and a Family
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Finally he said, ‘Let’s go and see these patients.’
‘Of course.’ Why was he in such a hurry? Did he want to get the upcoming conversation in her office done and dusted as much as she did? She pushed out of her chair. ‘If you’d like to accompany me, Mr Forelli.’ And she led the way out the door as Kay’s phone rang.
‘I’ll be right with you,’ Kay called after them.
Mario squashed down his annoyance with her. ‘Can’t you start by calling me Mario?’ He gave her a charming grin that defied her to disagree. ‘Everyone else does.’
‘I think you’ll find I’m not everyone else,’ she retorted, her proud eyes little warmer than a glacier.
‘How true.’ He huffed an annoyed breath. ‘You’re head of paediatrics with a reputation that’s the envy of all your peers.’ He stopped and leaned oh-so-nonchalantly against the closed doors of the lift access, easing another wide smile across his mouth as he assessed her. Again. What was wrong with him today? Taking all this time to suss out a woman? A woman who clearly didn’t want him here. Sure, he was tired after a sleepless night with Sophia but that was nothing new.
Then his mouth got further carried away with, ‘You dress superbly.’ Any woman would kill for that perfectly fitted navy blue suit and soft draping white blouse.
‘Thank you.’ Alexandra’s tone was still sharp but her eyes were warming. Just.
He started walking. ‘How long have you been working in Nelson?’ Where do you live? Who do you live with?
‘Three years.’
‘And before that?’ Have you got bambinos running around somewhere? Though if you do, then why aren’t you at home with them? And why did he want to know these things? This was his boss. Her private life was of no interest to him whatsoever. Just being friendly. And testing the temperature.
‘In San Francisco, specialising.’ Alexandra tilted her head so she could glare up at him more thoroughly. ‘I’m the one who should be asking questions. Such as, exactly how long have you been working here, Mr Forelli?’
So, not Mario, then. Not yet anyway. But give him time, he’d get there. ‘Almost four months.’
Her eyebrows did that imperious rising motion, disappearing under her fringe as the implication of that sunk in. ‘Four months?’
‘Yes. I started a week after you left for your sabbatical.’
CHAPTER THREE
MARIO STOPPED AT the first door and ushered Alexandra ahead of him. Again freesias teased his nostrils as she passed. A sweet, beautiful fragrance. Hell, he didn’t even like freesias.
Kay joined them, bringing Rochelle and Jackson with her. ‘Hey, Lucas, how’s your tummy now? All better?’
‘It’s still sore.’ The boy barely lifted his head as he concentrated on the game on his console.
Mario tapped the eight-year-old on the knee. ‘What are you playing today?’
Lucas grinned. ‘I’m dragon-slaying, and I’m winning.’
‘Good for you.’ Mario turned to Alexandra and recalled the boy’s details for her. ‘Lucas presented with sudden severe abdominal pain three days ago. Peritonitis had set in, caused by his ruptured appendix.’
Kay held a thermometer up. ‘Open up, Mr Dragon Slayer. Can’t have you fighting dragons without making sure you’re fit for battle, can we?’
‘Mmm-mmm,’ Lucas murmured around the thermometer, his fingers never missing a move on the keys.
Alexandra chuckled. ‘You’re not going to get in the way of his game, Kay.’ She leaned around to watch the small screen. ‘Hey, watch out, there’s a dragon coming out from behind that tree. Yes, that’s it.’ She clapped her hands. ‘Well done. Oops, there’s another one.’
Mario gaped. This woman turned into marshmallow whenever she was around kids. As though she knew what kids liked. Did that mean she did have her own family? No one had mentioned one, but then he’d never thought to ask. Why would’ve he wanted to know? Perhaps he should borrow Lucas’s console and play a game during his meeting with her. If he let her slay more dragons she just might begin to thaw with him.
Then Alexandra straightened and stepped across to the next cubicle. ‘Hello, Amy. I hear you’ve been in for over a week this time.’
The twelve-year-old with nephrotic syndrome dropped the book she’d been pretending to read. ‘Yeah, it sucks.’
Alexandra picked up the notes from the end of the bed and perused them. ‘You’ve had more infections.’
‘The same old thing. I wanted to go home yesterday but Mario said I had to wait a few more days.’ She directed a conniving look at him from under her eyelashes.
‘Sorry about that. I’m such a mean monster.’ He grinned, totally unfazed by Amy’s wish to manipulate him.
‘But I can go tomorrow, can’t I?’ Amy asked.
He took the notes from Alexandra and scanned them. ‘Keep this up and I can’t see why not.’
‘Cool. Mum’s going to be happy about that. My uncle and aunt are coming to stay and she won’t want to be stuck in here with me.’ Her tone turned wistful. ‘I want to see them too.’
As they finished the ward round Alexandra turned to Kay. ‘Dr Forelli and I will be in my office. We’re not to be interrupted unless it’s an emergency.’
Kay grimaced, glanced at him, then back to Alexandra. ‘Of course.’ And then she gave their boss a gentle smile. ‘Welcome back to the real world.’ Kay widened her smile. ‘We’re glad you’re back, by the way.’
‘I’m very happy to be back.’ Alexandra returned the smile before turning away. That confusion had returned, lacing the glance she flicked him. Did she add ‘I think’ under her breath?
Alex sank down behind her desk and flicked through that small pile of paperwork she’d noted earlier. At the very bottom was an A4 envelope with ‘Mr Mario Forelli, Paediatric Surgeon’ typed across the middle. His credentials? She tapped the envelope corner against the desktop. Should she read it now? With Mario watching her?