Sue MacKay - The Nurse's Twin Surprise / A Weekend With Her Fake Fiancé

‘Why did you learn judo?’ Straight to the point.

‘Nathan, not now. I need to get back to Kath. The attack proved what I suspected—she’s being abused. She’ll need reassuring her husband’s not going to get near her while she’s in here. We’ll also have to convince her to stay in hospital for the rest of the night.’

You’re talking too much. He’s going to see right through you.

Molly clamped her mouth shut and tried to stand up to pull away from those warm fingers still on her shoulder, but Nathan only tightened his hold.

‘Sit down. You’re as pale as the walls, and shaking like a leaf in a breeze. I’m getting you a strong coffee.’

Actually, she was damned pleased with herself. Who’d have believed she could take a man down? She opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out when she locked her eyes with Nathan’s and found compassion there, and something else. Something hinting at him beginning to understand what made her tick. Her bout of verbal diarrhoea might bring unwelcome questions.

Then a shudder ripped through her. Sinking deeper onto the chair, she looked away, fidgeting with the hem of her top as nausea crept up her throat. That had been too close. What if he’d hit Hazel? Or her? The guy had been off the scale with rage. Not cold and calculating but hot and loose. Was that how he treated Kath all the time?

Molly’s heart pounded. She was safe, but Kath wasn’t. Seeing that man come charging through the department as though he had the right to do as he pleased with his wife had turned her blood to ice. And brought back memories of a fist hitting her stomach, slamming against her ribs, under her chin.

Nathan was crouched in front of her, his hands now covering hers. ‘Your reaction’s normal.’

She nodded, afraid that if she opened her mouth she’d never shut up.

‘There’s more to this, isn’t there?’

Another nod, sharp and uncontrollable.

‘Hank,’ Nathan called over his shoulder. ‘Molly and Hazel could do with coffee, please. Make them sweet.’

‘Onto it.’

Molly glanced around, away from those all-seeing eyes in front of her. ‘Hazel?’

‘I’m right here, and, like you, I’ve got the shakes. I’m also angry and would love a chance to tell that creep what I think of him, coming in here and trying to hurt people who want to help his wife.’ Hazel pulled a chair near to Molly’s. ‘How’re you doing?’

‘I’m good.’ She wanted to laugh and rejoice in being strong. She wanted to cry and hide, and go home. She wanted to bury her head against Nathan’s broad shoulder, breathe him in, and feel those warm muscles under his top against her face. She wanted to be comforted by this man she knew without a doubt would never hurt her. But it wasn’t happening.

One, they were in the hub of the ED, surrounded by staff and patients, and there was work to do. Two, what she wanted and what she’d get might be two different things, and right now she couldn’t handle the disappointment if she’d misinterpreted that look in Nathan’s eyes and he put her aside. So she’d toughen up, drink her coffee and get back to work. It was the only way to go. Once the shaking stopped, and some sense of equilibrium returned to her brain. ‘I’ll be right in a minute.’

Nathan said, ‘Don’t rush. We’ve got you both covered until you’re ready. Even if it takes the rest of the shift.’ He might be talking to them both but it was her hands he was gently squeezing.

Her bottom lip trembled. ‘Thanks.’

‘Take pride in what you did.’ His return smile slowed her stewing stomach. ‘I’d rather have you on my side than against me.’

‘Then you’re glad we’re getting on?’ No trembling in her smile now. Pride was appearing. She’d been strong, had helped Hazel. Did this mean that no man would ever again hit her? Not without a fight, anyway. Her chin lifted, and she eyeballed Nathan. ‘Seems things are looking up for me.’ Her new life was well and truly under way.

‘Here, coffee for two.’ Hank placed two mugs on the counter. ‘I pinched some chocolate biscuits out of the fridge as well. Thought they might be better than sugar in your drinks.’

Nathan stood up. ‘I’d better see to some patients. Don’t rush, either of you.’

Molly reached for her mug, paused. ‘Can I suggest only female staff work with Kath? She was leery of Hazel examining her. She’s not going to like any male staff approaching her.’

Nathan nodded. ‘I’ll ask Myra to take over.’ Myra had taken Vicki’s place for the night and was a midwife and nurse who did extra shifts in ED for the money.

As Nathan passed Molly to pick up a file, his hand brushed her upper arm, and when she looked at him he gave her another soft, heart-melting smile, but sorrow darkened his eyes.

Damn it, he knew. Without being told, he’d put the pieces together and come up with the correct picture. He would want to know more. Would demand to be told everything. No, he wouldn’t. They worked together, they weren’t best buddies or in a relationship. He might like to know but he wasn’t going to ask her for details. He was a gentleman. Wasn’t he? Guess she’d find out soon enough.

For the remainder of the shift Nathan had trouble remaining calm whenever he glanced around to check on Molly. Anger at an unknown man boiled up. Given half the chance he’d like to tear out of the department to go and find him, beat him to a pulp. Not that he’d ever hit anyone before, but sweet, gorgeous Molly did so not deserve to be beaten. Not that she’d said anything to suggest it’d happened, but he knew. The sudden grief that had filled her eyes as the shock of what she’d done to Kath’s husband had worn off told him there was a story behind her usually withdrawn manner.

‘Glad that’s over.’ The woman in his head handed a file to one of the incoming shift nurses. ‘I’m ready for my bed.’

Not so fast. ‘I’ll give you a lift home.’ Nathan put on his no-nonsense voice in the hope she’d agree without an argument.

‘The train will be quicker.’

He should have known it wouldn’t work. ‘Throw in breakfast and you’ll be able to justify going the slow way.’ He’d just asked her out? It might only be breakfast, but in a roundabout way it was a date. He hadn’t thought before putting his mouth into gear.

So you want to withdraw the invitation?

Nathan’s chest rose. No, he damned well didn’t. This wasn’t only about what’d happened earlier and the revelations that had come with it. He couldn’t deny the need to get to know Molly better, to learn exactly who was behind that façade she presented to the world most of the time. He sucked a breath. Which only showed how deep the mire he was floundering in had become. It had happened so fast he couldn’t keep up.

Molly was blinking at him like a possum caught in headlights. ‘Do you mean that?’

‘About breakfast? Yes. Why wouldn’t I?’

‘Because you’re kind and probably want to be a caring boss, making sure I’m all right. If that’s the case then believe me when I say I’m fine, and there’s food in my fridge that’ll suffice for breakfast.’

That scratched at his calm. He was not playing the boss here. He’d stepped beyond that comfortable zone—into what, he wasn’t quite sure, but knew he needed to find out. ‘Bet you haven’t got eggs and hollandaise sauce.’

‘Low blow.’ There was a wariness creeping into her eyes. She was worried what he’d ask about the martial arts.

He couldn’t deny he was ready to explode over what he perceived had happened in her past, but if she didn’t want to talk about it, that was her prerogative and he’d accept that. ‘That’s me. When I want something I’ll try everything in my power to get it.’ Except use my fists.