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‘MUMMY, what’s sex?’

Oh, brilliant. Cursing her mother for landing her in such deep water, Meg tucked the duvet around Jamie. ‘Well, sex can mean different things.’ This was one conversation she did not want to have right now—not while memories of Dino’s irresistible dark eyes were still fixed in her brain. ‘It can mean the same thing as gender—whether someone is male or female.’

‘So Rambo is male sex.’

‘That’s right.’

‘And you’re female sex.’

‘Right again.’

Jamie reached for his drink of water. ‘So what else does it mean?’

Meg wondered whether to simply change the subject and then decided that wouldn’t be right. This was part of being a single parent, wasn’t it? You dealt with these things on your own. ‘When a male and a female come together to make a baby, that’s called sex, too.’ She decided that was enough detail for a seven-year-old, at least for the time being.

‘Grandma thinks you should make a baby.’

Meg gulped. ‘No, Jamie, that’s not what Grandma thinks.’

‘Yes, she does. She’s told me loads of times she thinks you should get married and have more babies. She’s always talking about it.’

Meg contemplated calling her mother upstairs to sort out the mess she’d created. ‘Jamie, I’m not getting married.’ She took the cup from him and tucked the duvet around him. ‘Honestly, if I ever decide to get married, you’ll be the first to know.’

‘The man you’re marrying would be the first to know. I’d be second.’

‘Sometimes, my little superhero, you’re too clever for your own good.’ Meg kissed him on the cheek and then reached across and snapped the light on by his bed. ‘Which story do you want?’

‘Batman. So if you’re not getting married, why did you yell the word “sex”? And why was Dino laughing so hard?’ Jamie snuggled under the duvet, his hair still rumpled from play-fighting with the Italian doctor. His Batman toy was still in his hand. ‘I don’t get what’s funny.’

‘Nothing’s funny. I was talking to Grandma. She was being…well, she was being Grandma.’

‘She also told me it isn’t normal or natural for a young woman of your age to be on her own,’ Jamie parroted. ‘I pointed out I live here too, but apparently I don’t count.’

‘You count, Jamie.’ Meg picked up the book they’d been reading the night before. ‘Believe me, you count.’

‘I wouldn’t mind if you got married. Especially if you married Dino. That would be super-cool.’

Meg thought about the heat they’d generated in the small tent on the mountainside. ‘Cool’ wasn’t the word she would have chosen. ‘Jamie, I’m not marrying Dino. We’re not even…well…’

‘You’re not dating?’

‘What do you know about dating?’

‘It’s when a boy and a girl hold hands. Sometimes they kiss and stuff. I know you don’t do it.’

‘Right. Well, that’s because I haven’t met anyone I want to…’ she cleared her throat ‘…hold hands with.’

‘Maybe you will now we’ve hung all the mistletoe everywhere. Grandma says you just won’t let a man close enough to hold your hand.’

‘Grandma talks too much.’

‘But it could happen?’

Not in a million years. ‘Maybe—of course, you never know what will happen in this world.’

‘Could it happen by Thursday?’

‘Thursday?’ Meg blinked. ‘Why Thursday?’

‘Thursday is Dad’s Day at school.’ He sounded gloomy. ‘You’re supposed to bring in your dad or some other important man in your life and they’re all meant to talk about their jobs for five minutes.’

Meg felt as though ice water had been poured down her back. ‘There are lots of kids in your school whose parents have split up.’

‘Not in my class. Only Kevin and he still sees his dad every weekend. I’m the only one whose dad doesn’t actually visit. Freddie King says I must be a total loser if even my own dad doesn’t want to be with me.’ Jamie sat up and scrubbed his hand over his face. ‘I know you told me to be ass-ass—’

‘Assertive.’

‘That’s what I meant—assertive, but it’s hard to be assertive when he’s telling the truth.’ His little mouth wobbled.

‘It isn’t the truth, Jamie.’ Meg felt boiling-hot anger replace the freezing cold. ‘Dad didn’t leave because of you,’ she muttered thickly, pulling him into her arms and hugging him tightly. The plastic Batman dug into her back. ‘He left because of me. I’ve told you that a thousand times. He left before you were even born, so how could it have been about you? Technically, you weren’t even here.’

