Hot Docs On Call: New York City Nights. Tina Beckett

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СКАЧАТЬ been repeated for the past two visits. Clay didn’t know what to do about it. Lizza traveled for weeks at a time, visiting European fashion houses in search of ideas for new designs. Molly hadn’t spent more than a handful of weekends with her mom in the past year. And Lizza didn’t help by being so fastidious about her house and furniture. Molly wasn’t even three and a half yet. She needed to be a kid. But he’d learned to keep his mouth shut, as long as his ex didn’t do anything to damage their daughter’s self-esteem.

      So he settled for a response that he hoped was conciliatory. “Mommy would be sad if you didn’t.”

      “I know.” Said with a sigh that made his gut clench.

      If someone had told him four years ago that after his breakup with Tessa he’d have rebound sex that would result in a pregnancy and marriage, he’d have said that person was out of their gourd. And yet here he was. Only he was crazy about his daughter. So were his parents. It made all the crap he’d put up with from Lizza bearable.

      He looked back toward the checkout area just as Tessa turned around, scanning the place for a spot to sit. It was breakfast time and the place was packed with medical personnel, all scarfing down a quick bite before facing a new day.

      Her glance skidded past his and then stopped for a long second, her green eyes closing for a brief instant before reopening and sliding back his way again. She gave him a quick nod and then kept looking for someplace to sit.

      Only there wasn’t any.

       Come on, Lizza. Hurry up.

      In the meantime, he couldn’t leave Tessa standing there, so he motioned her over. He could have sworn her mouth gave a pained grimace before she moved in their direction. He had no doubt if there had been any other person in the place that she knew, she would have gone to sit with them instead.

      He was her last choice.

      Well, some things never changed.

      She set her tray next to Molly’s, her brows coming together slightly, although she didn’t ask the question he knew had to be swirling around her head.

      His daughter had no such inhibitions. “I’m Molly. Who are you?”

      Tessa blinked. “I’m Dr. Camara. How are you?”

      “I’m waiting on my mommy.”

      His stomach tightened again. Left with no other choice, he made the introductions. “Tessa, this is my daughter.”

      “Is she your friend?” Molly asked.

      “An old friend, yes.” He looked at Tessa and dared her to correct him. She didn’t, dropping into the chair across from him instead.

      “That’s right. Your dad and I knew each other a long time ago when we were both in school.”

      “Oh. Did you know Mommy, too?”

      Tessa’s teeth came down on her lower lip for a minute. “No. I didn’t. Is your mom a doctor?”

      “No, she makes pretty dresses and fancy clothes.”

      Tessa’s body language changed, fingers clenching on her tray for a second before finally letting go and picking up her glass of juice. “How lucky for you. You must have all kinds of wonderful outfits.”

      Only she didn’t make it sound as if Molly was lucky at all. There was an edge of sadness that made him look at her a little bit closer. He didn’t voice the question in his head, however. “You look like you’re in a hurry.”

      “I have a Mohs procedure to assist with today.”

      Interesting.

      “Mohs? Are you specializing in plastic surgery?” The famed technique, named after its inventor, was used on skin lesions. Lesions that were normally cancerous.

      She took a sip of her drink and then shook her head. “Dermatologic surgery. But I hope to do a fellowship in Mohs.”

      He’d thought her plans had been to go into craniofacial surgery. “That’s quite a jump, isn’t it?”

      “Things change.”

      “They absolutely do.” He couldn’t hold back the sardonic note to his voice.

      He and Tessa stared across the table at each other for several seconds as the atmosphere around them began to crackle with tension.

      No. It wasn’t tension. It was the distinctive clickety-clack of a pair of high heels moving quickly across the space.

      “Mommy’s coming.” His daughter’s whispered words had a fatalistic sound to them.

      He swiveled around in his chair to find that Lizza was indeed headed their way, her perfectly made-up face a huge contrast to Tessa’s unadorned freckles and simple style. Tessa wasn’t the only one who’d made a huge leap from one specialty to another. The difference between his two exes could give a psychologist enough material to fill a volume or two.

      Lizza stopped beside their table, brows lifting slightly in question, while Tessa looked as if she wanted to drop off the face of the earth.

       Join the club, honey.

      “Hello, Clayton.”

      She’d always used his full name, rather than the shortened version. He’d liked it at first, because it had been yet another thing that had unlinked him from Tessa, but after a while her formality had worn thin. As had those stupid air-kisses she insisted on giving to everyone. Even as he thought it, she bent down and made a popping sound beside Molly’s cheek that never made contact. Neither did his ex attempt to embrace her daughter.

      His molars ground together.

      No wonder Molly had such a difficult time bonding with her. His parents were all about hugs and real, down-to-earth kisses.

      When he stood, though, Lizza made no effort to lean into his cheek as she normally did. Probably because she was now looking at Tessa.

      He wasn’t going to get out of introducing them, evidently. Perfect. He glanced at his watch. And now he was five minutes late for his shift. “Lizza, this is an old friend from medical school, Tessa.”

      Tessa murmured that she was happy to meet her, while his ex did nothing but reach for Molly’s hand. “Are you ready to go, sweetie? Mommy has some important phone calls to make.”

      His hands curled at his sides, although he tried to rein in his temper. “Are you sure you have time for her this weekend? I could always drop her back off at Mom and Dad’s place.”

      “It’s my weekend.” Said as if Molly were simply one more appointment on an already busy calendar.

      His chest ached. Molly didn’t even have a suitcase, since his ex had a second wardrobe and toys for their daughter at her house. She would launder Molly’s current clothes and return her to him in them. Lizza insisted on keeping their households entirely separate. Shades of Tessa and her unwillingness to accept anything from him.

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