The Italian Surgeon Claims His Bride. Alison Roberts

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СКАЧАТЬ over the state of the unaffected kidney. And, of course, I’ll have to be very careful to avoid any tumour spillage.’

      ‘How did he present?’

      ‘Abdominal mass. GP found his blood pressure raised and a urine dipstick test detected blood. Ultrasound confirmed the nephroblastoma.’ Paul dried his hands on a towel. ‘I must go.’

      ‘Good luck.’

      Jenna was smiling at him. There was an understanding of the importance of what he was facing in that smile. There was also confidence that he would succeed in her tone—the wishing of luck was just a verbal token that he was unlikely to need.

      He liked that.

      Even more, he liked the fact that, for the first time in nearly a year, he could go to work and concentrate on what needed to be done, without having to deliberately switch off any background anxiety about what might be happening at home.

      Thanks to Jenna.

      An unlikely nanny. It was just as well Louise couldn’t see her right now, looking like she had so recently tumbled out of bed. That cloud of dark curls falling over her shoulders, old clothes that hugged a figure far more attractive than those straight skirts and classic shirts had ever advertised and a face that obviously needed no make-up to stand out from a crowd.

      Not that it would have mattered what Jenna looked like. Anyone who could have altered the atmosphere in this house to such a degree in the space of only a week would have been welcome. Paul had not seen his mother this happy in a very long time.

      Curious that he was taking longer than he needed to dry his hands. That he wasn’t in his usual rush to leave for work. It was this new phenomenon that was developing—the notion that dealing with the demands of his family could transcend duty and perhaps even provide a degree of pleasure.

      Yes. Everybody had been happier since Jenna had arrived.

      Except for Louise, of course, but if Paul was honest, the fact that his mother-in-law was not pleased only added to his current level of satisfaction. Maybe she would just give up now.

      And go home.

      Not that he would deny her rights as part of the extended Romano clan. Family was everything, was it not?

      Yes. Paul smiled as he reached out to touch Danielle’s curls.

      ‘Verdere piu tardi, cara. See you later.’

      He was careful to give Jenna no more than a casual glance of farewell.

      Not that he should have trouble keeping the lid on any hormonal stirring he might be experiencing. He’d had more than enough practice in the last eighteen months and the lessons of treading that particular path had been learned exceptionally well. It was Danielle and his mother who would reap the benefits of that sparkle of real intelligence, the ready smile, the soothing voice and what would, undoubtedly, be a soft touch.

      He let himself out of the house and strode towards the garage. Being outside was good. Sometimes it was disconcertingly difficult to keep matters of importance in perspective when he was in the company of Danielle’s new nanny.

      Things may be looking brighter but he needed to tread carefully. To remember the lessons learned. But he could never have difficulty remembering, could he? Danielle was living evidence of the fallout possible from making a mistake. A mistake he would never repeat.

      ‘What is it?’

      ‘Twelve point three. See?’ Jenna held the small blood-glucose monitor so that Maria could see the display.

      ‘That’s high, is it not?’

      ‘We’re aiming to get it stable in single figures but it’s better than yesterday and you’re due for your insulin anyway.’ Jenna stooped to tickle Danielle, who was now crawling on the floor of Maria’s bedroom. The baby giggled and held up her arms. ‘Just a tick, sweetheart,’ Jenna responded. ‘I’m going to give Nonna her injection and take her blood pressure and then we’ll all go and have proper breakfast. Are you hungry or are you still full of toast?’

      Danielle flapped her arms and Maria laughed.

      ‘It’s so good having you here, Jenna.’ Maria discarded the tissue she had been holding on her fingertip since the prick required for the blood-sugar test. She grimaced at the sight of the approaching syringe. ‘I hate needles.’

      ‘You know you barely feel this.’

      ‘It’s the waiting for it. The…what is the word?’

      ‘Anticipation?’

      ‘Si. The anticipation. It magnifies things.’

      ‘Mmm.’ Jenna’s agreement was heartfelt. She was already thinking ahead herself. Wondering 48 how to make best use of the time when Paul returned from work that evening.

      Wishing they could see a little more of him than they did.

      Be careful what you wish for!

      Jenna shook off the mental warning. She could handle whatever it was going to take on this new mission of hers.

      ‘I’ll never be able to do that by myself.’

      Jenna rubbed the spot, having injected the insulin, and smiled. ‘I have the feeling you could manage anything you set your mind to, Maria. It can’t have been easy, coming to a strange country, away from all your friends and family, to raise your son.’

      Maria shrugged. ‘His father wanted it so that’s what we did. His brother went to Australia and became a big success. Roberto wanted to be the one to be successful in Nuova Zelanda.’ The older woman pushed up her sleeve and watched Jenna wrap the blood-pressure cuff around her upper arm. ‘I could not manage this.’

      ‘You won’t need to. Once we know your blood pressure is stable on the new dose of medication, you’ll only need it checked when you go to see Dr Barry.’

      ‘Wasn’t it nice of him to lend us this…what is that impossible word?’

      ‘Sphygmomanometer,’ Jenna supplied. She put the disc of the stethoscope on the crook of Maria’s elbow. ‘Yes, he’s a lovely man. And a very good doctor, from what I could see.’

      ‘He was very impressed that you came to the appointment with me.’

      Jenna grinned. ‘I think he was more impressed at your initiative in hiring a private nurse.’

      Maria shook her head. ‘I saw him watching you with Danielle, too. When we were leaving he said, “You’ve got a treasure there, Maria,” and I said, “Don’t I know it?”’

      Jenna concentrated on the mercury level as she released the valve to hide the flush of pleasure at Maria’s praise. ‘Good. One-fifty on ninety. That’s the same as yesterday.’ She noted the pressure in a notebook along with the blood-glucose level and the dose of insulin given. ‘Now, we’d better get some breakfast into you. I don’t want you getting hypoglycaemic and shaky again.’

      ‘I feel like it’s taking over my life,’ Maria sighed. ‘The blood СКАЧАТЬ