‘The thought of me was enough to scare him away.’

‘It wasn’t you who scared him away, it was me. I wasn’t who he wanted me to be.’ Meg eased him away from her. ‘Your dad wanted a really girly girl, and I’m, well, I’m not like that. I’ve never been that great with hair and dresses and make-up and all that stuff.’

But other women were.

Do you really need to ask why I had an affair with Georgina? Because she’s glamorous, Meg, that’s why.

Meg sat still, shocked by how much it could still hurt, even after more than seven years.

Jamie snuggled under the covers, clearly reassured by her words. ‘But you can do all the important things. You’re like Mrs Incredible. I mean, not with the stretchy arms, but you can climb, and slide down ropes and stuff. That’s cool.’

Mrs Incredible. Meg swallowed down the lump in her throat. ‘Well, you think it’s cool, but some people think it’s more important to know about the right shade of nail varnish than be able to rescue someone off a mountain in a blizzard.’ She stroked his head quickly and then stood up, too agitated to sit still a moment longer. She prowled around the tiny bedroom, picking up socks and more Batman toys, trying not to remember how hard she’d found it to fit in at school. She didn’t want her child to go through the same thing. She didn’t want him to feel that same sense of isolation. ‘It’s going to be OK, Jamie. Tomorrow I’m going to talk to your teacher and ask her what on earth she was thinking, having Dad’s Day at school. It just makes kids a target for bullying. We’ll sort it out, I promise. We’ll come up with a plan.’

Jamie was silent for a moment. ‘I sort of had a plan. I thought of something.’

‘Good. That’s what I like. A plan. It’s great that you sort things out by yourself. Tell me.’

‘I want to invite Dino.’

Meg froze. ‘To Dad’s Day?’

‘Why not? He lets me ride in his car, he’s always nice to me when we have to go the mountain rescue centre and that time at the hospital he let me wait in his office and got me a whole bunch of toys to play with. And he knows about cars and stuff. I like him. He’s nice.’

Nice? Meg thought about Dino Zinetti. Hair as dark as night, a mouth that was masculine and sexy and eyes that knew just how to look at a woman.

‘Nice isn’t the word I’d use.’

Jamie looked shocked. ‘You don’t think Dino is nice?’

‘I’m not saying he isn’t nice, honey.’ ‘Nice’ seemed like such an inappropriate word to describe a man as hotly sexual as Dino, but somehow Meg managed to get her tongue round it. ‘He is—er—nice, but, well…he’s just not the right person to take to Dad’s Day.’

‘It doesn’t have to be your dad. Just a man who is important in your life.’

And she didn’t let Jamie have a man who was important in his life, did she? This was all her fault. Torn apart by guilt, Meg stood still. ‘Jamie, listen, I—’

‘You work with him every day. Will you ask him, Mum? He just has to come for an hour and chat about what he does.’

Ask Dino to come to the school? Meg felt the Batman toy bite into her palm as she squeezed it tight. ‘He wouldn’t do that.’

‘He might. You didn’t think he’d let me sit in his car, and he did. You don’t know if you don’t ask.’

‘I can’t ask, Jamie.’

Jamie’s face fell. ‘OK. I’ll just go on my own. It’ll be fine.’

Meg felt like the worst mother in the world. ‘All right, I’ll ask him.’ The words were torn from her, dragged from inside her by the raw power of maternal guilt. ‘But he might be busy.’

‘I know. He’s a consultant in Emergency Medicine and he’s a member of the mountain rescue team and he won a gold medal in the men’s downhill at the winter Olympics when he was nineteen.’

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘He won a gold medal. Didn’t you know?’

‘No,’ Meg said faintly. ‘I didn’t. We don’t talk about personal stuff that much.’

‘You should. He’s really cool, Mum. Did you know that when he was my age he could eat six doughnuts in under a minute?’

