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Chapter Five

“I’m sorry,” Spring said as her sparkling blue eyes widened and a blush crept up her cheeks.

“My fault,” David said at the same time.

He had been thinking about Dr. Spring Darling only to have the pretty physician walk straight into his arms. He steadied her, then let go quickly even though he wanted to breathe in the scent of her hair and hold her for just a moment. Since neither was appropriate, he held up a now partially crumpled piece of paper.

“I was headed to the hotel when I glanced at this and realized I needed some clarification from the nurses.”

“Let me see,” Spring offered. “I may be able to help.”

Although they were no longer in physical contact, neither of them moved from the spot where they’d collided.

Her eyes, he decided, were the blue of a cloudless summer day, and her lashes were full and long.

“Your eyelashes are beautiful.”

As soon as the inane words left his mouth, David felt as if he were fifteen and trying to ask Cindy Rae, his longtime secret crush, if he could walk her home from vacation Bible school. What type of lame guy complimented a woman on her eyelashes?

But instead of the “Well, bless your naive little heart for even thinking you had a shot with me” look that Cindy Rae had given him all those years ago, Spring Darling actually smiled. He watched as her eyes lit up with genuine humor and not the amused pity of a pageant princess in the making. The smile that now curved Spring’s mouth was the very one that he’d dreamed about while dozing on the chair in Jeremy’s room.

“I’m the envy of my younger sisters, who spend hundreds of dollars every year on eyelash plumpers, lash curlers and every new mascara that hits the market.”

“Brains and beauty,” he said almost to himself. “Now there’s a lethal combination.”

“I’m as tame as they come,” she said. “Would you like me to take a look at the instructions?”

After taking half a step back from her to clear his head, as well as put some physical distance between them, David smoothed the paper on his pants leg before handing it to her.

“Dr. Emmanuel is going to release him tomorrow,” he told her. “I asked for instructions early so I could get anything he might need and have it ready.”

“Jeremy’s just fallen asleep,” Spring said. “We can talk in the atrium. It’s right down the hall.”

He glanced at Jeremy’s closed hospital door. Even though he’d left barely half an hour ago, he couldn’t resist checking to make sure he was resting comfortably. “I’ll just take a quick look.”

Spring nodded, and he thought she might be used to anxious parents who wanted to assure themselves that their little ones fared well. “I’ll wait here.”

Charlotte glanced up from the newspaper she was reading in the very chair where David had spent the night. She smiled and lifted a finger to her mouth. “Shh.”

He nodded.

Jeremy was indeed sleeping, looking as he always did. Were it not for the hospital bed, the monitors and a huge teddy bear that he was clutching, his son would have looked as if he were at home in his own bed. The life-size bear sported a polka-dot bow tie and was just the sort of toy David would have gotten for him had his mind been on anything but the surgery his little boy had undergone.

“That was a good idea,” he told his mom with a nod toward Jeremy’s new companion. “Thank you.”

Charlotte shook her head. “Not from me. It’s from Dr. Darling.”

David’s brow lifted in surprise. “Really?”

She nodded, then whispered, “He named it Beau for the bow tie.”

David didn’t know what to make of this news, but he was grateful to see Jeremy looking so peaceful following the trauma of the previous night. After coming out of recovery and waking, he’d been fretful and the night had been long. The nurses told him that it was normal for children to be anxious in the unfamiliar surroundings.

“I’m going to talk to the doctor,” he said, still keeping his voice low so Jeremy wouldn’t be disturbed.

“All right, dear,” his mother said. “I’ll be right here.”

David leaned over the bed rail and kissed the top of his son’s head. Then, after sending a smile his mother’s way, he returned to the hall, missing Charlotte’s speculative glance at him.

Spring Darling was still there, not that he’d expected her to disappear. Her head was lowered in the position that he’d starting calling “Americans and their best friends” as she tapped on her phone. She must have sensed him standing there because she looked up. And when she smiled, David’s breath caught.

Her beauty was refined and classic, putting him in mind of pearls and calla lilies, rather than, say, daisies and bare feet, though no flowers or jewelry save a watch and small gold posts adorned her. No gold band was on her left hand, and he had the impression she would be the type of woman who would display her union with that symbol. He realized that he was interested in getting to know her...and that interest had nothing at all to do with the fact that she’d come to his son’s aid last night even though the clinic was officially closed.

“We can talk in the atrium,” she said again.

With that comment, David realized that Dr. Spring Darling was a pediatrician and her business was medicine. She was just doing her job, seeing to patients and ready to answer any questions parents had about care.

Then what was the teddy bear all about, he wondered to himself.

* * *

Spring wasn’t quite sure how it happened. One minute they were headed to the atrium, and the next she was suggesting the patio terrace of a coffeehouse near the hospital instead. She told herself that the atrium was crowded with patients and their families getting a bit of morning sun, but knew that wasn’t the full reason behind her decision.

Like a moth to a flame, something about David Camden called to her, beckoned her. And instead of activating the emotional shields she erected whenever a man got too close or seemed interested in her, she opened herself to the possibilities. If she wasn’t mistaken, she’d seen a spark in his eyes that mirrored her own when it came to him.

It was an intriguing and unique situation for her. And she was a grown woman. As her youngest sister, Autumn, would say, “Life’s too short to miss the game. Play ball!”

So she and David Camden settled on the patio terrace of the coffee shop that was a gravel pathway away from Cedar Springs General Hospital. The spot, frequented by hospital staff and employees from the nearby medical office complex, buzzed with the midmorning chatter of people taking quick breaks or grabbing an early lunch before dashing back to cubicles, labs and patients.