Josie Metcalfe - A Family To Come Home To

The boys wouldn’t understand, and would be hurt if she had a relationship with the man, only to have him leave at the end of his contract. They’d been devastated when Richard had died. Heaven only knew what sort of psychological damage it would do to them if they grew close to another man, only to have him leave.

‘HOW soon will it be before Dr Leeman finishes surgery?’ enquired a male voice, just as Ben was preparing to leave the room Kat had allocated to him.

‘Oh, hello, Mr Sadowski,’ Rose said cheerfully. ‘Did you want an appointment?’

‘Not this time,’ he said, and something about his tone of voice set every one of the hairs up on the back of Ben’s neck.

Depositing the pile of patient notes in their tray, ready for Rose to collect, he reached for his crutches.

He arrived in the reception area just as Rose put the call through to Kat’s room.

‘Dr Leeman, there’s a gentleman here to see you,’ she said formally. ‘It’s Mr Sadowski, from the chemist,’ she added. She waited a moment for Kat to speak then said, ‘I’ll tell him,’ and put the phone down. ‘She’ll be out in a minute,’ she told the newcomer. ‘If you’d like to take a seat while you’re waiting?’

Ben took the last few hobbling steps to the counter, envying the other man the easy way he sauntered across the room. It felt like years since he’d been able to do that when, in fact, it had only been a little over a week. At least most of that time had been spent in a modern lightweight fibreglass cast rather than the heavy temporary plaster of Paris one.

‘I’ve left the files on the desk, Rose,’ he murmured to the bustling receptionist. ‘I’m sorry it’s giving you extra work to fetch them, but I just can’t manage to carry the basket through with these wretched things.’ He waved a battered crutch.

‘Don’t you worry about that, Dr Ben,’ Rose said with a fond smile, using the more formal form of address in front of the other man. When it was only the practice staff on the premises, they all went by first names. ‘You’ve taken such a load off Dr Leeman just by being here that I’d gladly fetch and carry all day.’

‘Hmm! Perhaps you shouldn’t have told me that,’ he teased, liking the down-to-earth little woman more and more the longer he knew her, not least for the way she clucked over Kat and her boys. ‘I might be tempted to take advantage of you.’

It sounded almost as if the man waiting impatiently by the pile of magazines and children’s books muttered something like, ‘As if you aren’t already,’ but the words were half-buried under Rose’s laughter.

And then Kat came out with her own basket of patient notes and when Ben saw the avid expression on the other man’s face he suddenly understood only too well what was going on.

‘Mr Sadowski?’ she said politely when she recognised him, and the sharp claws of jealousy loosened their grip a little.

‘Greg,’ he said with a smile, but Ben could see from the tension around the man’s eyes that he was not happy to be having this meeting in front of so many witnesses.

He had no intention of leaving.

‘Ah, Rose said you weren’t here for an appointment?’ The raised tone at the end of the sentence made it into a question.

‘No. Um, actually, I was here to, um, well…to ask if you’d thought any more about that invitation?’

‘Invitation?’ Her forehead pleated in puzzlement and Ben nearly chuckled aloud. Kat really had no idea what the man had in mind, which meant that there was almost no chance that she was attracted to him. Although why that should matter to him was something he would have to think about later.

For now, he was enjoying watching the man sweat a little while he tried to make-believe he was a smooth man of the world, when in actual fact he obviously came nowhere near deserving a woman like Kat.

‘Um, the dinner-dance? This Saturday?’

This was almost painful, but Ben didn’t want to miss a delicious moment of it, especially as Kat was apparently oblivious to the fact the man was almost hyperventilating, waiting for her answer.

‘Oh, Mr…Greg, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t possibly. I’m on call all this weekend.’ And the sooner Ben was able to take that chore from her, the better, he thought darkly, hating the idea that he wasn’t pulling his weight on such an exhausting part of the workload.

Ben saw the man throw a glare in his direction and, guessing what was coming, leant back against the reception counter and deliberately crossed his broken leg in front of the good one.

‘Oh, but surely that’s why you employed…’ Too late he realised his mistake.

‘Sorry, old man, but I can’t even get behind the wheel at the moment, let alone drive out to do a house call,’ Ben said smugly, knowing he was putting an end to the man’s dreams. ‘And, anyway, if I was called out, who would look after Josh and Sam if Kat was out with you? I certainly couldn’t take them with me and they’re too young to be left alone.’

‘But…’ Ben had to give him his due—the man didn’t want to admit defeat—but this time it was Kat who interrupted.

‘I’m sorry…Greg. It was good of you to think of me but, as you can see, my life is a bit complicated at the moment. Perhaps another time…?’

It was beautifully done, with regret for turning him down sweetened with the possibility of another chance at some unspecified time in the future, but Greg definitely wasn’t happy about it. Man to man, he probably knew that Ben would be gloating over seeing him turned down because he would have in the same situation.

‘Dr Leeman?’ Rose interrupted the charged silence. ‘You haven’t forgotten that the boys need collecting from sports club tonight?’

‘Tonight?’ Kat whirled to face Rose and Ben nearly chortled aloud at the faces Rose was pulling to stop Kat pointing out that it had been sports club night yesterday. ‘Ah, yes. Thank you for reminding me, Rose. I’d better go and get my keys now, or I’ll be late.’ She turned back to the chemist briefly. ‘I’m sorry to have to dash off, but thank you for your invitation,’ she said like a well brought-up child then walked briskly out of the room.

‘Well, that’s my cue to get the meal on the table,’ Ben said casually, as he adjusted his grip on the crutches and straightened up to his full height, stupidly pleased to note that he topped the other man by nearly half a head. ‘The boys like it to be ready when they get home so they have time to do their homework before bedtime.’ And if that didn’t sound cosily domestic, nothing did, he thought as he turned his back on the man, only to catch Rose trying to wipe a grin from her face.

‘And it’s time I finished putting these files away and locked up,’ she volunteered briskly, picking up the basket Kat had brought through. ‘Tomorrow will be here soon enough. Goodnight, Dr Ben. Say goodnight to Dr Leeman for me, will you?’