Meg thought of Dino’s athletic physique, a result of his active, outdoor lifestyle. ‘No, I didn’t know that either. Presumably he gave that habit up before he won the men’s downhill. Go to sleep now.’ Why on earth had she allowed herself to say she would speak to Dino? She’d rather dig a hole and bury herself in it. ‘Jamie, listen to me—’

‘I’m so glad you’re going to ask him, Mum.’ Jamie pulled the duvet up to his neck, a blissful smile on his face. ‘I was dreading school this week, but now I’m really looking forward to it. Dino’s the best. If he comes and talks to my class, Freddie will never tease me again. Do you know it’s only fifteen more sleeps until Christmas? Isn’t that great? I’ve written my letter to Santa. I did it with Grandma. We put it in the fireplace. Do you think he’ll take it tonight?’

Meg opened her mouth to tell him that there was no way she could ask Dino to Dad’s Day. ‘I’m sure Santa will take it. Is it really only fifteen more sleeps?’ Her voice was croaky and somehow she just couldn’t form the right words. ‘That is great. I guess I’d better start doing some Christmas shopping.’

Hi, Dino, what are you doing on Thursday?

Hi, Dino, don’t take this the wrong way, but would you consider…?

Meg rehearsed various ways of asking him as she walked through the main entrance of the hospital the following morning. As if she didn’t have enough pressure from her mother, now she had it from her son, too.

Why did she have to find a man? It was just nonsense. Jamie’s life was full of men. Just not one special man. And that was a good thing. Relying on one man could leave you flat on your face, as she’d discovered to her cost.

Jamie had already had one man walk out of his short life. She wasn’t going to allow it to happen a second time by encouraging him to spend time with a man as notorious for his unwillingness to commit to relationships as Dino.

They were doing fine, the two of them. They were a great team. She was the one in control of their future.

But she couldn’t shift the heavy weight of guilt and she’d hovered for an extra five minutes at the school gates, fighting the temptation to seek out Freddie and tell him to stop torturing her child. She’d stood and watched Jamie, a tiny figure, swamped by his warm jacket. The only boy in his class who wasn’t bringing a Dad to Dad’s Day.

She’d wanted to go into the school and yell at them for being insensitive, but Jamie had begged her not to. Now she was wishing she’d overruled him.

Should she have rung the school? Freddie’s mother? She worried about it all the way to work and was still worrying when she visited Harry in the observation ward. He was in a corner bed on his own. ‘Hey, layabout. I thought I’d say hi before I start work.’

His face brightened when he saw her. ‘Wolf-girl!’

‘Better not call me that. They’re funny about animals in hospital—they might throw me out. Here…’ Meg handed him a book she’d bought from the hospital shop, ‘I’ve no idea if you’ve read it, but I thought it had an interesting cover. Monsters ripping people apart. Perfect teenage reading.’

‘Thanks. Cool.’ Harry put it on his lap and reached for some chocolate from his locker. ‘Want some?’

‘At nine in the morning? No, thanks. I don’t mind being wolf-girl, but I draw the line at elephant-girl, and if I start eating chocolate for breakfast that’s what I’ll be. How’s your head?’

‘Hurts.’ Harry chewed. ‘But they did that scan thing and said my brain is all right.’

‘I know. No skull fracture. I rang last night to check up on you.’ She looked at his bedside table. ‘Who bought you the torch and the whistle? Your mum?’

‘Are you kidding? Mum’s never going to let me out of her sight again.’ He looked gloomy. ‘No, the torch and whistle were from Dr Zinetti. He dropped them off before he went off duty last night. Or it might have been this morning—it was definitely after midnight.’

He’d been at the hospital that late? Meg’s tummy gave a little lurch. ‘I suppose your mum was upset.’

‘She freaked out. I’m grounded. No more walks on my own. Dad went totally mental.’ He looked so forlorn that Meg took pity on him.

‘When you’ve healed, you can walk with Rambo and me.’

‘And me.’ The deep, male voice came from right behind her and Meg felt her heart bump against her chest. Was it the Italian accent? Or the fact that last night he’d got too close for comfort? Or was it just her mother’s fault for mentioning sex?

