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Оглавление‘HOW WAS MOSCOW?’
This time it was Freya who put her tray down at his table in the canteen. It was morning—just after seven—and he was eating cereal.
Unlike her, though, he was starting his day rather than at the tail-end of a shift.
They hadn’t really spoken since she had got back. Freya was just finishing a two-week stint on nights and their rosters hadn’t crossed.
‘Beautiful,’ Richard said. ‘But far from relaxing. All the signs are in Russian.’
‘I wonder why!’
‘Still, it was nice to get away. How was Scotland?’
‘I had a great time. It flew by, though.’
‘Have you finished on nights?’ He frowned, because it was odd to see her down here at this time of the morning.
‘Officially I have.’ Freya nodded. ‘But there’s a twin pregnancy to deliver soon.’
Freya was lacking in experience there, as the birthing centre at home didn’t accept multiple pregnancies. So she was more than happy to stay back—especially as through the night she had got to know Jeanette and her partner.
‘Stella just came on, and she suggested I go and get something to eat. Then she and Dr Mina are going to hold my hand, so to speak.’
Neither mentioned catching up with each other again. Some things were best left, Richard had decided.
He liked her a lot—perhaps because he couldn’t quite read her. She was private, and he liked that. And her eyes could be sullen at times, but then she punched out a smile...
All Richard knew was that he liked her a whole lot more than he was comfortable with.
‘Your interview went well?’ Freya checked, alluding to the text she hadn’t responded to.
‘It was just lunch.’
He offered no more, for he had already told her more than he should. Yet deep down he knew she wouldn’t have told anyone his potential news. He’d never have shared it with her otherwise.
Richard hadn’t expected to be as impressed as he was by the private hospital set-up. The hours were far fewer, though he could take on more if he chose, and he would have considerably more annual leave.
‘It would be a step up—a big one.’
‘A step back too,’ Freya said. ‘From the pace here.’
It wasn’t a criticism. She looked at him and could see his exhaustion, and then she looked down at the pile of cereal with which he fuelled his day.
She looked up again, at the closed look on his face, and knew she should not have come over. It wasn’t just their rosters that had kept them apart. He was politely avoiding her.