She closed her eyes briefly, feeling sick at the thought of telling him Jamie’s request. Imagining how he would interpret such an invitation, Meg slid lower in her chair. Could anything be more embarrassing?

‘Hi, Dr Zinetti,’ Harry grinned. ‘Thanks again for the torch and the whistle.’

‘Basic walking equipment.’ Dino sat down on the chair on the opposite side of Harry’s bed and helped himself to chocolate. ‘I’m going to run a survival course in the New Year. I’ve booked you on it, no charge.’

Harry sank back against the pillows. ‘No way will Mum let me go to that.’

‘Meg will speak to her.’ Dino winked at her. ‘Put in a good word. She’s going to be taking a session on training a search dog.’

Meg recoiled. ‘No, I’m not. No way am I standing up in front of a bunch of strangers and—’

‘You’re an important part of the MRT. We want you there.’ Railroading over her objections, he ate another piece of chocolate. ‘And you’re an expert at what you do.’

‘Yes, well, just because you’re good at something it doesn’t mean you can talk about it. I’m useless at speaking in public.’ She hated being looked at. Hated being the focus of attention. ‘My tongue ties itself in a knot.’

‘Does it, now?’ his gaze slid to her mouth and lingered. ‘I’m a doctor. I could look into that for you if you like.’

Was he flirting with her?

Meg felt her cheeks turn a fiery red. No, he wasn’t. Men didn’t flirt with her. They slapped her on the shoulders and offered to buy her a drink. She was one of the lads. Hating herself for feeling flustered, she scowled. ‘I can’t speak to large groups.’

‘That’s fine, because I’m thinking a maximum of ten. And then we’re going to do some practical sessions outside. How to survive a night in the mountains, that sort of thing. We need you and Rambo for that. The work of the search-and-rescue dog is important.’

Meg wanted to tell him that anything other than one on one was a large group in her book, but she didn’t want to look like a wimp. Although with strangers she definitely was a wimp. ‘I’d be rubbish. I wouldn’t have a clue what to say.’

‘We’ll work it out together.’ Something in his frank, appraising gaze made it hard to breathe and Meg forgot about Harry, who was happily munching his way through a chocolate bar in the bed right next to them. She forgot that she’d been awake all night worrying about Jamie and Dad’s Day. Because of the way Dino was looking at her, she forgot everything.

A warmth spread through her limbs and Meg was aware of every beat of her heart. And then he smiled.

At her.

Her insides melted.

The corners of her mouth flickered and she was about to smile back at him when a soft, feminine voice came from behind her.

‘Dr Zinetti. It’s so good to see you again—is there anything I can do for you?’

Meg turned to find the ward sister smiling at Dino. She knew her vaguely. Melissa someone or other. Always giggling with the crowd of girls from Radiography.

Staring at the woman’s freshly glossed mouth and smooth hair, the feeling of excitement left her. A cold feeling spread through her body. Turning away quickly, Meg dipped her head, feeling really awkward and furious with herself for being so stupid.

Dino hadn’t been smiling at her.

He’d been smiling at Melissa, standing behind her. And it didn’t take a genius to see why.

Melissa was the sort of woman who men found interesting. She was someone who took the trouble to straighten her hair before an early shift and apply lip gloss whenever a good-looking doctor walked onto the ward. Her uniform was slightly shorter than regulation, but not quite short enough to draw comment.

She was exactly like gorgeous Georgina.

Feeling the past rushing forwards to mock her, Meg suddenly wanted nothing more than to escape. The world was full of women like Melissa, she knew that all too well, just as she knew that the world was full of men who salivated over smooth hair, perfect nails and glossy lips.

Suddenly she felt grubby and unkempt. She was wearing the scrub suit she always wore for work in the emergency department—no doubt Dino was making several unflattering comparisons.

Her palms damp and her heart thudding, she shot to her feet and gave Harry a quick smile. ‘I’m off. Be good.’ She didn’t look at Dino. He was probably occupied ogling Melissa’s glossy mouth and, for some reason she didn’t want to examine too closely, she didn’t want to witness that.

‘I heard about your heroic rescue, Dino,’ Melissa was saying, and Meg quickened her pace as she walked towards the door. Within minutes they’d blatantly be arranging where and when to meet. Then Melissa would be giggling with her colleagues, planning what to wear.

Feeling as though she belonged to a different species, Meg hurried along the corridor towards the emergency department.

What had possessed her to promise Jamie she’d invite Dino to Dad’s Day?

It was a totally ridiculous idea. And it wasn’t going to happen.

No way. There were a million easier ways to make a complete fool of yourself.

She was going to have to find a different solution to

Jamie’s problem.

‘Meg, wait—’ Wondering what had caused her to run this time, Dino strode after her as she sped towards the door. He caught up with her easily and grabbed her arm. ‘Wait! I want to talk to you.’

‘I have to get to work.’ Without looking at him, she shrugged him off and carried on walking. Her mouth was tight and she looked as if she was going into battle.

With a soft curse he caught up with her again and this time spun her round to face him, his hands hard on her shoulders.

Forced to stop, she made an impatient sound in her throat. ‘What?’ Her eyes were darkened by anger. It was like looking at the sea before a storm and Dino racked his brains to think what he could have done to whip up such a response from her. He’d always unsettled her, of course. He knew that, and he’d been biding his time. Treading carefully. Letting her get used to being around him.

For a moment he was tempted to tell her in blunt phrases exactly what it was he wanted from her, but his experience with women had taught him when to speak and when to go slow. With Meg Miller he was moving so slowly he was virtually standing still. One step forwards, two steps back. ‘Why did you run off?’

‘I didn’t “run” anywhere. I have to get to work, so I left.’

In the middle of a conversation. In the middle of the first intimate exchange they’d ever shared. She’d been about to smile at him. For the first time since he’d met her eight months earlier, she’d almost acknowledged the connection between them. And then it had snapped. She’d snapped it.

It was like trying to tame a wild animal, he thought. You just had to be patient and let them come to you.

Shame that he wasn’t that patient.

‘Your Jamie is a great boy.’ He stuck to a safe subject. ‘He loves cars so much. I was the same at his age.’ He’d expected her to relax, but instead the mention of her son seemed to increase her tension.

‘Thanks for indulging his interest and letting him sit in your Lamborghini.’ She was stiff and polite. ‘That was kind of you when you must have had a million better things to do with your time.’

What was it about him that scared her? ‘I wasn’t being kind. I like his company. He’s a great kid. You’re a great mum. He’s lucky.’

She stared at him for a moment and suddenly, out of nowhere, a sheen of tears veiled her eyes. Without saying anything, she jerked her shoulder away from his grasp and started walking again.

Cursing in Italian, Dino followed her. ‘Accidenti, will you stand still for one moment? Mi dispiace, if I upset you, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand how. Jamie is a great kid and you are a great mum.’ He blocked her path and she wrapped her arms around herself and stared past him, not meeting his eyes.

‘Thanks.’ She was all rigid formality. ‘Is that what you wanted to say? Because I have to—’

‘No.’ He ignored the fact that they were standing in a busy corridor with half the hospital staff hurrying past. ‘Why do you always run from me, Meg? I know you’re not a coward. You were out there last night in howling winds, staring down at a vertiginous drop and you didn’t even quiver.’ He was still stunned by how well she’d handled the conditions on the mountain the previous night. But now there was no sign of the guts and bravery she’d shown in a blizzard. She looked jumpy and distracted, as if she had a thousand problems on her mind and no idea how to handle any of them. ‘If we’re talking about work or mountains, you have plenty to say, but when I change it to something more social, you clam up. Why?’

‘Sorry. I’ll try to be more sociable.’ Her smile was false. ‘It looks like we might have more snow. I do hope that won’t make your drive to work difficult, Dr Zinetti.’

Curbing his exasperation, Dino stared down at her, studying the smooth skin of her cheek and the way her lips curved. ‘I don’t want to talk about the weather.’

‘Sorry. We’ll talk about something else. How did you like my mother’s soup?’

‘The soup was delicious. She obviously knows what hungry climbers need when they come home.’

She relaxed slightly. ‘She ought to. Both my dad and my grandfather were in the mountain rescue team.’

He already knew that from the other guys, but he didn’t say so. Instead he felt a buzz of triumph that reserved, buttoned-up Meg Miller had finally revealed something personal about herself. ‘So it’s in the family.’ Dino moved to one side as the chief pharmacist hurried past. ‘Same with me. My dad used to be a mountain guide. He took people up the Matterhorn.’ Give something back. Conversation. To and fro. Try and get her to relax.

Her brow furrowed. ‘The Matterhorn is in Switzerland.’

‘Part of it is in Switzerland. The best part is in Italy. You’re lucky you have your mum to help you. Jamie’s lucky to have such close family.’ He hesitated, wondering how far he dared push it. ‘Does he ever see his father? Are you still in touch?’

He watched, cursing himself as her expression changed and her body tensed.

‘No. All he has is me. So he’s not that lucky, is he? And I really don’t understand why everyone is taking this sudden interest in my love life.’ Her voice rose and he saw the sudden flare of anguish in her eyes, which was rapidly replaced by horror that she’d revealed so much. Within seconds it was masked and she was businesslike. ‘I really have to go.’ Dodging him, she hurried along the corridor towards the emergency department, leaving Dino standing in silence, regretting bringing up the subject of Jamie’s father.

He’d touched a nerve.

And he still hadn’t asked her what he wanted to ask her. He’d had the tickets in his office for six months and he’d known instantly who he wanted to take. And he’d been waiting for the right moment to invite her.

A wry smile touched his mouth and the smile was at his own expense because this was the first time in his life he’d ever had to ask a woman a question and not been sure of the answer.

Determined to catch up with her and finish the conversation, he strode into the department and was immediately met by Ellie, one of the sisters in charge of the emergency unit.

‘Oh, thank goodness!’ She grabbed his arm and pushed a set of notes into his hand. ‘Three-month-old baby with severe breathing difficulties—I’ve taken her into Paediatric Resus. Mum’s demented with worry. Meg’s already there because you know how good she is with babies and worried mothers.’

So there would be no chance to finish their conversation for the next hour or so, Dino thought grimly as he strode towards Resus. But later…

He pushed open the door and immediately picked up the tension in the atmosphere. Meg had already attached the baby to a cardiac monitor and a pulse oximeter and was giving oxygen. Despite the obvious crisis, her voice was gentle and soothing as she talked to the mother, explaining what she was doing. For a fraction of a second Dino watched her, transfixed by the change in her. There was no sign of the prickly, defensive exterior she showed to the world. With the baby and the mother, she was gentle and warm. Infinitely reassuring. If he’d been brought in to the department injured, he would have wanted Meg by his side. Once again he remembered how good she’d been with Harry. It was as if she lowered her guard around people who were vulnerable while the rest of the time she hid behind layers of thick armour plating.

‘It happened to me,’ she was saying. ‘My Jamie was exactly three months old, just like Abby here. The oxygen levels in Abby’s blood aren’t quite as high as we’d like and she’s really having problems with her breathing, poor thing, that’s why I’m giving her some oxygen right now.’

‘Did your son recover?’ The mother’s voice wavered and Meg reached across and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

‘Celebrated his seventh birthday last week. Cheeky as ever. Addicted to superheroes. Batman, Superman, Spiderman—you name it. He saves the world at least a hundred times a day. Ah—here’s Dr Zinetti right now.’

Dino strode into the room, noticing that Meg’s anxiety and stiffness appeared to have vanished. She even looked pleased to see him.

Whatever else she might think of him, at work they were a good team.

‘Dino, she’s had a cold and runny nose for twenty-four hours and it’s been getting steadily worse. She hasn’t fed at all today, she has nasal discharge and a wheezy cough. Sats are ninety-four per cent so I’ve started her on oxygen because I can see she’s struggling.’

‘I can’t believe how quickly she’s got worse.’ Abby’s mother looked terrified, her face almost grey from lack of sleep and worry. ‘Is she going to be all right?’